"Indeed," says Yeats. The sounds of another carriage clopping up the drive is heard. The poet looks out the window. "Please, let me deal with this, gentlemen. I believe this house's reputation will provide the explanation," he says as he heads downstairs to speak with the police. The others come downstairs after a few moments when Yeats calls. He gestures to a short, heavyset, mustached man. "Gentlemen, allow me to introduce Inspector Thomas White-Hurling of the Loughton constabulary."
White-Hurling bows to each of the assembled party. "Reverend," he says deferentially as he inclines his head towards Pastor Miller. He looks about, seemingly unfazed by the surrounding chaos. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised at anything that takes place here at the old Pellgraine house." Yeats escorts the inspector upstairs, where he examines Arthur.
Yeats and the inspector come back downstairs, his head bowed solemnly. "Gentlemen," he says in a somber tone, "I must inform you that Mr. Pellgraine has died." With a tip of his bowler hat in respect to the dead, he continues. "Now, I am content to chalk this up to the 'Pellgraine Curse', and I don't really want to take you fellows in, as according to Yeats you're all respectable folk. As far as the Loughton police need be concerned, this is simply a case of murder by person or persons unknown. Stay in town here for a few days for questioning," Inspector White-Hurling says as he jots down a few notes on the scene of the "crime". He goes back outside for a moment to examine Rachel's body again.
The policeman gone for the moment, Yeats turns to the group. "Mr. White-Hurling is another member of the Golden Dawn. So, Inspector Diggory, your fears are unfounded."
