Art couldn’t help himself. After Elizabeth had left he quietly made his way to the entrance of the living room and listened to the conversation between Stephen and Sophia.

“But—” Stephen looks at the phone and sets down. Art walks in a second after and stands next to Stephen.

“Sir…” Art begins, but doesn’t know what to say. He definitely doesn’t know who got those pictures if Sophia hadn’t been the one, “Was it her?”

“She says it was not, but then who could it be?” Stephen begins rubbing his templets, “If it was not her, then who the bloody hell could it be?”

“Her mother perhaps? She could have found out about you Sophia,” Art says.

“Yes, but how did she get the bloody pictures?”

“Hidden cameras? There are a lot of possibilities with today’s technology, sir,”

“Thanks for the update, Arthur, as if I did not know. I’ve got the MI5 checking out Sophia’s house,”

“Sir!”

“Just for a little while. They want to see if they can hear anything that has to do with the pictures,”

“I hope that all, sir,”