Full moon was shining in a clear dark blue sky, watching lonely over the vast English countryside, shining light to those creatures of the night, who sought it and displeasing those, who tried to move in the shadows, without being unseen. A lonely fox stopped for a moment, only to glare at the speeding horses and a coach, which were coming towards him with a fast pace. With a loud rattling of the wheels, ran the coach over the spot, where the fox had just been. A small disturbance in the night, where everything was ought to be still and silent.

“5 more minutes, master Adams” a voice, distinctively belonging to the coachman, awakened the young man from his quiescence, who was sitting at the back of the coach, fixedly looking at the road side trees and bushes, which were going past him with a fast speed. He was deep in his thoughts and perhaps because of that waved a bit angrily towards the coachman, his glance stating unmistakably: disturb me again and I’ll have your head removed.

John Adams, who had just last week turned 25, was what one could call an ordinary young man with his dark brown curly hair and brown eyes. But his clothes and a top-hat, which was tightly clasped in his fists, indicated that he was of a wealthy origin. In fact, his father was one of the richest men in London in his time, making huge profits with real estate. But why and where was young master Adams heading? The answer lies in a letter, which now rested safely in the left breast pocket of his coat. The letter had been in an envelope with black sides and envelope like that indicates only to one thing only. Looking out into the dark, and his head leaned against the cold window, John could easily recall the letter. In fact, he had read it countless times, since its arrival.

Dear master Adams,

I am deeply saddened to inform you, that your uncle William H. Adams has passed away recently. With this letter I ask you to come to his mansion, for the reading of his last will and testament.

Your humble servant,

Notary Bill Edwards

After five minutes, the coach reached its destination-a huge three storey building, with a quite rugged overall facade. The alley, which lead to the entrance of the mansion was quite long, tall oaks covered each side of it. John looked it all with bitterness in his mind – he didn’t want to be there.