“Premeditated?” Evie voiced her thoughts.
TP looked at her sharply. “That would be the obvious conclusion to draw, my dear Evie. However,” he continued after a pregnant pause, “The conclusion may not be obvious at all.”
Evie rolled her eyes. “When in doubt, assume convolutions?”
A look of irritation clouded TP’s features momentarily, which he quickly arranged to a look of supercilious exasperation. “You assume,” he said condescendingly, “That Herbert WAS a human when he entered the drying chamber.”
Evie was confused. “Well he was a dessicated human when he was found in there. And he was a human when I last saw him.”
“And what do we know about Mr Herbert? Mr Ethan “Herbert”?”
Nonplussed, Evie replied that she didn’t know much about him, other than he was a late arrival and had appeared unexpectedly some years ago.
“Precisely.”