Who Killed The Earl Of Moran?

O nce again, Curtis found himself sitting alongside Mary Alder in the drawing room of the Adairs’ Albemarle Street home and watching Julian, who was peering out of the window, scanning the street.

Surreptitiously, Curtis glanced sidelong at the woman beside him. Although assured that she was no longer considered a suspect in the earl’s murder, Mary Alder still seemed tense, as if that reprieve could, at any time, be rescinded.

Knowing all he did of the capriciousness of the so-called justice system, Curtis reflected that he couldn’t blame her.

He could, however, reassure her. Choosing his words, in a matter-of-fact tone, he ventured, “I expect Stokes and the Adairs will have made some headway by now. I’m keen to hear what they’ve found so we can see where the information Julian and I turned up fits into the picture.”