Nathaniel would have said more but he knew what was going on in that inspector's mind.  He had blood on his hands, regardless of it being his own and a dead woman with a broken neck.  Even if the Lady of the house could pull herself to gether to give one coherent thought, it looked bad.  He growled his assent to the police and grabbed a rather alarmed Emily Rose by the elbow and twisted her about.  He guided her roughly down the stairs, fuming at the ridiculous mess he was in.<br/><br/>"Nathaniel, what is going on," she demanded, jerking her arm from his hand.  "I was worried and that inspector, he seemed to think you....were involved."  Emily was truly concerned.  This night was starting to turn out rather horrifying with it's dead people.<br/><br/>"I haven't a bloody clue," he said with a dangerous edge to his voice.  He took a moment to calm himself and exerted that great control over himself lest he go into a apoplectic rage.  "It will be fine Emmy."<br/><br/>Going to the drawing room......<br/><br/>