Nathaniel spun about to see two maids.  Almost as if in slow motion he could see there rather ample chests swell to take in deep breaths.  He had to stop them but how.  Their eyes were terrified and he could almost taste their fear and all this happening as the world seemed to slow.<br/><br/>"No, no, no, no," he coaxed quickly, his palms out and waving, his face a mix of his own surprise and pleading innocence.  It was to no end.  Time resumed and the two began to scream.  "Please, it's not what it looks like.  She was like this-," he tried to explain.  They did not hear him as they shivered in fear clutching each other as if the support would ward off any evils.  Then they were joined by police and not too far behind his sweet Emily Rose.<br/><br/>He clapped his forhead in consternation, smearing blood on his face.  He was not in a position to look good.  In fact, if he were anyone else, he would assume the worst as well.  He watched as the two maids were escorted away.  He stepped forward, exasperation filling his voice.<br/><br/>"I assure you, I came only to the rescue and instead happened upon this.  I did..not...kill this woman.  She was already dead when I found her," he explained but the stoic attitude of the police officer did nothing to assure him of anything, despite his innocence.  He turned to the Lady of the house.  "Tell them.  Tell them what you saw.  Tell them it was I!"