Mrs. Gildred had gone out shopping with Violet and Rosette, and Lillian was working on lunch in the kitchen with Alex's mother. They'd be free the next few hours to talk.
Rhody didn't bother to turn around. "No," he started. "You may not marry my daughter."
"What?" Alex was taken aback, as that was the last thing he'd expected Rhody to say. "What? No! That's not what I was going to talk about. Rosie's nice and all, but..."
Rhody turned, glaring up at Alex and brandishing the knife like a dagger. "But what?"
"Um," Alex was overtaken by a sudden, inconvenient loss of words.
"I'd choose your next sentance very carefully, boy, as I seem to be the only one armed."
Rhody must have noticed how pale white Alex was becoming because he laughed, straightened up, and slapped Alex on the back. Hard. "I'm only kiddin', my boy. Now, what is it you wish to be discussin'?"
Color returned to Alex's face. Too much color, actually. He flushed red at the cheeks. "Rhody, sir, I came to ask you about Mrs. Gildred."
"No, you can't marry her, either. She's too old for you, already married, and it wouldn't be my job to give her away anyway."
"What? No! I mean," Alex paused to think. "Now you've got me all confused."
Rhody laughed. "Sorry. Anyway, I know what you want to talk about: Randalf McGhee."
Nodding, Alex said, "Yes. I want to know exactly what you know about it. From what I can tell, you're the only other one of us that knows about how he died."
"Or," Rhody winked. "I'm the only one who's bad at hiding it."
Alex was speachless. Was it possible that one of the other servants or Charles was just acting distraught about a murder in the area? He'd never considered it before.
Rhody continued, "Yeah, I know Elizabeth did it. To be honest, I was the one who helped her with the previous assassinations before we hired you."
"Previous assassinations?" Alex was caught off guard by that statement, and his voice was rising. "You mean- You mean she's done it before?"
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