“That is the rumor,” I say. “Though I can’t imagine what anyone would want from poor Archie. I do know he wrote about local crime for The Edinburgh Evening Courant. I can only guess some ruffian thought he knew too much and killed him for it.” The young men exchange a look. “That must be it,” Henry says smoothly. “We always told Archie he needed to be more careful in such a dangerous line of work. He had quite the habit of talking when he ought to hold his tongue.”
