Who Killed The Earl Of Moran?

T he following morning, after noting that the newspapers had sunk their teeth into the story of the murder of the Earl of Moran and, having also learned of the unexpected and mysterious death of the earl’s butler, were busy stitching the few facts they’d gleaned into a predictably sensational account, Penelope set out for Grosvenor Square and arrived at St. Ives House, on the square’s north side, promptly at ten-thirty.

Although it was rather early in the day for ton events, she knew she would find at least some of her usual sources gathered over the teacups.

While today’s morning tea was not one of the Cynster ladies’ regular at-homes, which drew a large crowd of connected ladies, given it was the height of the Season, she was nevertheless hopeful that a decent number of the family’s females would be present and prove sufficient for her needs.

On opening the front door, Hamilton, the butler, smiled upon her in welcome. “Mrs. Adair. The ladies will be especially pleased to see you, ma’am.”