In the still of the night, Eunice's mind replayed the image of Serena, crying as if her heart would break, her face wet with tears. Could it be that she had wronged the girl?
Serena had grown up with the finest education. It seemed impossible that a girl raised with such values could commit murder.
The remarks her husband had made lingered in her mind; it wasn't impossible.
Perhaps the real killer was someone else. Maybe she had indeed wronged Serena.
The next morning, Eunice awoke to find her husband had not yet come to bed. After freshening up, she discovered he had been up all night conducting his investigation. Sleep had not claimed him.
In the garden.
Bard was questioning every servant personally.
Eunice descended the spiral staircase and approached him.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
Then she turned to the servants gathered.
"Did anyone confess anything?"
"Mrs. Griffith, I swear I'm innocent."
