Baron Vosanos chooses this moment to get involved. "What sort of investigation? Sorcerous? I don't like the idea of foreign Sorcerers poking about, I must say." #51 | | |
"I don't use sorcery," I tell him. Which is almost true. These days magic is mostly beyond me. "I just ask questions." #52 | | |
"Then how are your investigations ever successful? Surely criminals don't volunteer information?" #53 | | |
"I'm dogged. I keep asking." #54 | | |
Baron Vosanos laughs. "I can't see you making much progress. Who thinks this girl's death was suspicious anyway? First I've heard of it." #55 | | |
"Really? I thought it was well-know there were some suspicions. That's why Daringos was asked to investigate." #56 | | |
"There were no suspicions," says Baron Mabados. #57 | | |
"That's not what your daughter thinks," I reply. #58 | | |
The atmosphere, already cold, drops to somewhere around frozen. Mentioning the Baron's daughter in public, in connection with an investigation, could be construed as a huge social blunder. But I'm fed up being tactful, and maybe it's time to shake things up. #59 | | |
"If you so much as talk to my daughter I'll run you out of town," says Mabados. #60 | | |
"I already talked to her. And you're not running me out of anywhere." #61 | | |
"Why, I'll - " explodes Mabados, but he's unable to continue as the young King arrives at that moment, heralded by a fanfare of trumpets. Everyone bows respectfully. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Baron Mabados glaring at me with loathing. Perhaps he knows more than he's letting on. #62 | | |
