Unable to completely mask a look of horror, Conrad took a long sip from his coffee while contemplating the news. "Dead? By George, he was dead? Surely that can't be right..."
Conrad supposed that commotion was, in fact, something important after all.
"I do hope that coffee is helping a bit. You couldn't have known that a late night would end up being worthy of regret...it's such a pity about Jacob. Was he sick, do you suppose?