He felt a shiver run down his spine, suddenly sitting upright: "Duke, Sir, my article, my article isn't... isn't made up! I really did look up information! It was... it was... it was written by a colleague! Yes, it was written by a colleague, I just reprinted it..."
Arthur hesitated for a moment: "Colleague?"
But soon, his mind came around.
Just as he thought, considering Lewis as a One Penny Journalist, how could he possibly manage the details of the Buckingham Palace concert.
The real mastermind must be someone else.
Lewis had no idea that Arthur had started speculating about who the skilled mastermind behind him could be, he just felt like the more he explained, the worse it got. On top of that, the mirror hanging at an angle reflected his panic-stricken expression, making him look as if he was confessing a crime.
"Sir, please don't misunderstand! This was not... not fabricated, nor intentional fraud! And absolutely not an attempt to draw attention with this matter!"
