Walker stopped by a door. “Wait in here,” he ordered. “I will bring Lady Eugenie to you.”
Mr. Moore opened the door and stood to the side as Greydon walked into the small, square room. The only light came from a window on the far side and it had bars in front of it. A table sat in the middle and there were two chairs pushed in.
Greydon leaned his shoulder against the wall as he waited for the prisoner to be brought in. Mr. Moore pulled out a chair and sat down.
A short time later, the door opened and Lady Eugenie stepped into the room. She was dressed in a tan gown that hung loosely on her body. Her long, blonde hair looked unkempt and her face had splotches of dirt.
Walker grabbed Lady Eugenie’s arm and walked her over to the table. He pulled out a chair and forcefully pushed her down onto it. “Stay there,” he growled.
Mr. Moore met the guard’s gaze and said, “I wish to speak to my client alone.”
With a frown, the guard released Lady Eugenie’s arm and took a step back. “I will be right outside,” he grumbled.
Once the guard had stepped out, Mr. Moore gave Lady Eugenie a weak smile. “How are you faring?”
“As good as can be expected, I suppose,” Lady Eugenie replied unconvincingly.
“I brought someone that I believe can help you,” Mr. Moore said.
Lady Eugenie turned her attention towards Greydon. “Why did you bring Phineas’ brother?” she asked.
Mr. Moore glanced between them. “I hadn’t realized that you two were acquainted.”
“As children, our families would attend house parties together and we would play games with one another,” Lady Eugenie explained.
Greydon pushed off from the wall and straightened to his full height. “That was long ago, and I don’t have time to rehash the past.”
“Neither do I,” Lady Eugenie said. “Which is why I am wondering why a son of an earl can help me.”
“My reasons are my own,” Greydon replied. He didn’t want to admit that he worked as a Bow Street Runner, at least not yet.
Lady Eugenie arched an eyebrow. “And why would you help me?” she asked. “Everyone believes I killed your brother.”
“Did you?” Greydon asked.
She shook her head. “I did not,” she said. “Not that anyone believes me. The guards have marked me for dead since I got here.”
Greydon approached the table and said, “I am still not convinced that you are innocent, but I gave my word to someone that I would see this investigation through.”
Mr. Moore interjected, “Perhaps Lady Eugenie should start at the beginning and tell us what happened.”
Lady Eugenie nodded. “I noticed that the door to Phineas’ apartment was open—”
“Why were you there?” Greydon asked.
“I won’t say,” Lady Eugenie said.
“Whyever not?’ Greydon pressed.
Lady Eugenie fidgeted with her hands in her lap. “As I was saying, I went inside Phineas’ apartment and I saw a dagger sticking out of his chest. I tried to help him, but he was already dead. I started screaming for help, but it did no good.”
Greydon cocked his head. “Did you try to wash the blood off your hands when you were in my brother’s apartment?”
She gave him a blank look. “When would I have had the time? The people swarmed inside the apartment and accused me of killing him.”
“Did you burn anything?” Greydon asked.
“Again, with what time?” Lady Eugenie responded. “Everything happened so fast and my only concern was trying to help Phineas.”
