Arthur's calm voice gave everyone poised to clash pause.
Lammit and Gilt froze.
Fontel instinctively looked toward his father's body.
The "detective," Albers, had already reached for the old lord's hair. Unlike those who began losing their hair or going bald in middle age, the old lord still had a thick head of hair even in his advanced years, enough to make many young people envious.
And precisely because of that, his hair could conceal a great many things.
Such as...
"A nail!"
When Albers parted the old lord's hair, Fontel immediately spotted the nail in the top of his father's head. Lammit and Gilt looked equally shocked.
Arthur watched the two of them.
Under [Keen Eyes] and [Reading People], there was nothing suspicious about their expressions. They clearly had no idea how the old lord had died.
But Arthur wasn't disappointed.
After all, not knowing how the old lord had died didn't mean they weren't his murderers.
Almost instinctively, Arthur thought of the figure that had briefly flashed past the window.
He had felt that person's murderous intent quite clearly.
As for who it was?
Arthur already had a fairly good guess.
By then, Fontel had charged at Lammit and Gilt with bloodshot eyes, only to be stopped by the butler, Vic.
Vic, who had fought in the Seven-Year War in his youth, was still quite capable physically. He caught Fontel in his arms while using his own body to block Lammit and Gilt.
"Wait!"
"Young Master Fontel, wait!"
"Young Master Lammit, Young Master Gilt, wait!"
The butler did his utmost to reason with all three.
Watching this, Arthur narrowed his eyes as more possibilities occurred to him. When he saw Lammit and Gilt gradually gaining the upper hand, leaving his employer at a disadvantage, he discreetly signaled Maltz.