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Selena
Arthur, JJ, Matthew.
While things might feel like they are not looking up, Arthur seems like a changed man in the following days: he is spending most of his time at home, being more attentive than ever, and while he is not there yet in good mood, he is trying. He's also curious to know if she's feeling any better - he might think of her to be more fragile than she actually is. His attention is also diverted to his sisters - while Gigi and Rory usually hang out on their own, Agatha might stop by, and Gigi is likely to drop by unannounced on her own, too. The siblings might have a shared sense of common grief after Atlas' disappearance, naturally gravitating together in times of distress.
Act II Arthur would be in a foul mood after the interrogation, but trying to keep the friction from their relationship. Should she start a conversation with him about everything that took place, he'd imply that she never got to meet the person Thelonious was after Atlas disappeared and his mother got sick, and he was happy about that. He would not be into discussing it further, saying it's impolite to speak ill of the dead.
Act III Arthur is shocked by the outcome: not the first one, rather what Godfrey has to say after the will reading.
JJ is worried. Now that he is in the vicinity - and he will be around more than one might expect. Between his time at the Freesia cottage and his travelling to London, he'll make time to see Selena. His intentions are good, he would not have any harsh words about her marriage at this point (or the round). He would advise after travelling if he knew they had plans (or implied them) to travel, but he knows better than to push for it. Despite what might be happening, he is keen on sticking around for the entirety of summer. More to be added, if need be.
Matthew couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something utterly attractive about Selena Wolf that went beyond her looks. She was a gorgeous woman, yes, but some things go further than the superficial. Once he finds out about her project, he could not say he was surprised - there needs to be something that keeps her occupied if all things he's heard about Arthur are true, and the way she did not want him to find out about it even now was something he could respect. He'd keep himself respectful, but borderline flirtatious should they find themselves alone or out of earshot of others.
Zella
Vincent & Gigi
Gigi is distraught, to say the least in the following days, and while she might be upset, she seems to be more worried about what the future might have in store for her - the fact that she managed not to gain any kind of independence money to actually be on her own. She'll seek Zella's advice, clearly, hoping to find out what has happened - and enquire more about what she told Arthur just moments before things happened. Act I Gigi is something between mourning, worried and quite lost on her feet, something Gigi never actually is/was. She will spend much time alone, or with people but clearly lost in her thoughts.
Act II Gigi will turn to a proper worried mess after the questioning, later mentioning to Zella she might have spoken to the detective about her abilities nonchalantly, as she believes Zella might be able to help.
In Act III, Gigi feels a bit relieved: should Zella ask to find out more, she'll say that there's more chance in getting her way now that Rebekah and Arthur hold the money, rather than if someone else has been declared an heir.
Vincent can't say he's far too happy with the arrangement so far: in his opinion, Zella seems to be hyperfocused on flirting her way around the room - himself included - and focusing very little time on what he actually paid her to do. He won't change his behaviour much, yet it might be clear he is not asking for information at the same intensity anymore. Act I Vincent will attend the funeral, but instead of asking her to do something, he will just be there, curious to observe the family. Act II Vincent is nonchalant about Bancroft's visit, curious as to what the detective might actually know. Act III Vincent will spend his time at the cottage, supposedly taking a short break to deal with some matters back home, wherever that might be.
Winny
Ulrich, Godfrey, Gigi
Ulrich is giving it a few days before reaching out, mainly not to cause any suspicion with the police, but he is having a horribly hard time keeping his hands away from Winny. He moved to London, now, to live with his sister, and provide some support, and while their little thing might be easier to discover while there are others in the house (Rebekah, Noemi, Gigi, staff), the thrill might be a bit hard to avoid. Depending on her mood, Ulrich might turn a little bit more pragmatic - now uncle Thelonious is dead, is there a point to staying engaged to Godfrey anyways? Their relationship is surely going to get the support of the Wolf in charge right now - Rebekah. Act II, after the questioning, his opinion might change a tiny bit: Ulrich suggests they wait for things to settle down before doing anything. In Act III, he will be in his house, waiting for Winny after the reading.
Gigi is distraught, to say the least in the following days, and while she might be upset, she seems to be more worried about what the future might have in store for her - the fact that she managed not to gain any kind of independence money to actually be on her own. Any visit from Winny will come as a lovely distraction, so feel free to step up and show up whenever. In Act I Gigi is something between mourning, worried and quite lost on her feet, something Gigi never actually is/was. She'll speak to Winny more, asking her if she had any regrets about how things in her family played out after the death of her father: she mainly speaks of her trust fund conditions. In Act II Gigi will turn into a proper worried mess after the questioning, spending time between her studio and her medium friend, basically.
