After what seemed a long time, Richard tore himself from the sleepiness that encroached on him.“Shall we go to bed now, darling? Much as I’d like ...o stay here, this is not how I want to be found by the servants.”Ellen nodded sleepily. He helped her up and wrapped her in a blanket. On a whim, he picked her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and covered her with a blanket. Then he stretched out beside her and was asleep within. It's a gloomy, rather spooky looking place.There were no other visitors on the hill that day, or so I thought, anyway. There were no historical or visitors information signs back along the four lane in town, so I don't think the hill gets too many visitors. But the place does have a kind of magical quality about it.The house was locked and shuttered tight. It was not open to inspection or tours. My watch said three thirty, and it was a bright, shiny afternoon.I guessed I had time to poke around. It was fine as far as finding places to eat and buy diesel, but it took forever to get there.Niagara Falls was still pristine in those days. People flocked there, but most folks picked up after themselves, instead of dropping their trash for others to deal with. It was the number one honeymoon destination in nineteen fifty five and small hotels could be found everywhere.One such hotel caught my eye and I pulled in, rented us a room and we took turns showering and using the motel washing. A Pommy? How did a Pommy get on board your boat?" He's Aide du Camp to one of the Admirals?" You have Royal Navy Admirals on board? How many? Where did they come from?" Four, Sir. I don't know. If you don't know I have to assume they're terrorists ... they showed up with a file of SAS troops and attacked our boat."SAS? Attacked your boat?" Frogmen, sir. I have eight of them shackled to the spare anchor chain. If they don't behave I'm dropping the anchor. The rest of them are at the marina.