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Looking up, Lombard saw the man in Armani eyeing Miss Claythorne and walk over to them.

"You may disregard my request, Miss, seeing as our mark has instead decided to come to us." Lombard lowered his proffered arm and turned to the new addition to the conversation. His eyebrow quirked up at the young man's greeting to Miss Claythorne. The man was direct, if nothing else, as well as American. Not that Lombard felt any particular grudge against Americans; on the contrary, he had had numerous pleasant aquaintances with Americans--he was merely noting a fact. However crude Lombard may have thought the man's manners, he smiled politely and said,

"Allow me to introduce Miss Vera Claythorne." And, offering his hand to the man, he continued, "And I am Captain Philip Lombard. It is a pleasure to make your aquaintance, Mister...?"

Wlliam looked at the Edward as he pulled his briefcase close. The Docter seemed to be a bit shyer than the rest of the group, but that wasn't a bad thing. "Sadly, No, but like everyone else, I am curious and anxious to meet the host of this event. He seems... mysterious?" he said, trying to find the right words to describe the character that invited this vast assortment of people.

Once again, Armstrong looked up and hesitated before answering. "Thank you, Mr. Rogers, but that will not be necessary." Both Davis and the butler made confused faces, and the doctor, not wanting to sound rude, elaborated. "You see, I spend a lot of time at work. Carrying this has become a habit of mine... and having my medical instruments constantly at arm's length has proven useful on a number of occasions."

Armstrong then turned to Davis. "Mysterious? Heh..." he chuckled, as if to him there was no such thing. "Of course, we lack some information. Nevertheless, this island seems like a very pleasant resort." This time, Armstrong smiled, his tense expression lightening a bit. "I'm convinced that this will be a most rewarding experience."

Mr Rogers bowed slightly "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Mrs. Rogers led Emily Brent up the stairs and down the hallway... this mansion was very large... much larger then any other house she had been employed in... it was a little impressive, but she was not completely impressed by the situation... a host should be here to greet their guest... they finally came to the room and she looked at Emily, "Here we are Miss Brent..." She handed her a set of keys and put the suitcase down next to the room and walked back down the stairs. She saw her husband and frowned slightly...

Sir Lawrence stood up with a since of authority and walked over to the bar... he carefully examined the assortment of alcoholic drinks until he came to the decision of having some whiskey. He took out a glass and took the bottle of whiskey. He gingerly pour the whiskey into the glass and he took a sip of the whiskey, "Not bad... not bad at all..." He then looked back to everyone in the room... the best way to get to know people was by sharing a drink with them and people generally like a person who politely asked if they wanted a drink. He smiled, "May I get anyone else a drink while I'm up?"

Marston. Lombard thought that the name rung a bell, but wasn't completely sure why. Likely one of those old, pseudo-aristocratic Amerincan families whose names are bandied about on occasion in all corners of the world.

"Marston...I believe that I have heard of your family, but I cannot for the life of me remember why." Lombard noticed one of the first older gentlemen he had seen helping himself to a tot of alcohol at the bar. "Would you care to explain over a drink?"

Sir Lawrence examined Philip Lombard for a moment... he seemed to have been in a battle or two, which was a good sign of manhood. He then looked at Anthony Marston... he had heard a lot about the Marston family and he had respect for them... but this young American gave his family a bad name by having horrible manners and hitting on every pretty little thing that passed by him. But he was an interesting character none the less, "What's your preference?" He pointed at the drinks.