Peregrine Devlin: Hello, Edwina. I thought it was you. Edwina Lionheart: Well, the brilliant Peregrine Devlin. Wielder of the brutal aphorism, master of the killing phrase, my father's murderer. Peregrine Devlin: That's a bit melodramatic, isn't it? Edwina Lionheart: Forgive me. I forgot. It was your reverence and admiration that drove him to take his own life.|