Edgeworth Law Offices

"Good day. I am Gregory Edgeworth, attorney at law. Sit down and have a cup of tea, and we'll talk." (( Gregory Edgeworth RP account / ask account ))

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“I see… Hmm, well, it is a long story, but if you wish to know, you should talk directly to the source, not what some inaccurate casefiles might purport to be the truth. I will tell you the story of Mask DeMasque.”

“It was some months ago, in this very city, that a plague struck. This plague’s name was Mask DeMasque. A shadow of the night hid behind a mask, this thief would go to any museum or exhibit looking solely for treasures to pilfer or trinkets to pillage. His audacious antics brought nothing but fear, panic, and terror among the people of Los Angeles. To this day, I recall to memory the tears of the children as they cried, “Who has let this evil upon us all”. It was truly and terribly tragic. Mask DeMasque and his forces of nefarious darkness would not be stopped, or so it would seem. While the city shrieked for a hero of Justice to save them, only one man arose to take the call of righteous duty. And, Sir Edgeworth, would you happen to know just who that man who so gallantly vowed to save the city? Oh, and you really should be taking notes, you know. It would serve you well, if you ever wished to recall the story.”

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He listened to Luke Atmey's theatrical interpretation with some amusement. The man lacked modesty, this was true. Of course, this case had been presumably closed by now. No sense looking further into it.

"That's..fascinating. Logic would dictate that you would be the one to take up this oath. Very well, did you ever succeed in catching him?"

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As he listened, paying careful attention, his doubts only increased. From the way that he was talking, the whole process of just getting to trial could take months, if not longer. As a detective who worked in the initial trial system, he was used to trials lasting no more than 3 days, and even the most difficult of cases usually only took a week or so to be taken to court. So to hear him describe it, it was quite the unpleasant surprise. Would it really be worth it to uproot the new life he had managed to build for himself since his revival just to acquire some extra funds?

And when he described possible complications that could result in the trial not going his way, he began more discouraged. He was beginning to think this whole thing was a stupid idea in the first place. Still, he was disappointed that, although Portsman had been brought to justice, he himself wouldn’t stand to gain a thing from his unfortunate situation.

“Gee… that sounds like a lot of hassle to put myself through, especially it may not not even turn out the way I’d want it to. Then, I’d be paying him money instead of the other way around… Maybe this wasn’t the best idea. Oh, and it’s Mr. Portsman, Mr. Edgeworth, not Mr. Sportsman.” Buddy said

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"....."

(But..but...)

"Uh..pardon. I thought you said 'Jack Sportsman.' Must be my years catching up with me..." 

"I'm sorry I turned it into an ordeal though. There are just...a large number of obstacles. I am sorry injustice got you..and I mean this sincerely." It was true. Gregory felt slightly helpless, at this point. "We can take solace in the fact Mr. Spo-- Portsman was put away for his crimes. May I ask...who put him away?"

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“Hmm. Well, I suppose that is one way to look at it. I’m no defense attorney, myself, so I can’t exactly speak as to how I would feel, but that does seem like a wise way of thinking if the truth is what you search for.”

“Why, yes, I do, in fact, have an agency. If you would like to see my business card, here you go.”

He then reached into his tuxedo pocket, and pulled out one of his business cards for the Atmey Detective Agency. When there are things that need to be known, you need only contact the Atmey Detective Agency” said the front with Atmey’s personally designed logo, his monocle/magnifying glass to the side. The number to the ADA was stationed below with the address following it. The background was rather ostentatious with red coloring on black font, matching his own dress.

“If you’re ever in need of an Ace, you know who to call now. Oh, and yes, this career of mine is precisely why I am famous the world over. “Look high, look low, wherever Mask DeMasque went, Luke Atmey would go.’ or so the saying goes. Indeed, I’m sure you’ve at least heard of the case of Mask DeMasque, my dear Edgeworth.”

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Gregory took the card, glancing over it, and sticking it into his wallet with other business cards. He smiled and nodded his thanks.

( Mask DeMasque? No, I can't say I've heard of that before. Perhaps I should press him on it. )

"Well, to be honest, Mr. Atmey...I haven't been present for a long..time...some prior events have gotten in the way, to say the least. Will you tell me more about this? If not, I can just read up on the case at the prescient."

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“Oh!…”

He was surprised when Gregory essentially said that he too was murdered. It hadn’t been the first time he had met someone who had gone through the same thing, however, so his surprise was dulled. And when he did give his legal advice, it led Buddy to do quite a bit of thinking. He took his hat off for a moment before considering several issues…

“….Well, Mr. Portsman was a prosecutor, a High Prosecutor, even so I’m sure he probably has some assets left even if he is currently in jail, and I can speak from experience when saying that he lived well.”

