“I was outside the door the whole time,” Richard assured.
“Who attended Lady Emma?” Marksman asked in his customary reasonableness.
“Mrs. Chester and Marjory,” Richard supplied. “Both women still assist Lady Emma with baths, dressing, and the sort. I cannot imagine either of them would go to such lengths.”
“No one else?” Marksman asked.
“No one,” Richard declared.
“There was the one who brought me the gown and robe,” Emma said against his neck where Richad had nestled her close to his side.
“Which one?” Marksman asked. “Dora’s customary maid?”
Richard had to close his eyes to recall the scene. He had held Lady Emma on his lap, fearful if he stood her on her feet, she would collapse and die before his eyes. His own heart could not survive if such had been true. “Not Winston, but the young one with the mousy brown hair. Irish, I believe, but could be Scottish. That would make more sense, as many know Duncan has hired quite a few from his homeland. Relatively new on Duncan’s staff. Came aboard about the same time as Mrs. Braylon.”
“I will question her,” Marksman assured. “I should let Theodora know what occurred. Then I mean to seek my own bed elsewhere. You are staying, correct?”
“I am staying,” Richard confirmed. He held no doubt Marksman knew Richard would be sleeping in the same room as Lady Emma. If someone meant to harm her, the person would have to come through Richard to reach her.
