Obeying Ciel's orders, Sebastian quietly took away Mrs. Baker's body, treating it only as a sack of meat. Alex however, was still stunned at the announcement of her death. "It can't be..." he said silently to himself. The tailor dreaded what would happened next. Surely all fingers would point to him and Scotland Yard would be called in. What defence would a newly bought slave have against murder? Alex just stood there, unable to move. To add to all of this he was shocked at how quick Ciel was to order the cremation of the body. It just felt cold and cruel, even though she was dead. "You're just going to cremate her like this?" Alex asked, although it seemed that Ciel was in no mood for discussion. He was an Earl after all. All the previous joys that Alex had of seeing Ciel in his outfit (or even better, just a towel) was now gone, replaced by dread. And sure enough Ciel turned to him and accused him of causing Mrs. Baker's death. Yet with Mrs. Baker dying in this manor, wouldn't Ciel be thought of as the murderer? Perhaps that was the reason why he wanted that body to be cremated so quickly. An Earl like him could do what he wanted without being questioned.

"I did nothing" Alex stated as firmly as he could in response to Ciel's accusation. "Do you think it would be in my plans to let her die at the estate of an Earl such as you?" questioned Alex back in retaliation. Deep within the recesses of his own mind, Alex tried to figure out what had actually happened. Could it be [i]him[/i]? Alex still had his mission to complete where he had to place the cursed object in the manor, but he didn't expect Mrs. Baker to die. Perhaps that object had an effect on her? Was that how it worked?

Sebastian returned with the corpse slumped over his shoulders. "I will store the body in the wine cellar, my Lord" said the butler before he turned to Alex. "And it seems our culprit is feeling uneasy. To Scotland Yard with you then..." said Sebastian simply with the intention of restraining Alex. However, Alex had already put things into motion, reaching behind him and drawing out his circus dagger. Seeing the clueless Meh-Rin pass by the corridor, Alex nabbed her and held the weapon to her throat.

"You won't be calling Scotland Yard, butler" said Alex as he glared at Sebastian. The maid was frozen in place, confused and unable to even utter a squeak.

"How foolish" Sebastian mused. "A maid in the house of an Earl is as expendable as this morning's tea leaves. You should have done that on my Lord instead"