“Who? How?” A hundred questions crowded into Daniel’s mind, all clamoring to be addressed first. Was it anarchists? Or someone who bore a hefty grudge against Montgomery even after the man was dead?

Owen shrugged and rubbed the heel of his hand against the side of his head. “Guv didn’t say. Just said I was to find you and send you out there. I ran all over Hyde Park looking for you, ’cuz that’s where you said you’d be. I finally found Sir Bertrand Thorndike, full to the skin with gin.” He made a disgusted face. “He said maybe you had come over here to tell Miss Montgomery about who stole her house money. I figured it was worth a try.” He seemed to be waiting for Daniel to acknowledge his persistence in the matter.

Daniel shrugged. He didn’t need to check in with Owen Wilkinson about his movements and plans. “You’ve delivered your message. I’ll take my leave of Miss Montgomery and be on my way to Hammersmith. You can report to Sir Michael that you found me.”

Owen shook his head. “The guv said I was to go with you to the mill.”

Gripping the handle of his truncheon tucked into his waistband, Daniel shot up a prayer for patience. Though why he asked, he didn’t know. Every time he prayed for patience, God sent something along for Daniel to have to be patient about.

“Very well. Let’s go.”

He went back to the salon to make his excuses.

Lady Juliette saw them out. “If I learn anything more, I’ll let you know,” she said. “I’m sorry your duty calls you away. I know you had more you wished to ask Agatha.”

“I was going to request that she have her father’s personal financial papers made available. Perhaps they will reveal if the motive was power or money.”

“I’ll ask her on your behalf.”

He settled his hat atop his head and bowed. He grabbed Owen’s sleeve to direct him out of the house. Once they found a carriage to hire, for Owen admitted he did not know how to ride a horse, the office boy said, “You didn’t tell Lady Juliette about the new murder. Nor Miss Montgomery either.”

“No, I did not.” Daniel closed his eyes, hoping Owen would take the hint and stop talking, but that was too much for which to hope.

“Why? It happened at her mill, didn’t it? She does own it now.”