Sir Henry smiled, revealing a snaggle of unpleasantly discoloured teeth. ‘Most certainly not, Master Rossi. You will be confined here in the guardhouse while I make further enquiries into the matter. The coroner must examine the body and you may need to account for additional time periods after we establish how long ago the victim met his death. When he was last seen. That sort of thing. Then, of course, I shall need to confer with the King.’
Tom stood. ‘Sir, I believe I might be–’
‘Take this man to the guardhouse, if you please, Lieutenant Monkton.’
As there seemed nothing to be done, I stood and allowed Tom to usher me from the room. Once the door closed behind us, I stopped and turned to face him. ‘I need to speak to you privately,’ I whispered.
He nodded, leading me outside and acr
