“And you think that if he knew how she had died, he might have had motive for killing Sanderson, if Sanderson was indeed the man who had killed her?” Kent held up the pages. “This is not proof at all, Lady Augusta. We have no way of knowing who the club members are; you have not established any connection between the Sally Lawrence on this page and the doctor who attended the duel or, indeed, Sanderson’s culpability. Not to mention the fact that you illegally broke into the club—members of which you claim number among the Alien Office and House of Lords—and stole the page from the book and ripped another from a hospital ledger. Those are transportable offenses.”

Ah, I had not thought of it in that way. Even so, it did not negate what we had found.

“But do you not see the connections?” I demanded. “You yourself posited that someone of high rank in the Magistrates’ Court or Home Office has ordered Mulholland to kill Lord Evan, and now we have found a nefarious club, of which Sanderson was a member, which Lord Evan visited, and whose membership includes people of high rank in the Alien Office and probably the Home Office. It all adds up. We saw Miss Hollis’s body, Mr. Kent. They are killing women! For their amusement! You can go to Bart’s now and see her corpse. See what they have done to her!” I turned to Evan. “Perhaps you saw a murder twenty years ago. Perhaps that is why someone is trying to kill you.”

“I cannot remember seeing anything,” Evan said. “I am sorry, but I cannot.”

“I think that what you say is plausible, Lady Augusta, but it is not anything I can act upon. Especially since you were involved in the theft of this page. I cannot even act upon the death of Miss Hollis—you have not established that connection either. I have no way of proving anything about her demise that would not draw you into scandal and prosecution.” Kent passed the pages back to me. “If I were to bring that evidence forward, it would not clear Lord Evan’s name, but it would incriminate you.”

“I told you he would not listen to reason,” Evan said.

“I listen to reason and proof,” Mr. Kent snapped, “just not wild supposition or evidence obtained by theft.”

“What do you need, then?” I asked. “Tell me what you need and we will find it.”

“Frankly, you would have to find someone else to confess to the crime,” Kent said. “Even then—”

“But how—”

A knock upon the door silenced us both.

“Who is it?” Julia finally called.

The door opened.