In Act III, Gigi feels a bit relieved as she believes her inheritance situation might change now.
Godfrey is unsure of how to treat Winny now - depending on how worried or sad she might appear, he would try to act in accordance with that. While he is giving her the time to mourn, not pushing any boundaries, she might pick up a sense of urgency on him as the time goes by. They can attend the funeral together, as per usual. Act I Godfrey is showing a little bit more emotion, even in her standard, clearly sorry for the death of Thelonious Wolf, and even takes a few days off from work to rest alone. Act II Godfrey seems to be happy to learn the police are trying to do their job properly, and he would escort Winny home from her questioning should she feel bad after. In Act III, he is genuinely shocked after the reading. Should Winny talk to him later, he will say Thelonious sent a new will into the office only a couple of weeks after his death.
Agatha
Arthur is going to be doing his best to keep himself up during the following days. He's not well, far from it, but he is deciding to focus on spending time with Selena, staying at home, keeping his mind as little preoccupied as one might after what has just happened. He'd visit Agatha, and would be delighted for her to visit him too. He'll share with Agatha that he plans to leave London, taking Selena on a vacation for a few days, hoping to get her away from the mess, and just try not to keep his mind on the ordeal. The news of the investigation heading in a whole other direction will not sit well with him, the idea of someone who was with them being the culprit feels very unlikely to him. Hi might also feel reminiscent - thinking of the time when they were last in the Winterbrook together, before Atlas went missing before Victoria died - and in his mind, it feels like the last time they were happy together. In memory of those times, he'll suggest (subtly) that there are no ill words spoken about Thelonious.
He'd reach out after his interrogation, asking if Agatha told some more information about Thelonious, since the detective seems to know a lot about their childhood.
The testament reading will shock him, in the end, after Godfrey mentions it might not be the newest version.
Calix will reach out before, but also during the funeral. He shows up, very casually, but very respectfully, with one clear intention of providing support, or distraction, whatever might be needed on her side. He won't go as far as to impose, but his intention is to be a bit more upfront on the fact they have been friends for a while now, and let Agatha decide if this is something she wishes to do. Calix was (still is) curious about the whole marriage thing, but he would not poke that bear right now unless she pushes for the subject.
After his interrogation, he'd call her, saying that he believes he might be a suspect in this case, at least according to what the detective had to say about it. He'd ask what did the police ask her, and if they had any hints as to who they believe killed Thelonious, or why.
During Act III, he is not at the reading, but he is at his cottage at the time.
Etienne will send some flowers over, with his condolences, days before the funeral, and show up at the funeral, expressing his condolences to the entire family. He'll attend and shortly stop by the reception afterwards, mainly to try to get a word with Agatha. He'll announce his departure from the country in the following days, saying very openly he would love to stop by and visit next time he is in London, as he has the fondest memories of the harsh words his would-be-wife had for him.
His plans are foiled as the detective pays him a visit, and he ends up staying in England: the two of them can run into each other during one of the three days in Act II.
Act III, he is not present, as he is not invited, but he is at his cottage.
Aurora
Noemi, Matthew & Godfrey
Noemi is equally terrified, distraught and out of her mind - it feels like she had it all planned out, and now a horrible unlucky event spoilt it all. She's still going to be amazing at her job, and whenever she meets Rory, she will most likely let her maternal instincts kick in, wondering if she is okay, or if she needs anything. After the funeral, it feels like she's relieved: one important matter checked from her list might seem insignificant, but to Noemi, it means the world. Then, in Act II, the questioning rattles her - and it rattles her good, making her consider leaving for the first time in a very long time. Noemi also seems to have something else entirely on her mind, something far more personal. In Act III, she's certain Godfrey is right and supports Aurora's theory, too: the will should be in Thelonious' London office, which is the one he used most of the time.
Matthew has a hard time keeping away from flirting with any charming woman, soo during the interrogation you can easily sense that's what's happening. He finds her attractive, yet somehow elusive. He can strike up a conversation should they accidentally meet in London at any point.
Godfrey will offer his condolences on the matter, offering his support to the entire family. He's shocked by the situation, clearly, but understands it might be unbearable for the siblings, and Rebekah. He's present on all occasions. In Act I, his ride back to London (Winny) stays behind, so he'll ask Aurora for a ride, ending up in a car with Aurora, Gigi & Zella. In Act II, he'll advise the entire family to stick with the fact when talking to the detective - legally, it's the best they can do.