After all, there had been times here and there when Mr. Portsman called him to his home. It wasn’t usually even for work-related affairs, and so Buddy felt it was stretching the prosecutor-detective relationship a bit too far for his liking, but he had always been one to follow orders from superiors, and so he went. When Buddy first laid eyes on the interior of his house, he thought he had stepped into some fancy gym by mistake, but no, it was just Mr. Portsman’s exercise room which was bigger than Buddy’s whole apartment.

(Urgh… so many one-sided games of baseball, basketball, and every other sport known to man…)

But this was no time for painful reminiscence. He had to think about this whole trial business. Now, just how would he prove that he had been killed? Of course, the case files were still there, with pictures of his deceased body, no doubt. But, as Mr. Edgeworth had said, whenever he came in the courtroom alive and kicking, any judge would likely think that the death would have been faked.

And then, of course, there would be other issues not quite related to the legal side of things. He had told quite a few people within his department of his unique situation, but if he went in front of a judge and talked in detail about his demise and subsequent revival, he would likely become a media sideshow, talked about on every two-bit talk show like he was some circus freak. After all, he had died and would now be suing for reparations. Like Greg had said, that had never happened before. The effects it would have knowing that people could apparently rise from the dead would be unfathomable, but Buddy had to think they couldn’t be very positive. As such, his thoughts were turning against the very idea he had come up with.

(Maybe it’d be best to keep this a private matter…)

Nevertheless, it didn’t hurt to just talk about it as a hypothetical, so he continued on.

“Well, Mr. Edgeworth, how would I go about definitively proving that I had been murdered? My killer, Jacques Portsman, has confessed to the crime already, so couldn’t I just have admit again that he killed me? That sounds like pretty bullet-proof to me.”

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"Alright, we'll assume he has assets worth suing over. Then there's the question of what grounds you're suing over. Considering what you're asking for are grounds that haven't been touched upon before, it wouldn't be easy. Throw in the amount of time it'd take for litigation and filing, let alone finding a court that would listen to your trial and you'll be sitting for awhile."

"But let's assume you jump through all these hoops. You've found a lawyer to represent you, a court that will listen, have filed everything. Here comes the biggest loop."

"Proving you were murdered would not be as simple as you think. This Mr. Sportsman is a prosecutor, and knows all the tricks in the book I assume. He would not agree to testify guilty, seeing it as a chance to clear his own record. He may even go so far as to turn it around and frame you for a crime, such as insurance fraud. But this is all speculation. So you'll have two hoops: Proving you are who you claim to be, and proving that Mr. Sportsman did kill you. Proving who you are may come down to DNA testing. They may theorize you're not Mr. Faith. That you're some guy looking for media, some guy who went through plastic surgery and falsified records to become, literally, Buddy Faith. It's easy to change features about yourself, and this may be something that arises. A DNA test is your best bet."

"The other hoop is to prove Mr. Sportsman really killed you. I'd go through hospital and morgue records, court records, and reports on the murder at the police prescient."

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Oh, so they were related? As she thought, but then she saw that bringing him up had ruined the man’s good cheer. She wasn’t going to press for details out of respect, but she had to think that they had a falling out of some sort or perhaps an event occurred that split them. It would explain why Miles was a prosecutor while Gregory was a defense attorney, at least.

She placed her tea cup to the side before replying.

“O-oh, I’m sorry to have brought it up. I was just curious, you see. Mr. Edgeworth helped me very dearly when I was in quite the precarious situation, and so when I heard another Edgeworth was practicing law, I had to see if you two knew of one another and if you were as honorable and noble as he was.”

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He tried to regain composure. This was a shock. So his son had gone onto help this woman out. What was his son like? Who had his son become without him around? Questions like these were troubling his mind since he found himself alive.

"The reason we were split apart is not pleasant. It is one that you would probably not believe. No one would. But..this is beside the point. Pray tell, you wouldn't happen to know where he is now, would you?"

"I do miss him."

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And I’m gonna do that when I grow up, just like you, daddy!

[He always said that so proudly; his desire to become a defense attorney, just like his father. He grinned widely, enjoying the time that his father was spending with him.]

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"And you'll be a fine attorney, son. You're bright and on the right path. Just remember to always stay true to yourself and always fight for what is right." He held out his badge for Miles to see, knowing his son liked to see it. 

