His thoughts kept straying to Lady Eugenie. She had been wrongly accused but it was going to take more than his word to get her out of Newgate. The people were against her, too. The newssheets confirmed that by the articles that were written about her.
He suspected Lady Charlotte had murdered Phineas, but how could he prove it? He needed to ascertain the truth for himself, but would Lady Charlotte even be willing to see him again?
Davy stepped into the room. “A Mr. Moore is here to see you, my lord…”
His words had just left his mouth when Mr. Moore barged into the room. “You went to see Lady Eugenie without me!”
“Good afternoon, Mr. Moore,” Greydon said. “Would you care to have a seat?”
Mr. Moore approached the desk. “You had no right to visit with Lady Eugenie without me being present.”
Greydon frowned as he addressed his next comment to the butler. “That will be all, Davy.”
After the butler departed, Greydon leaned back in his seat. “I needed to speak to Lady Eugenie and I did not think you would mind.”
“Mind?” Mr. Moore asked. “Good gads, are you daft?”
Greydon didn’t take offense to Mr. Moore’s insulting remarks because he knew what he should say to dispel his anger. “I do believe that Lady Eugenie’s sister killed Phineas.”
Mr. Moore blinked. “Surely you can’t be serious?” he asked. “She is only seventeen.”
“It did not take much to plunge a knife into his heart, especially if he was weakened by the arsenic.”
The barrister dropped down into the chair. “Can you prove this?”
“No,” he replied.
“Do you have any proof that can verify this accusation?”
“I do not.”
Mr. Moore tossed up his hands in frustration. “You want me to accuse Lady Charlotte of murder with no proof?” he asked. “Are you mad?”
Greydon gave him a pointed look. “I am going to get proof.”
With a shake of his head, Mr. Moore asked, “Do you just make things up? I am just curious to know if I put my faith in the wrong Bow Street Runner.”
“I know it sounds far-fetched but if you will just hear me out,” Greydon said.
Mr. Moore huffed. “By all means, explain to me this preposterous theory.”
“Lady Charlotte was pregnant with Phineas’ baby and she was the last person to see him alive that morning.”
“How do you know that?”
“By her own admission she admitted she was at Phineas’ apartment that morning,” Greydon said. “I do believe she killed him and slipped out before her sister arrived.”
Mr. Moore’s brow rose. “I’m not saying I agree with you, but do you truly think Lady Charlotte is callous enough to let her sister hang for a murder that she committed?”
“I do, and Lady Eugenie is going along with all of this to protect her sister.”
The barrister grew silent. “I daresay you might be on to something, but how can you prove it?” he asked. “I am not sure if you remember, but courts generally rely on evidence.”
Greydon closed a ledger and placed it on the stack of books. “I need to speak to Lady Charlotte again.”
“Can I at least be present this time?” Mr. Moore mocked.
“I take no issue with that,” Greydon said. “But we do have an issue. Even if we can prove Lady Charlotte did murder Phineas, will Lady Eugenie allow her sister to be tried for murder?”
