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“Oh, but this isn’t an assumption. We’ve got a statement from Burly Joe saying you met with him and his gang two weeks ago, even down to the description of what was said in that meeting,” the Detective said with a stern expression.
“And what did he say was said?” Kenneth chuckled.
Detective Cooper refrained from answering and instead posed another question.
“What business have you with the Nabob known as Henry?” the Detective asked.
The first alarm bells began ringing in Kenneth’s head. He brushed the feeling away and proceeded to answer the question.
Henry, a wealthy merchant who had acquired his fortune in India, was one of the names on Leonard’s list. He was serving in the capacity of a financier for the revolt group. He was also one of the names Kenneth had tried to set up a meeting with, albeit unsuccessfully.
“I tried to see Henry on a number of occasions to discuss business opportunities. Unfortunately, his schedule never permitted such a meeting, so I eventually gave up and sought other alternatives.”
“Well, that’s not what he tells us,” the Detective answered. “He tells us that you tried to get him to finance an uprising and that he turned you down.”
“I beg your pardon?” Kenneth exclaimed.
“Oh, that is not all, Lord Walsrock. However, I’m glad to see that your countenance has changed. Hopefully, you are beginning to understand how serious of a matter this is. By the time we are done, I hope to have discovered the truth.”
They already have damning evidence and confessions against me? Are they trying to implicate me in all this?
The Detective bent down and pulled a receipt from the file that he’d earlier dropped on the table.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked as he presented it to Kenneth.
“It does look like an invoice or a receipt of purchase of some kind,” Kenneth remarked.
“You are right. It is a receipt validating the purchase of munitions from a weapons manufacturer in France.”
“All right. What does that have to do with me?” Kenneth asked, getting exasperated.
“Do you recognize the signature at the bottom of the receipt?” Detective Cooper asked.
Kenneth eyes trailed down to the bottom and he suddenly froze. Right there at the bottom of the receipt for the purchase of munitions was his name and signature detailed out to perfection.
“What the hell is going on?” Kenneth railed, losing his calm for the first time since he arrived at their office.
Detective Cooper ignored his outburst and continued with the interrogation.
Someone is definitely going through the trouble of making me look guilty.
“Would you mind telling me about your bill?” Detective Cooper asked.
“If you have gone through the trouble of procuring a false document that bears my signature, I’m confident in the fact that you already know what my bill is about,” Kenneth responded.
The Detective simply smiled and produced two copies of the bill he’d presented to parliament; the first one from his first presentation and the second from his last presentation.
“Is this what it was about?” Detective Cooper asked, waving the copies of the bills in front of him.
“I am not sure I follow,” Kenneth responded.
“Well, the story being peddled in some circles is that you were so passionate about your cause, that when it was trampled upon by your colleagues, you decided to teach them a lesson.”
“You are reaching now, Detective. And frankly, I’m beginning to get bored,” Kenneth bluffed. “Yes, I have always been passionate about my cause, but I have never been vexed to the point where I felt I needed to exact vengeance on my fellow Lords for turning the bill away.”
The Detective looked at him and shook his head again, before reaching down and pulling up yet another piece of paper.
The evidence just won’t stop materializing, will it?
