Tristan put his pocket watch away and nodded at his sister.

The young man's explanation ought to make him furious. He should probably send his sister home over it. As it was, he merely registered that Penelope had let a stranger into his house without his permission. A young man, at that, whom she had entertained in the kitchen. He knew it was wrong. He was to tired for a response.

He turned around to face the young corporal. "I appreciate you trying to help, Mr. Blacke. I would offer you a drink, but it is late and I need to examine Pippa and speak with my sister. Would you return tomorrow at four, so we can speak at leisure?" Leisure was a strong word perhaps for what was to come tomorrow.