"Hmmm." Bartholomew hummed at his daughter's suggestion. The situation did seem well suited for a detective. But from the looks of things, the detective herself wasn't keen on getting involved. And as much as he enjoyed working with Slaugh, he enjoyed earning a bigger cut of the reward money more. But how to keep Artemisia from getting involved without disappointing his daughter. Bartholomew glanced around in search of an idea and found it when his eyes landed on the door leading into the kitchen.
"Maybe so." Bartholomew said after swallowing another bite of breakfast. "But in my old age, I am fairly certain I'd just slow her down. That Elizabeth girl though... If she is anything like her grandfather, she won't be content to just stay in that kitchen while other littlings solve the crimes. Perhaps while I'm off keeping that Imp from causing any more trouble, you two could help the girl figure all this nonsense out."