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SnippetsNoemi
There was a short knock on the office door, followed by a polite smile peaking in.
“Detective Bancroft wants to know if you wish to have some tea?”
“I’m fine, thank you,” the voice coming out seems a bit coarse. No wonder, really - she hasn’t spoken to anyone since she got up, leaving the apartment early, while Lady Wolf was still in bed. The woman nods, leaving, and Noemi gets up to serve herself a glass of water standing on a cabinet near the window. She had to give it to Bancroft, he had as much of a sense of decorating a space as she imagines a man can have. And speaking of...
“Mrs Lombardi—” Bancroft swings the door open, turning around to close them, with a short smile lighting up his face.
“Miss,” Noemi corrects him.
“How come?”
“Excuse me?”
“You haven’t married yet?” he asked, and Noemi took a sip of the water shortly after returning to the chair opposite his. Bancroft sets some papers aside, waiting for the reply.
“I hardly see the point of this, I have to tell you, but very well,” Noemi looks at him going through some files, pulling one out, and bringing it to the table as he sat down. Perhaps this will last less than she imagined it would - he seemed direct. -”I was engaged at 18, but unfortunately, he passed away before we got the chance to start our family,”
“And?” Bancroft replied, ignoring the poignant look in her eyes as she finished the sentence.
“And I was left alone once again,”
“Again?”
“Have you done your research properly, you wouldn’t have had to ask that,”
“Perhaps I want to see if my version is correct,”
“I assure you, detective, I have nothing to hide,” Noemi’s words come out coldly, to the point, as she intends them to be. -”Lord Wolf know— knew everything he had to know about me, and my life before I started my service with the family,”
“The family doesn’t see you as their staff, not really,” Bancroft replied, glancing into his papers.
“Is there an endgame to this?” her question encounters a glance, rather than an answer. -”They don’t, perhaps, but I can assure you, the relationship we have is a friendly one, there has rarely been a harsh word said between us since I got to the house,”
“You’re awfully agreeable, then,”
“I know my place here,” she replied. -”And I mean that without any contempt, and rest assured, there is no space for pride when you work for a family such as the Wolf family,”
“It feels like a very harsh thing to say,” he replied, but she just shook her head shortly. -”You disagree?”
“There is nothing harsh about this,” Noemi replied. -”Working with Lord Wolf, with Thelonious, and the family was a pleasurable experience, and now, I plan to stay with Lady Wolf.”
“So, Thelonious Wolf was a good employer, if we can be frank, it feels like a surprise,”
“Why?”
“Thelonious seemed like a cruel man when it comes to business,” Bancroft continues. -”So, he liked you,” he concluded, leaving her unsure if it was a question or a statement. She disliked guessing.
“Thelonious Wolf was fair, highly organised and had a great business mindset,” she lists what she believes is the fact of life, with a great sense of pride. -”He wasn’t afraid to pursue his goals.”
Bancroft smirks.
“In business and in love,” he continued.
“I have to say, I am far too tired to listen to you speak in riddles—”
“Rebekah Meier, Lady Wolf was a goal he pursued without regard for anyone, and I was told you were, too.”
Noemi seems surprised for a split second before her expressionless front goes up again. She blinked a few times, now showing a bit of contempt on her face.
“Had I known speaking in riddles was only the alternative to speaking brute, I would have settled for the first,”
“I apologize if I have—”
“You do not,” she cuts him short. -”Yes, Thelonious did not hesitate a second once he saw something he liked, or he met someone he liked, and he would cherish the people—”
“Until they had something he possibly wished for, like Mr Onasis had Lady Wolf, or perhaps Mrs Batollini had you.”
“I was working for another family when we met, yes,” she confirms. -”And I was awfully good at what I did, it was no surprise, I was getting offers quite a lot those days,”
“What made you say yes to Thelonious?”
“The money was beyond what I imagined,” she replied. -”And he seemed like a direct man, it was not a hasty decision, rest assured.”
“For someone getting paid as much as you do, things seemed to have been in quite some mess,” he replied - now, this was a reaction, Bancroft smiled at her shocked face. Instead of waiting for her, he showed some photos he pulled out of the file, setting them there.
The files in the photos were not organised chronologically, and the correspondence was not alphabetical. She stayed silent, looking up.
“Someone was looking for something, do you have any idea what that might be?” Bancroft asked, and she just shook her head.
