“I don’t like the way he’s talking to Squire,” he whispered. “I’m glad you’ve a-come, Sir. Maybe you’ll be able to do something to stop him.”

“Who is he?” asked Wolf again.

“ Mr. Otter, Sir,” said the servant, straightening his back. “Not your Mr. Otter, if I may say so⁠ ⁠… the other gentleman, Sir.”

“Jason, you mean?”

The man nodded.

“He’s been using words to Squire such as I never thought to hear spoke to he by a human lip.”