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(Hmm, he sure does talk formally. I suppose Miles had to take from someone.)

“Oh yeah, that’s what I’ve heard as well. But if you guys get along, then I guess that’s fine. People can be friends, no matter what their job is, I suppose.”

“Well… all right. The thing is… I used to be… dead. And in fact, I was killed. Shot in the chest, to be exact.”

It never was fun recalling those events, but it was going to have to happen if he was to receive any assistance.

“I can go into details, if you’d like, but my question is: Could I hire a lawyer to sue the person who killed me, on a civil basis? The guy who did it is already in jail, so it would have to be a civil trial. I mean, he murdered me! I would think I should at least be able to receive some money for damages, considering the emotional trauma and other pains that I went through. I don’t want to sound greedy, but I was just curious if I could go that route, if I wanted to.”

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Gregory listened and took notes patiently. When Buddy had finished, he sighed and began to think. And think some more.

"....." (He doesn't realize how close that hit to home...I've been through the same thing and I don't even know what to do about it. But I need to help him.)

"Don't worry." He started. "I completely believe you. Between you and I, I've gone through the same thing. But, I have little idea who killed me, other than a baseless conjecture. Still, nevermind that."

"I'll be honest with you, here. This kind of case has never happened before. There are times in the past where the court would call a medium to the stand and ask them to channel the deceased for testimony, but this practice has been called into question several times in the past. Now, onto the issue. You are perfectly allowed to sue a convicted person who has been convicted in criminal court..provided the convicted has any assets worth suing for. Otherwise, it's a fruitless trial. Now, you'll have to prove you were the murdered victim, and that you were actually murdered to begin with. If you showed up alive and well, there's a good chance they may think your murder was faked. At this point, a handful of things could happen."

He paused for a moment of thought.

"Do you have any questions on this matter, Mr. Faith?"

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“Oh, thank you, sir.”

She accepted the cup of tea, and began sipping it before taking a seat near the man. It was quite good, even if she wasn’t exactly an expert on the different types and varieties of tea. It tasted nice, and that was what was most important.

Of course, he then asked about her purpose for being there. It was rather silly, but she had just wanted to see him for herself. Call it curiosity, but she wanted to see if he was like the Mr. Edgeworth she had met, and if they were related at all. She hoped he wouldn’t think low of her for having such petty reasons.

“Oh, please forgive me for not scheduling an appointment. My mistake. But, I suppose you could call it a social visit. Actually, I just wanted to see you for myself, and hmm…

Well, would you happen to know a Mr. Miles Edgeworth?”

It was best to get that out of the way, for better or worse, instead of letting the issue linger.

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"Ah, I only just reopened my agency. It only makes sense I get numerous social calls - not that I mind. I am very glad you stepped in, ma'am."

But then..she mentioned Miles Edgeworth.

"...!" (She knows him?)

"Miles Edgeworth is my son. But..something happened and I haven't gotten to see him since he was a young boy..." He spoke with great sadness at this point.

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“Ah, thank you.”

He quickly took a seat near the other man, before hearing what else he had to say.

“I’m afraid I must correct you in one regard, Sir Edgeworth. I am an Ace Detective, not just a mere police detective. I work privately and alone. Ha! As if I would ever work with fools, mutton-heads, and morons. I’m sure you can share the feeling given you are a defense attorney. Your ilk are generally opposed to the detectives and prosecutors of the land, are you not?”

“It is a shame though that you have not heard of me. I’m surprised there is a man alive today who hasn’t been made aware of my presence, for one reason or another. I suppose that just makes my greatness even more impactful considering you were not expecting it, wouldn’t you say? And yes, it is an honor to meet me, just as it is an honor to meet you.”

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"In a general view, you are correct. Defense attorneys do not typically care for prosecutors or investigators. They impede our job. They're the other side. They're normally smug and work for self-satisfaction. However, I am an exception to this generalization. I only see crooked attorneys and detectives as people to dislike, if you will, in the matter of the law. There are many times where a prosecutor could be doing the right thing - putting a guilty defendant away. I'm a believer that an attorney's first and foremost job is to unveil the truth. That is why I have no respect for Mr. von Karma, yet all the respect in the world for my dear friend, Detective Badd."

He paused as Atmey went on.

(Well, that would explain it - I haven't been alive, Mr. Atmey. But you wouldn't believe that.)

"Regardless of who is really honored here, I'm still glad to make the acquaintance of  a private investigator." They always seemed far more likely to assist defense attorneys, anyhow. "I assume you have your own agency. If I may inquire, are you famous because of this career?"