“Very well,” he nodded. -”If you think of anything else—”
“I would like to say,” Noemi starts. -”Lord Wolf was not the nicest of men when it came to business, but his personality scared his enemies off enough to prevent this thing from happening. No one would dare kill him.”
Bancroft nodded. Noemi took this as a sign she is free to leave, so she gets up, fixes her dress, and her hat, heading to the door, hesitating as she reached for the handle.
“Detective?” she turns around. -”How did he die?”
“Asphyxiation,” Bancroft replied. She nods, thanking him silently before she heads away. Before she reaches the stairs, she hears the steps getting louder behind her.
“Miss Lombardi,” she turns to the detective. -”Was Thelonious very sensitive to cold temperatures?”
“No, at least to my knowledge.”
He nodded, watching her leave for another moment before returning to his office.
He realizes he did not ask her about her plans.
Arthur
He stepped inside the office, sitting down where his wife sat only moments before and watched as Bancroft closed the door behind them. Arthur glanced over to the man, unsure of what is to come next.
“How did, uhm,” Arthur furrowed his brows, looking away for a short moment, before managing to look up. -”How did my father die?”
Bancroft sat down before he replied.
“Asphyxiation,”
“Do you have any new leads, then?”
“I’m afraid our suspect pool is quite big,” Bancroft replied to Arthur’s dismay.
“Should I consider hiring a private detective?”
“Depends,” Bancroft replied. -”Do you know any that are as good as Scotland Yard?”
Arthur says nothing to that, glancing away.
“What can you tell me of your father’s last day?”
“Is there something I did not tell you already?”
“Perhaps something came up, you remembered something,” Bancroft offered him a glass of water, but Arthur just shook his head.
“As I told you already, my wife and I arrived together, spend some time together—”
“I thought you said you were at the library shortly after your arrival?” Bancroft cuts him short, making Arthur furrow his brows again.
“You’re right,” he spat. -”I apologize for not really keeping up with what I was doing to a bloody minute the day my father died!”
“To move along, you spent some time with your wife, before heading to the library, then some more time with your wife, and then the party?”
“I suppose, yes,” Arthur replied.
“And do you recall if there were any other visitors during the time?”
“Both JJ Santos and Ulrich Meier showed up that day,” Arthur recalls. -”I cannot recall when exactly, to be frank,”
“Does it matter?” Bancroft replied.
“What do you mean?” Arthur is surprised by the reply.
“I mean,” Bancroft steps up, opening his cabinet to take out two glasses and a bottle of bourbon. He nods toward Arthur, but he shook his head, taking a sip. -”As I said, I mean in a sense you cannot believe either had something to do with the death of Mr Wolf?”
“Lord Wolf,” Arthur corrected him. -”Do you think anyone can be dismissed this early?”
“Perhaps you can do your job, Mr Wolf, and we can do ours,” Bancroft replied, but before Arthur gets the chance to say much, he sat down.
“Can you tell me more about your father?”
Silence on the other end of the table meant nothing to the detective, as he sipped some more of his drink.
“Oh, do you mind?” he asks, lifting his drink.
“Does it matter, as you are already drinking?” Arthur replied.
“Come on, Mr Wolf, I believed you to be the man who is keen on bending some rules, living for the pleasure a little bit,” Bancroft grinned. -”Perhaps not?”
“Perhaps I am better at picking the time and the place, detective,”
“I believe you must be,” Bancroft continued. -”You made a very fine choice with picking a wife as well, the company you keep beside her is also a rather good choice,” he continued as the paleness washed Arthur’s face over. His lips parted, but in the lack of words, Bancroft continued. -”Heiress to an oil empire, it really has a ring to it, I have to admit,”
“What are you implying, Bancroft?”
“Detective Bancroft,” he quickly added, watching Arthur’s jaw clench. -”Absolutely nothing, Mr Wolf, just stating the facts - you got lucky meeting your wife, wouldn’t you agree?”
Arthur said nothing, and after a moment, Bancroft shrugged.
“So, you started to tell me more about Lord Wolf?”
“My father was—”
It felt like a moment his mind went blank, and he sits there, staring at a spot on the wooden desk before he suddenly looked up.
“My father was a strict man, and after my brother died, he never really recovered,” he says, watching the surprise on Bancroft’s face.
“Died? But the body has not been recovered?”
“We had a burial, thinking it would help, but things only turned sour later,”
“How so?”
“The weight of being the child of Lord Wolf did not get easier to carry in time, but it got distributed to four instead of five people,” he forced a smile. -”My father was, you see, a very demanding man, especially after Atlas, and even more so after my mother died,” he continued.
