He gave Emily a quick hug in the hallway, momentarily resting his chin on her head.  He could only hope that things would be alright.  He did not want to worry her but he was not immune to the effects of his anxiety.  Moving them both down the hall he strode into the drawing room as if nothing were wrong, though one could probably feel the seething anger under the surface of his facade.<br/><br/>There were new faces in the room and another lovely bright spot.  Under normal circumstances, he would have introduced himself to the beautiful young woman.  Instead, he sought the other inspector.  "We were told to give you a statement, my good man."<br/><br/>Cordial, he was, but his jaw was clenched and his grip on Emily tightened.  Emily new when her brother was worried.  Worried equaled quiet and angry.  She just hope that he would keep his temper in check.  It all looked bad enough as it was and she clung to him.  More to support him than to comfort her own fraying nerves.  Did she hear mummy?