“I am, as it happens. A killer, though that’s old business.” Old business she should at least be warned about before she awarded Stephen any points for civility. “I generally avoid violence if I can do so without compromising my honor.”

“And when you cannot?”

What an odd question. “I keep my affairs in order and make sure my family remains untroubled by my actions. If your work has not forced you to flee for your life, then who has inspired you to take the grave step of asking for my help?”

Miss Abbott stared at her gloved hands, then she consulted her pocket watch, which looked to be a man’s article, heavy and old-fashioned. As stage business went, the watch was badly done, because the ormolu clock on the mantel was in plain sight and kept perfect time.

Stephen let the silence stretch, unwilling to trick Miss Abbott into any admissions. She’d resent the manipulation, and besides, she was tired, hungry, and unnerved. To take advantage of her in a low moment would be unsporting. Far more interesting to put her back on her mettle and engage her when she could bring her usual trebuchet of logic and the boiling oil of her asperity to the battle of wits.

The tray arrived, and without Stephen having to ask, Miss Abbott poured out. She apparently recalled that he liked his tea with a mere drop of honey. She used far more than a drop in her own cup, and she made short work of two toasted cheese sandwiches and an entire sliced apple.

“Don’t neglect the shortbread,” Stephen said, sipping his tea.

“You’re not eating, and the food is delicious.”

“Not much appetite.” Stephen had an enormous appetite, but a man with an unreliable leg ought not to push his luck by carrying unneeded weight. He was nowhere near as well disciplined when it came to his mental appetite for solving puzzles.

Still, he had learned some manners, thanks to the ceaseless efforts of his family. He waited until a mere half sandwich remained on the tray before he resumed his interrogation.

“Have you committed a crime?” he asked, starting with the usual reason people shed an identity.

“I have committed several crimes, as do most people in the course of a week. You, for example, are likely behind on the longbow practice mandated by the Unlawful Games Act of 1541. Very bad of you, my lord, considering how much interest you take in weaponry generally.”

A footman came for the tray, and Miss Abbott’s look of longing as he departed made Stephen jealous of an uneaten half sandwich.