“Seemed the easiest to bring everyone here, since we had been called in to lead the arrests. Not certain where the orders came from, but Sir Michael sent all of us who were here to the warehouse district.” Ed didn’t wait for the office boy to pour, grabbing the pot and sloshing tea into a cup. “He wasn’t best pleased that he couldn’t find you. I told him he had given you the night off, but that didn’t mollify him. I told him it was likely you were chasing down a lead or two on the Montgomery case, but he’s fuming that you haven’t put that to bed yet either.”

“What have we learned from questioning the detainees?” Daniel asked. There was no point in discussing Sir Michael or his attitude toward Daniel. He could solve fifty murders in a single day and Sir Michael Biddle would still find fault. “Have the leaders been captured?”

He could not let on that he knew who at least one of the leaders was, for no one could know he was at the rally. It was the first time his two lives had intersected and clashed like this. The police detective in him wanted to march upstairs and apply to a magistrate for a warrant for Jasper Finch’s arrest, but the secret agent in him knew he must not reveal knowledge he wasn’t supposed to have. That would endanger not only himself but others, including Lady Juliette.

Which again brought that devastating kiss to mind.

No, he couldn’t think about that now. He had work to do. For the thousandth time, he pushed the memory of the kiss out of his head.

Ed shook his head. “Most of the men we captured don’t know much. They heard about the gathering in different ways, word spreading through their workplaces, some overhearing in a pub or being invited by a friend.”

“Mr. Fyfe might be onto something down the hall.” Owen lifted the lid of the teapot. “He asked that you two gentlemen come help him with the questioning.”

“Why didn’t you tell us right away?” Daniel stood, his chair sliding back to hit the wall. “Why must we always wait for you to dispense important news?”

“Mr. Fyfe said to let you have your tea first.” Owen looked innocent and hurt. “He wanted to let the man stew a bit before going back into the room.”

Chagrined to have once more spoken out of turn to the young man, Daniel forced himself to do the right thing. “My apologies. I should not have chastised you. Thank you for the tea. Do you know when the magistrates will begin the arraignments?”

“Word has been sent about tonight’s doings, and the magistrates should be arriving soon. Once they’re here, we’ll begin taking prisoners upstairs to the courtroom.”