"What are you doing here, again?" Elenore asked.
"We were sent by Sir Alexander Hartman". John said, maintaining a serious gaze.
"For what? Is it my company?" Albert asked, restless.
"No, sir. On the contrary, it's about your daughter, Hilda". John responded.
"What about her?" Elenore asked, a little confused.
"We just wanted to be sure she's not here and that will require us to interrogate you both".
"Interrogate us? Does that even make any sense? I'm not doing this. You're not the NYPD or something". Elenore retorted.
"I'm afraid, you'll have to comply with us, ma'am".
"And, if I don't?"
"Let's not talk about that".
"I don't know where my daughter is". Albert said.
"Yes, he's right. We don't know where she is! If anything, we're supposed to hold you al
