KNOX’S POV

“Yes, My King.” His voice cracks. “It was her. It was Ms Marjorie. I’ve known her my whole life, My King. My mum worked in the laundry here. I know what she looks like.”

“And you didn’t stop her.”

“I—” He swallows. “She’s the housekeeper, My King. I thought she’d been released. I thought somebody higher up had given the order and nobody told me. She looked right at me and kept walking as if she belonged there, and I thought if I grabbed Ms Marjorie and it turned out she’d been cleared, I’d be finished.”

“So you watched her go upstairs.”

“Yes, My King.”

“What about the...