As Cooper re-united with his master Helena took the opportunity to very discretely place the poker she'd been holding again the wall, then retreated to a quiet corner of the room, taking the children with her. She had been a governess for some time now and as such she'd been taught to be a silent, almost invisible presence. She found herself falling back into that habit now.<br/><br/>There were no rules against listening though and she was dismayed to hear the master, James and Alice's father, was dead... Murdered in this very house, right under everyone's nose. And from the sound of it their mother wasn't doing too well either. She looked at the officers, glad the law had arrived so swiftly but dismayed to find they were content to drink tea, have biscuits and ask for their testimonies.<br/><br/>For God’s sake could they not hear the screams from upstairs!?<br/><br/>James could certainly hear it, and she put an arm around the little boy’s shoulder as he spoke, pulling him close. “I don’t know sweetheart,” she whispered, then raised her voice a little. Still a whisper, but loud enough to carry across the room. “But the police are here now, I’m sure the officers will make sure nothing happens to your mother while they’re here.”