Our carriage arrived at the public house where the slave traders frequented. Earl Grey stepped off the carriage first, and then helped me off.

"So which one is it?" I asked.

He nodded towards a decent-looking, two storeys building across the street. It was located just one building away from one of the docks of the Port of London. I survey the area; there was all sort of people: upper class who were there to travel on luxurious boat journeys, middle-class who were busy overseeing the port, and lower class who carried the goods on there backs. It was a rather noisy part of the town.

"Are you sure this is the time when the traders are most active?"

Grey shrugged, "Well, Scotland Yard says so."

It was about four to five in the afternoon, and the port was busting with life. With so many people coming and going, it was quite a difficult job to spot one person with a little scar on his face.

"Do you think we should go in? Or would we stand out too much?" I questioned once again.

"I'm sure we will be just fine." He said cheerfully while eyeing the building.

We made out way to the public house and entered. Contrary to my imagination, the interior was bright and clean, although it was obviously not for the upper class.

I saw that the bar-tender's eyes widened when he saw us, and he hurriedly went to into another room behind the bar, and came out with another person, who was half bold and better dressed then the rest.

"My lord and lady! Would you wish to go upstairs to the private drinking room?" The bold man asked putting the brightest smile he could manage on his face.

"No," Grey replied, "That would be fine." He gestured to one of the more secluded seats, yet has a clear view of the entrance.

"Of course, as you wish, my lord." The man shouted for some other man and gave them instructions. They quickly laid a nice table cloth over the wooden table and laid out some cutlery which I assumed was the best they had.

As we took a seat the bold man asked, "I apologize for the lack of variety of food and drinks, but please, what would my lord and lady like?" He handed us two menus.

I silently glanced through the list, and found nothing to my liking. I looked up to see that Earl Grey has finished deciding, and was waiting for me to order first.

"Some Earl Grey tea would be fine." I said, and smiled. I saw that Earl Grey was holding back a laugh as well.

"Very well, my lady. And you, my lord?" The bold man asked.

He coughed and said, "Um.. A Toad in the hole...a spotted dick... and a stargazey pie..." He was ordering all the ones with odd names, "And also some Earl Grey."

"Yes, it will be served right away, my lord." The bold man hurried away to tell the kitchen our orders.

"A toad in the hole, spotted..dick... really? Do you even know what those dishes are?" I raised my eyebrows.

"No, I don't, but I am willing to find out. And you, ordering a cup of me?" He replied wittily.

I laughed, "True, I did order a cup of Earl Grey, Earl Grey."

"You can call me Charles in private if you want." He smiled.

"Alright, Charles. What about me? Baroness Clarette seems quite the mouthful."

"Since we are supposed to call you by your bestowed name... what about Clare?"

"Clare? I like it."

"Yay, Clare it is then." His smiled widened.

We talked about something else, had a laugh, and soon the food and drinks were served. Turned out 'a toad in the hole' was some sausages wrapped in Yorkshire pudding, 'spotted dick' was steam pudding with dried fruit, and a 'stargazey pie'... let's not mentioned that one. There were also a couple other dishes he ordered which the names I have forgotten about already.

As I sipped my tea, he keenly tasted each of the dishes and found that his favorite out of those was the spotted dick. I now remembered, that I had actually had tried spotted dick before back in my world.

"I wondered how the people came up with such odd names for the dishes." I said.

"Who knows?" He said as he devoured these dishes that I would not even have dared to order.

During all these time we have been glancing at the entrance of the public house. Some shady men and women came and left, but not once a man with a scar.

Finally, when almost all of the food was in Earl Grey's stomach (with the execption of the stargazey pie, which even he didn't dared to touch), we spotted a man fitting the description given by Undertaker. We looked at each other and nodded. Charles paid and got ready to leave. The man with the scar sat down in one of the tables behind us, which already had an occupant. They started talking to each other.

We were just close enough to make out a few words. ".....male....5 foot 9... yes....tomorrow...."

The first occupant of the table quickly shoved a pile of cash to the scarred man, and roughly shoved it into the inside pocket of his coat. He then stood up and started leaving the public house. We also subtly stood, making it look like as if we had just got ready to leave, and nothing suspicious.

He walked out of the public house and we followed him. He stopped in front of an alley and looked in his coat pocket. He glanced around and swiftly went into the alley. And of course, we followed. When we turned the corner, we saw that he was plucking a few of the cash out of the pile and putting it into his own trousers pockets. He froze when he realized we were there. He eyed us, and decided to run the other way.

Of course Charles was't going to let him get away. He drew his rapier. He shouted in a thrilled voice as he ran, "Where do think you are running off to, coward?"

He swiftly caught up with the man and pinned him to the wall.

"W-who are you two?" The man shakily questioned.

"We are sent by Her Majesty." Charles said.

"The Queen? What does that woman want from me!?" The man shouted horsely.

Charles pressed his rapier against the skin on the man's neck, "Don't you dare speak of Her Majesty like that." The tone of his voice screamed danger.

Charles looked at me and I started questioning the scarred man, "Tell me, what's your name?"

"J-John, John Abney." He replied shakily.

"And might you be the person who killed a man about four days ago?"

Charles looked around, "In fact, I think this is the exact site where the body was discovered."

"Did you murder a man around mid-thirties, here, four days ago?"

"No no no no, I didn't-" He was interrupted by Charles.

"Do not lie." Charles warned as he pressed his rapier even harder.

The man closed his eyes, "Please don't kill me! I'm begging you! I will tell you any thing you want to know!"

"Then answer my question." I said.

"I did not kill the man, I only transported him! Please, please, please don't kill me!" Tear were swelling in his eyes.

"Then who killed him?"

"My boss, it was my boss! He was the one that killed the man! He ordered me to transport the man! I only listened and transported him! I don't know anything! Please let me go, please!"

"Do you want to live?" I asked.

"Yes, yes! Please!" The man was so desperate.

"Then tell me everything about your boss; his appearance, his location, his agenda, everything."I commanded.

He did as he was told, and disclosed everything about his boss. He told us that there will be a slave auction tomorrow at a location,and that his boss will be there.

"Everything I said is true! Please let me go, I don't want to die!" He begged.

"I thank you for your honesty." I said.

"We can't let him live, he will go and tell his boss." Charles said.

"Alright then, if you say so." I replied.

"Wait what!? No no no! Please I-" The man's desperate begging was abruptly halted by the slashing of a rapier. He fell limply onto the floor and was choking on his own blood. I was a bit uncomfortable and I put a hand in front of my eyes. The chocking noise soon stopped.

I looked and his body laid lifelessly on the floor, with blood still gushing out of the big cut on his neck. Charles wiped clean his rapier on the dead man's coat, and put it back in its sheath at his side.

"Are we just going to leave him like this...?" I asked.

"Yes, Scotland Yard will deal with him."

As we walked out of the alley I asked Charles, "Do you fancy gate-crashing?"

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Meanwhile, Sebastian reported to Ciel in his study.

"Young master, the report from the man who followed the Baroness has arrived." Sebastian handed Ciel an enclosed slip of paper.

Ciel opened it and impatiently read over the words. "Arg!" He angrily threw the piece of paper onto his desk.

"Young master?"

"She went into a private area of the restaurant so he couldn't follow her. He didn't get any information, at all!"

"That is unfortunate, my lord. But please don't fret. It is time for you to get ready for the trip, to the Circuit of Noah's Ark."

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Lesson of the chapter: "Don't ever order a stargazey pie."

An inspiring quote: "If people scrutinize you, just ignore them and do what ever you want." -- Zen Wistaria, Akagami no Shirayukihime.