"Not JUST robbery, my dear Annabelle," Edmund answered loudly, catching the attention of anyone within earshot, "Muuuuurder!"<br/><br/>He was quite pleased with the melodramatic flair with which he spoke the last word, and it was all he could do to keep from smiling and bowing to the shocked and attentive audience of constables and reporters that had entered the room.  He saw a frown of disapproval from the chief inspector - ah, apparently the murder was not yet public knowledge.  Oh well, Edmund thought.  Who better than to make the announcement than he?<br/><br/>"But fear not, my friends.  Edmund Worthington is on the case, and this vile villain shant get too far!"<br/><br/>He paused, leaning over one reporter's pad, and softly added "No, no, that's Worthington, with a 'thing'.  Wor. Thing. ton.  Yes, yes, much better."<br/><br/>"Now, if you all will excuse me, I must speak with my private chronicler," he said, dismissing the crowd, and then turned towards Annabelle, drawing her close.<br/><br/>"Murder!" he rasped softly, and all hints of confidence vanished, "I've never dealt with a murder before!  God, what the blazes are we to do?"