Did you know that Mary and Simon are not actually brother and sister?” Adam asked. “I discovered that while I was at Pinchbeck Hall. I understand that Mrs. Picoult took Mary and her mother into her house when they were homeless.” Jack crossed his booted feet at the ankle and tried to look relaxed. “That’s correct. I still have men working on discovering Mary’s identity. She definitely did not come from the same social class as Simon and his mother. I hope you don’t mind, but I concentrated my efforts per your original request on tracking down the Picoults.” “And you found the mother?” “I did. She is still alive and runs a brothel in Whitechapel.” Inwardly, Jack shuddered at the thought of Mary growing up in a bawdy house in that particular region of London. It was amazing that she had turned out so seemingly unscathed. “Did you speak to her?” Adam sat back in his chair and regarded Jack. “I thought you might prefer to do that yourself.” “Thank you for your admirable discretion.