Jareth nodded. "My condolences on your loss. If you can think of anything that will help us solve this crime, please let me know." And fuck if that wasn't the hardest thing he'd had to choke out in a while. He bowed - had to keep up the formalities with the nobility, after all - and then turned. A servant was waiting for him outside the door to lead him back out onto the streets.
As soon as he was clear of the house, he sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. He hadn't expected them to give him anything useful, but fuck if there hadn't been just the faintest hope.
It seemed like the crime scene was going to be his best bet. Without a backwards glance, he headed back towards the Tenements.