The Lady shook and gibbered a little more, she was talking of knives and great beats from hell, she spoke of ravens with eyes that shone bright, and her children. She spoke then of the goblins in the wardrobe that cut holes in her dresses… though within her gibberish there might have been mention of the man that came to slay the beast…<br/><br/>The inspector did his own face palm….this was becoming decidedly messy, worse so because he was dealing with dignitaries and in his position he did not want to upset anyone. He rather preferred dealing with the scum in the Eastend after all no one complained if one had to get a little rough with them. “Well Sir…” he turned then to see Emily Rose who had been more than a little distressed, “And you my good Lady perhaps both of you might return downstairs to speak to my colleague. Also I feel I might need to speak to you in private sir.”  The evidence was damning against this man…as it was it might have to be pinned on one of the servants if this gentleman had enough money to grease a few palms.<br/><br/>Also that bloody opium addict of an inspector could deal with the possiblity of another hysterical woman.  “I suggest you clean yourself up a little.” He stayed with the lady of the house and was not pleased with the prospect of dealing with this delirious woman. He hoped one of the bobbies would return soon. this house had a strange atmosphere to it, and it was troubling. The sooner this was over the better...