Albert dismissed his cab at the Count's mansion, deciding to walk for a while. As he strolled through the tree-lined avenue, he spotted what looked like the Count's horses parked outside a shooting range. Moving closer, he recognized the familiar coachman.
"Is the Count inside shooting?" Albert asked.
"Yes, sir," the coachman confirmed.
The sharp crack of gunfire echoed from within. Albert headed for the entrance, where a young attendant intercepted him.
"Excuse me, sir, but could you wait just a moment?"
"Wait? Why, Philip?" Albert frowned. He was a regular here, this was unusual.
"The gentleman currently using the range prefers complete privacy. He never practices when anyone's watching."
"Not even you? Then who loads his weapons?"
"His servant does."
"The tall African man?"
"Yes, sir."
"Ah, then it's definitely him. Don't worry, Philip, he's a friend of mine. I'm actually here looking for him."
"Oh! In that case, sir, I'll inform him right away."
