The servants stood up as Lady Alberta entered the hall, but she waved them down.
“Oh, don’t let me interrupt!” Alberta said apologetically. “I’m only here to see Victoria and Winnipeg. And Van Couver, if he’s here. I need to talk to them.”
Immediately, a sandy-haired boy, a girl built like a house, and a girl who looked like she’d disappear with the next strong wind exchanged looks of similar guilt.
“Of course, milady,” the head butler, Mr. Brunswick, said. “They’re just here.”
“Thank you,” Alberta said. “I’ll only be a few minutes.”When she’d gathered them all in the next room, she crossed her arms and stared them down, dropping the friendly facade from earlier.
“What’s this all about, Lady Alberta?” For such a small girl, Victoria had a loud voice. She clutched Winnipeg’s hand nervously.
“Yeah,” Van said, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve got—” He stopped himself. “I’m expecting someone back soon.”
“That can wait. You see, Prince Toronto is missing, and Miss Scotia—Nova, you know—has been accused of kidnapping him. She can’t confirm or deny that statement because she’s very inconveniently lost her memory of the morning. According to sources, we know you three had contact with the prince sometime today. So… fess up!” She turned to Nova. “That is what detectives say, yes?”
Nova smiled through her nerves. “I believe so, milady.”
The three servants avoided Alberta’s eyes. She stared at them all expectantly. “So?”
“Well, you see…” Victoria began.
“It’s a little more… we would like to help, but…” Winnipeg continued. Van simply stood there and shifted uncomfortably.
Alberta crossed her arms. “Well, it’s evident you know something. For goodness sake, out with it!”
Victoria opened her mouth to speak, but then—
Knock. A loud knock sounded from the door. It wasn’t the door they’d come in, Alberta noted. It was the one on the far wall, the one that led outside.
“Well? Someone should answer it.” She gestured to Van. “Why don’t you open it?”
He nodded, already halfway there. “Of course, milady.”
The knob turned painstakingly slowly, the room silent as they waited to see who it was. The door finally opened, only to reveal—
“Oh, good lord,” Prince Toronto said, taking off his wet cloak and handing it to Van as he stepped through the doorway. “It’s stormy out there! Why on earth didn’t you help me off of Labrador? I’ve put her in the stable for now, but you’ll need to go out there and dismantle the riding gear. When it’s not storming, of course.” He turned to continue inside, only to freeze when he saw the gathering of faces over Van’s shoulder. “Lady Alberta! Nova! What are you doing down here? I thought—” He turned to Victoria and Winnipeg. “Did you two sell me out?”
“Of course not!” Victoria exclaimed.
“We would never,” Winnipeg added solemnly. “It wasn’t our fault that Lady Alberta got curious and asked us to tell her where you were. Which we didn’t do, of course.”
“Ah, yes. Lady Alberta, why are you down here?” Prince Toronto turned to her, eyebrows upturned quizzically.
“Looking for you!” she answered. “Poor Nova here, she’s been accused of kidnapping you, and I was helping her try and disprove it!”
“Kidnapping?” He looked incredulous. “What folly! Who on earth would make such a claim?”
At that moment, through the door that led to the servant’s hall, King Quebec burst in, Mr. Brunswick in tow.
“There she is!” he exclaimed, large golden crown askew on his graying head. “And look! She’s been caught in the act of smuggling my son away from me!”
“Father, what on earth are you prattling on about?” Prince Toronto strode over to the king, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Nova didn’t kidnap me. I can’t see why you’d even think to accuse her of that.”
“I noticed you were gone, and people told me they’d last seen you with her. She also didn’t deny it, unlike everyone else I talked to,” the king explained. “I didn’t know what to think!”
“Well, you should’ve thought before making any hasty accusations,” the prince said.
“I think you owe us an explanation,” Alberta interjected. “I know I’m wondering why I ran all about the castle searching for the culprit only to find you hadn’t been kidnapped after all.”
Prince Toronto sighed. “You’re right. I suppose it’s time to come clean.” With a sideways glance at the two kitchen girls and Van, he opened his mouth and began speaking.
“The truth is, I’ve been going down to the city. Van helps me get Labrador saddled, and I go when I have time. Normally I can pass it off as me doing princely duties. Until today, I suppose.”
“But why do you go to the city? Is there something you need?” The king looked confused.
The prince smiled grimly. “I go because I… well. I help out there. It’s not very princely of me, I know, but there are people starving there, Father! That’s where Victoria and Winnipeg come in. They make a bit of extra food for me to bring down every time I go. I also take a bit of Lord Ottawa’s potions and magical powders, as well, to help out with the hospital. It’s amazing what a bit of forget-me powder can do for PTSD,” he added.
“I assume that’s what you used on me?” Nova asked.
The prince looked sheepish. “I did, I’m sorry. You’d caught me getting on Labrador. I didn’t know what to do, and I was afraid you’d tell my father, so I blew some forget-me dust. I really am sorry.”
“So you’ve been doing this… how long?” King Quebec looked pained.
“A while,” the prince admitted. “I would have told you, only I thought you wouldn’t like it.”The king frowned. “I’m sad you have such a low opinion of me, my son. I think it remarkably admirable to want to help the people.”
“You do?”
The king nodded. “Though I don’t think Lord Ottawa would appreciate you stealing his items without his permission.”
Prince Toronto rubbed his neck. “You’re right.”
Clapping a hand on his son’s shoulder, the king led him out of the room. “We can talk about this later.”
As the rest of the servants followed the king and prince out, Nova turned to Alberta.
“Thank you, Detective,” she said, her eyes glowing. “Truly.”
“Ah, it was no trouble.” Detective Alberta’s eye glinted mischievously. “In fact, I think you’ve helped me discover my new calling.”
Nova laughed. “Promise me one thing, though.”
“Of course.”
“Before you solve any more cases, please acknowledge you need more than a trench coat and deerstalker to be a detective.”
Alberta let out a good-natured bark of laughter. “Never.”
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