"Have I accidentally gotten myself into some big/trouble again?"
Facing the sunlight outside and looking at the two thumb-thick glass bottles, under the action of the sunlight, you can feel that there are extremely fine particles in the turbid liquid. I don't know if it's the ashes that don't dissolve in water or dust.
"Why don't you find a time and deliver these things to the door of the church?"
Jenkins was planning, but he also thought that the missing Mr. Clark should also know that the woodland where the accident happened yesterday is Wesley's hiding place. So those saved materials and plans are very likely to be changed, not to mention that there is actually not much substantive content in it.
"Go if you are in the mood, but it will take a few days."
He finally made up his mind, so he tidied up the things on the table and put them together. Right now, Jenkins has a lot of things hidden in his home, and he is also actively learning trap-triggering rituals from his father, but what he has come into contact with so far is not as good as hiding a pull-wire-triggered steam bomb in the house.
Even when it was cold, Chocolate refused to wear the little scarf Jenkins knitted for him. But with only the last week of October left, Jenkins believes that by the second half of November, when the coldest days are approaching, chocolate will definitely have a change of heart.
There were very few pedestrians on the street on Sunday, and most of them hurried past with their necks curled up, scarves and hats on. He considered taking a carriage, but he gritted his teeth and saved it, after all, it wasn't too far away.
The Howard Detective Agency, where Detective Erwin Ignaz works, is located in Room B, 38 Tibist Avenue. The landlady who opened the door for Jenkins wore a white hairnet and looked suspiciously at the cat, but ultimately did not stop the chocolate from entering.
Detective Ignaz was not there, he went out early, and the lady recorder in charge of the reception told him that Mr. Detective was investigating a case of divorce property transfer.
Although the office is in a rented apartment, the venue is unexpectedly large. I thought there was only one office, but I didn't expect it to be an office space after two houses were opened up.
Howard Detective Agency has several experienced detectives. Although their reputation was dragged down by the assistant blackmail incident some time ago, they still have a lot of clients.
The recorder recommended another available detective to Jenkins, who was only here for a "casual look" and agreed.
This is a well-proportioned, tall middle-aged man with sharp eyes sitting on the armchair opposite Jenkins, next to the two is a burning fireplace. Crossed rapiers and shotguns hang over the fireplace, next to carefully framed detective licenses.
This is like a scene in a detective novel, and it is also one of the marketing methods of the detective agency.
"My name is Jenkins Williams."
He first introduced himself, and the man sitting across from him nodded and motioned for the lady in charge to write it down.
"Hello, Mr. Williams, my name is Deke Ofan, now please tell me about your commission."
He glanced at the recorder, and added: "Please rest assured, we never disclose the client's information."
If he didn't know the information about the first man infected by gear germs, Jenkins might really believe him... His voice is very calm and slow, and his face is serious. It can be seen that he is a gentleman with high mobility and serious work.
"Is such that."
Jenkins spoke slowly and made up words, but in fact he used the "eye of truth" to observe whether there was aura nearby.
"I live in a house at 13 St. George's Street, next door at 12 there lives a widow, Lady Margaret, who lives alone."
With a tangled look on his face, he was actually amazed by the taste of the coffee, and there was no sugar cube added.
"Mr. Detective, I am not a person who likes to meddle in other people's business. You must believe that. But this lady's behavior has indeed become more and more strange recently... I am a writer, and I am used to staying up late at night to write. In recent weeks , before I went to bed, um, it was about eleven o’clock, and I saw this lady rushing out many times. You know, this is the season, even a young man like me would not want to be in such a Going out late at night."
This is all fake. Jenkins just found that the lights in the neighbor's house were still on many times before going to bed. He intended to exaggerate the facts a bit, and then let the detective make a casual investigation and come to his half-hearted conclusion that Mrs. Margaret would not be harmed if the matter were muddied.
"Then, when you saw her, was the gas light on in your house?"
The detective found the point at once, and leaned forward slightly.
"No, after I finish writing the manuscript, in order to save gas bills, I usually turn off the gas lamp and go to the bathroom to wash. And after seeing Mrs. Margaret many times, I dare not turn on the light in the dark... I am Living alone, only this kitten is with me, so I am a little scared."
He made an embarrassed expression and stroked the cat's back. Detective Oufan nodded, as if thinking, but did not comment.
From entering the door until now, nothing strange can be seen in the detective agency. In other words, the connection here with multiple cases is just a coincidence.
Jenkins then commissioned Detective O'Fan to investigate Mrs. Margaret. He claimed that he has been a little nervous because of his poor writing recently, so he is not sure if he is paranoid. For fear of disturbing innocent neighbours, all being decent people, detectives were forbidden to follow Lady Margaret directly, or to search her house privately.
Detectives only need to conduct peripheral background checks, so commissioning is relatively simple. Jenkins is not worried about the fee issue, because the church will reimburse the full cost of this commission.
After reconfirming the content of the entrustment, and then paying the deposit, it was negotiated that the time for the end of the entrustment would be half a month. While Jenkins was waiting for the clerk to write the receipt, the door of the office opened suddenly, and a woman in an embellished calico skirt and an exaggerated sun hat walked in.
This is not the look of the season.
She looks very young, no more than 25 years old, with fine skin and no pores.
"Oh madam, here you are."
The female recorder hurriedly got up to greet her, and then realized that Jenkins was still waiting, so she introduced:
"This is the owner of the firm, Mrs. Agnes Howard."
After finishing speaking, he hurriedly introduced Jenkins to the woman.
PS: Ask for everything at the beginning of the month.