“It was hard to keep up with it, you’d say?”
“Yes, and no,” Arthur replied. -”I believe we all gave up after a while, realizing the bar was simply set too high to be a truly obtainable goal,”
“Giving up is something you often resort to?”
This time Arthur was done with it, the look he gave the detective was painfully honest and painted a clear picture of just how annoyed he was.
“My father thought us better, we knew to finish whatever we started, no matter how hard,” Arthur says.
“That seems like it can bring you quite a few enemies in life?”
“If everyone loves what you’re doing, are you truly doing something worth doing?”
“Perhaps you are, something universally good,” Bancroft replied. -”But again, your father did not seem like a man that would lose sleep over the bodies he had to climb over to get to what he wanted, and did not seem like someone who would be worried about enemies,”
“What’s wrong with that?” Arthur spat. -”If the point of this conversation is for you to drag our name, and my father, through dirt, I do have to say Scotland Yard really steeped low.”
“Merely repeating what I heard about Lord Wolf so far,” Bancroft says. -”But, I have to say, hearing that he did not treat his children as one might have imagined is what makes me the saddest,”
“I assure you, detective Bancroft,” Arthur exhaled, legs crossed, his cold gaze not moving from the man. The questions were despicable, and he was holding himself from speaking his mind properly. -”You’ve got nothing to feel sorry about, all of my siblings know how to take care of themselves well, and neither of us minds it one bit.”
Bancroft looked at Arthur once again, in silence, tossed back his drink and leaned forward.
“Did you hear everything you wanted?”
“I’ll pay you a visit should I have any more questions,” Bancroft replied, Arthur, springing up the chair immediately. By the time Bancroft said goodbye, he was already out the door.
Gigi
Once Gigi sat down in the uncomfortable chair, she realised the process will not be as she hoped for it. Matthew Bancroft stepped into the room, the faint hint of a cigar hit her nostrils, and she turned around immediately.
“Did I frighten you?”
“No, not at all,” Gigi replied. -”You’re smoking Partagas Serie D No 4., aren’t you?”
He seems surprised, and her faint smile makes him nod instead of thinking of a clever reply. He realizes soon into the question it was the same brand Thelonious smoked before his death.
“It was my father’s favourite brand, did Rebekah tell you?”
“She didn’t, no,” Bancroft replied shortly, nodding at the young woman and sitting down.
“He had to have them in the house, at all times, and once he lit one up, you could tell he did not intend to move for a while,” she lets out a smile. -”A creature of his habits, my father,”
“What do you mean by it? Not moving for a while?”
“My father was not the kindest man, detective,” the words might have been harsh, but the tone is playful. -”But he was nothing if not consistent and dedicated, to everything he did,” Gigi continued, leaning back into the chair, not allowing for interruptions, but not with a word nor an action, rather just her presence. -”I imagine you’ve heard a great deal of him, and oh-so-many versions of what kind of man he was, but let me assure you, you could rely on his unwavering persona time and time again,”
“Reliable, you mean?”
“If I meant to say reliable, detective, I would have used that word,”
“So, he would not budge?”
“Not if the world came crumbling down, no,” she speaks softly. -”I was intent on marrying when I was 21, detective, and I thought my will was as strong as his,” she replied. -”I made plans to surprise my family with the news, but even if I managed to hide everything well for a while, my father knew about it all along, it turns out,”
“What happened?”
“Nothing, clearly,” she gives a small shrug. -”I’m unmarried, the man I loved got married in Paris, from what I last heard, and Thelonious Wolf, God rest his soul, got what he wanted as per usual, unwilling to even reconsider,”
“How did he find out? About the man, I mean”
“I imagine he has men like you on his payroll, detective,” Gigi speaks in a lighthearted tone, but nothing she says is lighthearted at the least. Bancroft’s brows furrow. -”Have I offended you? I hope not.”
“You didn’t explain that thing about not moving for a while,” he ignores her question, and then her answers.
“Oh, you are quite right, yes,” Gigi nods. -”My father was not in favour of putting out an unfinished cigar and lighting it back on,” she says. -”And he was certainly not a fan of letting one go to waste, detective, so if you saw him light one up, you could know he will be somewhere for a while.”
He stays silent, allowing for more space for Gigi, not that she wouldn’t have claimed it.
“Rebekah hated it, and she had a right to do so - the stench, the fact he would refuse to hurry, no matter what plans they made, if he was not done, he would not move,” she seems amused.
“Seems like his habits changed near the end of his life,” Bancroft replied. -”He put out a cigar before his death, unfinished.”
