Once in his room, he pulled a suitcase from his walk-in closet. From what his father had told him, he had a feeling the odds of them returning to the big house that had been in the Dupuis family for more than two hundred years were slim. He stripped off his tuxedo, and in spite of the urgency, he hung it up. If anyone took possession of the house after they’d left, he didn’t want them to think the previous owners were untidy.