The three of them had all gone silent. Reginald looked from face to face with a mostly blank expression. Once he felt certain not one of them was going to say something, the old man sighed and leaned forward.
"Straight to it then I suppose," he said. "I asked Cecilia to bring you here because in my time away I received a small piece of information. To somewhat put your minds at ease I will tell you that -- having pondered over the subject at great length over weeks of time -- I don't know that this information is what you might call a game changer. It's something that could have feasibly been guessed at. I have gone back and forth many times as to whether or not I should just put it out on the network for all or keep the information to myself. Perhaps on its own it can't necessarily do anyone any good. But I have not been a part of this household for a long time, and admit I have no idea what is best for the group. Cecilia has always had the house's best interests at heart, and she trusts you. So I would welcome the advice."
He gave a little nod, settled back into his chair, and continued. He saw no need to draw it out too much -- though he did feel the need to check once more, for his own peace of mind. "Owen, Oliver . . . may I ask your subject numbers, please?"