I really don't understand it at all, what I'm even doing here! I figured if I ever got knocked out, I'd be wakin' up on the paddy wagon, or...or in some dark back room tied to a chair, for sure!

[Ah, the life of a gin-toting hoodlum! This one's rather meek, for the kind of work that earns his supper.]

I-I think I might? I've been a mansion before, but never one big enough to get myself lost in. Where is this place even supposed to be, anyway?