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“Oh no, I have no legal issues at the moment. I simply wanted to meet you, as you are a fellow Ace, and as I always say, there should be courteous camaraderie amongst Aces, wouldn’t you say?”

Although it was true he had no legal concerns at the moment, one could never be sure when one could use a good lawyer. The real reason he had come to meet Gregory Edgeworth was to try and charm him with his Ace Personality so that if the time came or other things from his past required to make court visits, he could have a legendary lawyer who could get him off. That was the main reason for his flattery and friendly demeanor. He hoped to get in Greg’s good graces.

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"I am of the opinion that one can never have enough friends." He replies, adjusting his glasses. "Very well." He sits at his desk and offers Luke a seat in front of him. "So you're a detective? Do you work with the local police department? I am afraid to say this is the first time I've heard of you, let alone meet you. But it is certainly an honor to meet someone with...such a prestigious background."

Gregory didn't see many big time people in his office. He always thought of himself more as a local man.

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He took the other man’s hand eagerly shaking along. He felt like he should have been the one to offer one in the first place. It had slipped his mind, as it seems.

“Oh yes, I’ve seen him around. He’s a good detective, from what I’ve heard, even if he is kind of intimidating. I didn’t know detectives made friends with the defense though. Ah well… it’s not my place to judge, is it?”

When he heard that Mr. Edgeworth would hear him out, he grew more serious, as it was a serious matter. And one that may get him laughed out of the man’s office. He felt, though, he had to get the opinion of at least one lawyer before going further with his idea. He decided to approach the subject gingerly. Jumping into it might just lead into an asylum.

“Hmm… well, before I begin, I should warn you. What I’m about is going to sound really crazy, but if you’d go with it just for my sake, I’d be very appreciative, sir.”

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"I have always been one to firmly believe that friendship should not be weighed upon by one's career or social standing. Detective Badd has a very firm idea of the law and is a wonderful detective. I've been rather..hrrm, fortunate, to make his acquaintance." He spoke with much thought, as though everything he had said was carefully worded.

"Worry not, Mr. Faith. I have seen a lot of..stranger cases and been through some crazy things myself. I'm an attorney, I am legally obliged to assist. So please, proceed." He brought out a notepad and pen, prepared to take notes.

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“Oh, now, now, there’s no need to be so very modest, Sir Edgeworth. When you are great, you should scream it to atop the very cosmos of our universe. I have heard much about you and your unwavering pursuit of justice.”

That wasn’t quite true. He had heard of Gregory Edgeworth before as his monocle did see all, but if anything, the man was before his time. Luke had thought the man had died, but here he was, alive and healthy. Perhaps it was another attorney that he had in mind.

“However, if you wish to know my name, you must first know what I am. After all, that is far more important than a mere name.”

“I am many things. I am a writer, a poet, and a composer extraordinaire. I am a man of the stars, and a traveler of both time and space. I am a swimmer of dreams, a painter of minds, and a prince of the universe. I am the noble zetetic, seeking universal knowledge while remaining always skeptical. I am the greatest mind of my time, and a gentleman in every sense of the word. I am the veritable symbol of truth, justice, and honor in a cruel world which has very little to offer of any of that. When the tremulous meep of fear whispers in purported vain, I appear in order to transmogrify it into a triumphant roar of justice. Men and women of all ages from noblemen to plowmen speak my name in hushed tones. Indeed, I am the seeker of truth, slayer of evil, and natural-born genius. I have explored caverns of injustice and have been struck with the stalagmites of corruption and nefariousness, but I have emerged unscathed, ready to share my greatness with this world and the next. My words alone have sparked revolutions the world over. My brilliance is unmatched, unparalleled, and without compare, yet I remain always humble.”

“In a word, I am “Atmey.” Luke Atmey, Ace Detective, and rising star elegantly illuminating the highest of heavens.”

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(Pursued justice? Yes, I've always done that. But I only gained a really big name when I blemished von Karma's record. Is he referring to that? I wonder...)

Of course, he listened on to Atmey's definition of himself. He decided the man was either very skilled at what he did or was possibly overconfident. Maybe a mix? Either way, he was more or less in the presence of a detective, orator, and a romanticist.  Regardless of the man's very pleasant words directed at him, he felt Atmey probably wasn't above all suspicion or was to be regarded as a saint.

However, Gregory is also a very tolerable man. So he was willing to entertain the notion that Atmey was a celebrity. Based upon his words, he did sound like an intellectual, so there was that at least.

"Well met, then, Mr. Atmey. Do you have any legal concerns, or are you here on a social visit? I do not have any prior engagements, so do not feel pressed for time."

