“Perhaps a few more days in jail might change her mind.”
“I don’t think it will, sadly.”
Greydon crossed his arms over his chest as he retreated to his own thoughts. What, or who, was Lady Eugenie trying to protect? What was so important that she was willing to take it to the grave?
Men and women were naturally selfish. It had been his experience that people only cared about themselves. Some may claim they had principles, but that all changed when their backs were against the wall. So why wasn’t Lady Eugenie being more forthcoming with information?
Mr. Moore spoke up, drawing back his attention. “What are you thinking?”
“Things are not adding up here,” Greydon replied. “I am not quite ready to say that Lady Eugenie is innocent but there are too many anomalies that give me pause.”
“That is good enough for now.”
“I need to discover who Lottie is and I suspect that Lord William might know,” Greydon said. “He was my brother’s oldest friend and they shared similar interests.”
Mr. Moore pressed his lips together. “Yes, but Lord William is a bigger cad than your brother was. No offense.”
“None taken,” Greydon said. “I was not blind to my brother’s reputation, but he is not on trial here.”
Mr. Moore nodded his understanding. “Would you care for me to join you when you speak to Lord William?”
“I would prefer to go alone,” Greydon replied. “If you are there, he might start asking questions that we don’t want to answer.”
“Quite right,” Mr. Moore agreed.
Greydon’s eyes grew fixated on the blood-coated bed. He wished, and not for the first time, that things had been different between him and his brother. He might have been able to save him, had he but the chance.
Mr. Moore came to stand next to him. “For what it is worth, I am sorry about your brother.”
“Thank you,” Greydon murmured. “But this still doesn’t mean that I like you.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
“I’m glad that we can agree on something,” Greydon said as he pried his eyes away from the bed. “We should depart so we do not garner any attention when we leave.”
Mr. Moore put his hand out, indicating he should go first. “After you, my lord,” he said.
As they departed the apartment, they made their way towards the street. He noticed that Mr. Moore didn’t have a coach out front. “Do you need a ride?” he asked.
“I will walk,” Mr. Moore replied. “Walking helps clear my head.”
“Suit yourself,” Greydon said as he went to step inside of his coach.
Mr. Moore called out to him, causing him to pause on the step. “I would be remiss if I did not thank you for your help today,” he said. “I am embarrassed to admit that I need all the help I can get on this case.”
“I am happy to oblige.”
Mr. Moore smirked. “Have you come to terms about your feelings for Lady Enid?”
Greydon’s jaw clenched. “That is none of your concern.”
“I will take that as a yes, then.”
“You would be wrong.”
“I don’t think I am.”
Greydon decided to end this ridiculous conversation and stepped into the coach, slamming the door behind him. Mr. Moore was the last person he wanted to discuss his feelings with. He could barely tolerate the man.
