Greydon knew his father spoke true and it greatly irked him. This was now his responsibility. No amount of complaining could change that.
Davy stepped into the study and met his gaze. “Mr. Moore has arrived. Would you care for me to show him in?”
“Show him to the drawing room,” Greydon replied. “I will be there momentarily.”
“As you wish, my lord,” Davy said with a tip of his head.
His father spoke up. “Why are you meeting with Mr. Moore?” he asked, gruffly. “Is he not Lady Eugenie’s barrister?”
“He is,” Greydon confirmed.
“Then what could you possibly say to him?”
Greydon didn’t want to explain his promise to Lady Enid- a promise that even surprised him- so he replied, “It is complicated.”
“It shouldn’t be,” his father said. “Do not do anything to jeopardize a speedy trial. I want to see Lady Eugenie hang, and quickly. It is no less than she deserves after she killed Phineas.”
“I understand.”
Greydon exited the study and headed down the corridor towards the drawing room. He had no doubt that this would be a very difficult conversation, but it needed to be done. He would say what needed to be said and hope Mr. Moore was smart enough to accept his assistance.
He stepped into the drawing room and saw Mr. Moore was standing by the window. Judging by the frown on his face, he was not pleased to be there.
“Mr. Moore,” Greydon greeted. “Thank you for coming to speak to me.”
“What is it that you want, my lord?” the barrister asked, forgoing the usual pleasantries. “I am a very busy man and I do not appreciate being summoned by you.”
Greydon raised a brow at the barrister, who was easily as broad through the shoulders as him. He had tanned skin, as though he spent entirely too much time outside. “That was not my intention.”
“Then what was?”
Gesturing towards the settees, Greydon asked, “Would you care to sit?”
“I would prefer to stand.”
Greydon decided it would be best to just be frank with the barrister. “I would like to offer my assistance on your case.”
Mr. Moore stared back at him with thinly veiled contempt on his face. “You?” he asked. “Do you not believe Lady Eugenie is guilty?”
“I do, but I can put that aside to investigate my brother’s murder.”
“Surely, you cannot be serious.”
“But I am.”
Mr. Moore let out a disbelieving huff. “You are the brother of the murder victim. It would be entirely inappropriate for you to investigate the case. You would be biased from the start.”
“I know I cannot officially investigate this case, but I can still help Lady Eugenie.”
“How?” Mr. Moore demanded. “By putting the noose around her neck yourself?”
Greydon knew this was not going well, but he had to keep trying- for Lady Enid’s sake. He decided he needed to try a different approach. “Did you know that someone was poisoning Phineas with arsenic?”
“That wasn’t in the coroner’s report,” Mr. Moore said. “How did you come by that information?”
“I examined my brother’s body and confirmed it for myself.”
Mr. Moore grew silent, his brow furrowed in concentration. “This is the first welcomed news that I have heard since I was hired to represent Lady Eugenie.”