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“O-oh…”

(Goodness. Isn’t he a gentleman? I suppose Mr. Edgeworth had to take from someone…)

“Well, I don’t want to impose on you, sir, but that would be very nice. Thank you.”

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He pours her and himself a cup of tea, handing her the cup before sitting at his desk. He takes a sip before lying back down on his desk and opening a ledger and looking through it.

"I see you're an unscheduled visit - that's fair, I don't have any scheduled for a while. Are you here on a social visit or business affairs, Miss Teneiro?" He looked to here for a response, now.

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[Miles makes himself comfortable, taking a seat in his father’s lap. He giggles in elation as Gregory read to him, glancing up at him every now and then. It had been a while since he got to spend time like this with his father, so he was really very happy. He points to one of the characters in the book as his father read.]

Daddy, this detective kinda reminds me of you. Cause he’s always looking for the truth, too! Right, right?

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"Interesting connection, you made Miles. Very logical of you. Always use your logic." He smiles to his boy, patting him on the head. "And yes, son. Looking for the truth and protecting the innocent: that is the duty of a defense attorney."

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“Salutations to you as well, Sir Edgeworth. What an honor it is to meet the famed Gregory Edgeworth, defense attorney. I wonder if you are an Ace at what you do, my dear sir.”

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"Famed? I don't really think I'm famous, but I thank you for the thought." The man before him, well dressed if not a little extravagant, had at the least made a fair impression on Gregory. An Ace Attorney, huh? Didn't his son call him that, sometimes? He removes his hat and speaks once more.

"And who are you? Is there any way I can help you, Mister....?"

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Gregory Edgeworth, huh? And he was a lawyer? Buddy had to wonder if he held any relation to Miles Edgeworth. That wasn’t a very common surname, after all. He didn’t know Mr. Edgeworth well enough to know for certain, but it wasn’t an issue that he would press.

“Hi there, Mr. Edgeworth. It’s nice to meet you. Name’s Buddy Faith. I’m a detective with the local police department.” he said casually.

“I do wonder if there’s something you can help with. You’re a lawyer, right? Maybe you could give me some legal advice, at the very least.”

There had been a matter on his mind for some time. He had met with a few attorneys before him, but he hadn’t quite the answer he was looking for.

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"Good to meet you, Mr. Faith. Again, welcome to my offices." He holds out his hand to shake. "I have a friend who is a detective in the department. Perhaps you've met him, Detective Badd."

"So you need help?" He speaks now, adjusting his tie with a bit of professional flare.

"Alright, I will help you as well as I can. If I don't have an answer, I'm certain I can refer you to another lawyer, at the least."

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Goodness, so this was Mr. Edgeworth’s father? It seemed that way, though she had not yet confirmed this fact. She had heard of him before, and had decided to make a visit to his offices if only to sate her own curiosity. She wasn’t surprised to see that he was involved with law, though it did make her wonder why Mr. Gregory was a defense attorney while Mr. Edgeworth was a prosecutor, but she supposed a father and son didn’t have to have the exact same profession.

She could also tell a certain resemblance between which furthered her suspicion of their relation. This man was older, of course, but he had those same pronounced lines on his face as Miles had, though with more definition due to his aforementioned age. He also possessed a bit less… flashy fashion style, opting for a nice hat and trenchcoat. Overall, though, both of them had a certain dignified demeanor that made them seem impressive-looking to Rhoda. She would be lying if she said that she hadn’t found this person standing before rather handsome. Not that she would admit to such unprofessional thoughts out loud. 

Soon after, she began to think she should probably say something instead of just standing around thinking to herself. She could tell he was a rather serious person, so she tried to turn on her more formal, professional side.

“Oh! Good day to you too, sir.”

“I am Rhoda Teneiro, professional flight attendant.”

“It is very nice to meet you, sir. But, I am fine, thank you. Is there anything I can do for you… Mr. Edgeworth?”

Rhoda would have to get used to calling him that, even if it was a little strange, given who she usually associated with that name.

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He paused to give the woman a thorough look-over. She was young, twenty-five or six, perhaps. She wore a uniform of an iFly Airlines attendant; standard, and lead him to assume she worked with them. And then she mentioned that she was an attendant. Nevertheless..

"Well met, Miss Teneiro." He spoke with brevity and without much of a flourish; perhaps the opposite of Edgeworth's own style.

"No, I don't suppose I do anything. Thank you for the offer. Perhaps I could at least offer you a cup of tea?" He pushes up his glasses and awaits a response.