“Highly unlikely, detective” she stated very seriously. -”It was unforgiving to do such a thing, believe me, he did not do it on his own.”
“Speaking of forgiveness, he forgave you after the marriage attempt?”
Gigi chuckled, rolling her eyes, still feeling uncomfortable.
“Men,” she replied. -”It’s very easy for you to assume he had anything to forgive me,” she rolled her eyes. -”The right question is have I forgiven him? And I have, yes, not because he deserved it, but because I did,” Gigi concluded. -”Water under the bridge now, I have my brand, my entire focus is there, my associates, collections—”
“Are illusionists considered associates now?”
“I assume you speak of Miss Lehr?”
“Yes,” he continued.
“You be the judge of her talents, rather than asking me,” she says, pulling her bag from the back of the chair, opening it in a very short movement, elegantly sliding a card across the desk towards him. -”I will not speak in her name, she is more than capable of doing that herself.”
“Perhaps—”
“I’m done with this conversation, detective,” she smiled, getting up.
“I might have more questions,” Bancroft seems confused for a second.
“Make sure to write them down for the next time, then,” Gigi replied. -”I’ve told you everything I consider relevant enough to share, and now I am tired, and need to rest.”
“Are you not curious to find out how your father died?”
“Absolutely not,” she replies leaving out the door. -”My father is dead, that’s all the sadness I can handle.”
Godfrey
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“How long have you been the solicitor for the family?” Bancroft asks as Godfrey glanced at him from across the room, thinking for a moment.
“It’s coming to five years now, I would say,” Godfrey replied. -”I would have to check if you need more precise information.”
“No need,” he shook his head. -”And during the time, you have gained the trust and the friendship of Thelonious Wolf?”
“I should like to think so, yes,” Godfrey nodded. -”Lord Wolf is a hard man to please, I can tell you this much, and his standards are high.”
“Then you must feel extremely proud of the fact you managed to do so?”
“Perhaps, now you’ve mentioned it,” Godfrey replied. -”I respect—respected Thelonious, the whole family, actually. Recovering from a financial crash of a sort, then returning in the greater glory than ever—”
“You mean Thelonious himself?”
“Naturally, yes,” Godfrey replied shortly. -”I take it you know the story? Of course, I assume you know everything that is to be known here.”
Bancroft chuckled a little bit, shaking his head.
“I realize it’s awfully inappropriate to laugh, but I rather feel like I know less with time passing,” Bancroft mused the words, something between trying to hide it and trying to share, perhaps to get another clue about it.
“I’m afraid I do not follow,” Godfrey Knight furrowed his brows, his otherwise serious features turning a tad more serious.
“The case seemed like it would be quite easy when we started,” he replied. -”And then, this puzzle grew bigger.”
“Correct me if I’m mistaken, but Thelonious hit his head and died, couldn't this all be an accident?”
“He died of asphyxiation,” Bancroft replied, watching Godfrey’s brows dart up in surprise. -”I take it you were not informed?”
“I, uhm,...” he blinks a few times, shaking his head. -”I was not, no.” There was a moment of silence, before Bancroft got up, heading to his cabinet, Godfrey still sitting in his place, watching him move, distracted by the news.
“Would you mind taking a quick look at something?”
“No, please,” he says, as the man brought forth a small silver and emerald earring stud, and as much as he hoped to stay unbothered by the fact he recognized the bit of jewellery, he was not good at it.
“I take it you’ve seen it before?”
“I might, I just, uhm,” he tried, swallowing hard before his eyes meet the detective. -”I’m not quite sure, or rather, I believe the earring is similar to a pair my fiancee wears,” he continued.
“That would be Winifred Owen?” Bancroft asks, and Godfrey just nods, glancing down at the stud again.
“Very well,” Bancroft nodded, taking the earring to the side, and taking another look at the man. -”You’ll be the one reading the will, correct?”
“I believe so, yes.”
“Anything I might be surprised to hear?”
“Frankly, I do not know,” Godfrey gets up, putting his hat on. -”Truth be told, Thelonious sent a new will to the office only a few weeks ago, but it was sealed this time,”
“Is it not always?”
“No, he usually sends them to the managing partners directly, and I handle it from that point on, we keep a tight record, only this time I have seen nothing that was written, the letter that came with the will instructs it to be open only after the death.”
“Would you call that strange?”
“Thelonious is used to doing things as he wants, nothing is strange at this point.”
Godfrey nods the detective goodbye, leaving the office and right back towards the office.
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