"Mr. Groves, he's been…" Anna trailed off, her hands gripping more tightly and her trembling becoming more violent than before. "He's...he's been eaten." /"Has he really? Well, quite an education for a gardener! I must say! What house? Perhaps I can write some references for…" / "No, Your Lordship, not Eton." The group brought their attention back to Anna. "Eaten. As in, devoured."