- The Lockhearts -

As the two hostesses went about explaining in detail what their assistance was needed with, Chester couldn't help but start to puzzle pieces together, and through all of it, it seemed as though much of it was very close to home for the pair. The missing member of the Craftsman's Guild, Elizabeth would be able to assist with, which she wasn't a member of the guild any long her parents were still prominent members of the organization, she was practically raised with many of the current big names of the group as nannies and god parents. She would be able to at least point fingers to who might have answers, and perhaps if it was she who was asking, they may give up answers more easily.

Mr Smith, too, rang close to home for Chester. In this particular instance he had gone to school with the fellow. He didn't really remember him much, other than him being a bit aloof? Hyper-focused, perhaps, on the wrong things? Either way, the man had not left much of an impression on Chester, but perhaps there were a few classmates that would remember him better that he could ask.

The automaton parts and plans in all of this were something that were of equal interest to each of the pair. Elizabeth had studied the basics of their construction while at school, but didn't really go much further into their study once she learned of their taboo nature. Chester, too, had learned a bit from Elizabeth about the basic principles of their design as an introduction into her vision of their own secreted project. Indeed, if they were able to get their hands on those plans it might reveal something to the pair that could be useful, towards one project or another.

"We will help of course," Elizabeth started, "While not a member of the craftsman guild currently, I have family who are well established within the ranks of the organization and close ties to others. I would be happy to assist the Captain in making introductions into that line of inquiry. My Husband, too, should be of assistance with the fellow from the Polytechnique Institute, as I recall they were class mates, isn't that so?" She turned to her husband as she asked. 

"Indeed it is," His warm and soft voice replied, it was no wonder he had chosen velvet for his name, "Though I must admit I do not recall much about him... However, I may have some classmates who were closer to the gentleman in question whom it would be my pleasure to inquire with. Similarly, with our line of work, I suspect that we may be some assistance with any technical plans that you may find with deciphering meaning and intent from the plans... that seems to be a knack of mine at any rate."


- Mr Brown -
The man had listened to the information that was needed. He could help with any of it, of course, but he didn't really feel too inclined to do so. Not yet, anyway. He flipped through the mental catalog of all that he knew about for the Real Mr Brown. It didn't seem like he really had any connection to any of this, outside of the smuggling of restricted tools. David decided that he had better double back to the Mr Browns residence to take a look through his records, see if he was masquerading as the man who actually sold the tools used to kill some people. If that were the case, he had better get out of the way and quick. Maybe leave the real Mr Brown tied up in the library as a parting gift... maybe not. Either way, there were more secretes to be had, and this much secrecy, to pick false names and such, that speaks of people who might be willing to buy, and for a good price, too, if he can find 'em.