It's almost lunch time, and the two boring men are still chatting with each other.
jingle~
The bell on the door rang. Unexpectedly, a guest would come to the door at this time.
The person who came was a woman wearing a black veil and a conservative black dress. On her head was a hat, also black, with a white flower pinned to it.
If I didn't guess wrong, this lady should have just attended the funeral.
"Hi ma'am, may I help you?"
As an apprentice, Jenkins took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
"Good morning sir."
The woman greeted her in a low voice, her voice was low, but she could tell she was about forty years old. Jenkins looked out, just in time to see a carriage parked at the door, which should be a wealthy rich lady.
"My husband just passed away and it hit me hard."
As she spoke, she sobbed softly. He took the white handkerchief from Jenkins, thanked him softly, and then reached behind the veil to wipe his tears.
"He liked to collect those old things very much during his lifetime, and he also accumulated some at home. I can't keep them anymore. When I see them, I can't help it, I can't help it..."
The woman sobbed again, and Jenkins looked back at his father helplessly. The old man gave him a wink and signaled him to solve it himself.
After preparing hot tea, it was hard for the woman to adjust her emotions. The maid who had been in the carriage outside the door also came in, and together with Jenkins, made the woman sit in the rocking chair in front of the fireplace.
The next conversation is between Jenkins and the maid. According to her introduction, her employers are Mr. David and Mrs. David. Mr. David passed away unexpectedly due to heart disease last week. According to local customs, the funeral will be held today.
Mrs. Davyd has been in such a state of grief ever since that day, and the poor woman still cannot accept the fact. After seeing a professional psychiatrist, the doctor suggested that Mrs. David temporarily leave Nolan City after the funeral, go to other places to relax, and at the same time avoid contact with the deceased husband.
That's why she came here after the funeral, hoping that the antique store employees would follow her home and get a rough estimate of what was in the house first.
That's how it happened, but Dad can't go out today—Miss Mihail made an appointment last week to come over today and ask him to appraise a newly acquired ancient relic for her.
Several people discussed it, and Jenkins went to David's house instead of his father. Although his qualifications are still young, all the antiques of David's family have appraisal certificates, which is what a real collector should do.
Therefore, Jenkins used to just confirm whether the thing existed, and then report back.
Without even eating lunch, Mr. Williams, a hard-working apprentice, put on his coat and set off with the carriage. Mrs Davide was still in a bad mood, but she agreed to let the chocolates go with her.
In the carriage, she kept telling Jenkins about how she and Mr. David raised cats more than 20 years ago. It sounded interesting at first, but the lady started crying involuntarily as she spoke. The middle-aged maid took care of her carefully, while Jenkins hugged his cat, hoping that the trip would end quickly.
This situation was really embarrassing for him who was not good at socializing.
The David family should be quite wealthy, and their house is bigger than the house of the William Te family. This is also in the Sabine District, still some distance from Williamette's house.
He got out of the carriage with chocolates in his arms, and unexpectedly, a man wearing a brown hat, a classic three-piece suit with a dark-colored long windbreaker, lapels turned up, and a scarf in deep winter, warm and practical, was already standing outside the house.
"Detective Ignaz, you are so early."
With the help of the maid, Mrs. David greeted the man, and then the four of them walked into the yard together.
The two ladies walked in front, Jenkins and the man in the back. Seeing the detective looking at himself and the cat with deep eyes, Jenkins took the initiative to hand over the business card of Papa's Antique Store.
The detective also handed over his business card:
[Erwin Ignaz
38 B Thibist Avenue
Howard Detective Agency]
Mr. Detective also looked at the one that Jenkins handed over. He was only an apprentice, so he didn't have his own business card. This one is actually a store card, but it has the names of Dad and Jenkins, so he took it with him and used it as his business card, definitely not because of saving money.
"Papa's Antiques, oh, I know, it's the one on Queen Fifth."
The two didn't communicate much after that, but followed Mrs. David into the house in silence.
The detective was an ordinary man, and Jenkins wasn't very interested in him.
The financial situation of David's family may be better than Jenkins thought, and there are actually three maids in the family. The youngest of them led Jenkins to look at the things that were going to be sold, while Mr. Detective and Mrs. David went to the study to talk.
Mr. David has many collections, each of which has a certificate of authenticity. He transformed a guest room on the second floor of the villa into a collection room. Rows of shelves in the room are full of antiques.
The maid brought tea to Jenkins, and then he sat at the table in the collection room, checking the certificates and the actual items one by one. The work is not complicated, but tedious. The young maid, Miss Best, didn't leave here either. On the one hand, she supervised Jenkins not to let him engage in petty tricks, which is what she should do. On the other hand, she was attracted by the little chocolates. Young girls always like such cuteness pets.
Chocolate was lying on Jenkins' left side, with one eye open, amber eyes constantly looking at the master who was working hard.
Jenkins made a list of the items the owner was planning to sell. Most of the antiques and certificates can be matched, but some caution is still needed.
His pocket watch was broken when he "accidentally" found the [Doomsday Document] yesterday, so Jenkins himself is not sure how long it has been.
All he knew was that when he was chatting with the maid about the cost of raising pets, hurried footsteps sounded, and Mrs. David's middle-aged maid came in with a pale complexion in the carriage.
"What's wrong?"
Jenkins put down the pen in his hand and asked softly.
"Ma'am, ma'am, she..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she collapsed to the ground.
PS: If there is no update today, it will be broken here, then this is a very standard broken chapter.