Smiling as the young man left, Mr. Young turned to follow Adam on his grand tour.

During the afternoon he met many fine young men, who he assumed were students of some kind, and a few respectable older men, who were probably professors. He didn't see any women staying at the Manor at all. As he'd been worried that his son had ended up at a hippie commune, discovering that it was, in fact, an all-boys school was something of a relief. Except...

"That fellow with the trench coat..."

"John," prompted Adam.

"Yes," said Mr. Young, "Constantine. Not a proper English name at all. What's a ruffian like that doing around here?"

Adam smiled. "He works with Mr. Crowley and Mr. Fell."

"Oh, that Mr. Crowley. He looked awfully flash to me. It wouldn't surprise me that those two work together. But I bet that nice Mr. Fell keeps them in line, right?"

Mr. Fell had been especially respectable.

Adam's smile widened into a grin. "Oh, yes. You can count on that."

Mr. Young ruffled his son's hair. "Then you take after Mr. Fell, my boy."

He looked around one more time. "Well, son, your mother will be waiting for me, so I'd better be going. You be good now, look after Dog, and come visit us soon."

He pulled the boy into a gruff one-armed hug and left quickly.