There are five boxes in the VIP car where Jenkins is, and Jenkins is number one. There are special restaurants, lounges and smoking rooms in the front and rear of this car. Jenkins also met other passengers at lunch, and their destinations were also Beldyland.
Knowing in advance that there would be bodyguards with hidden identities around him, he secretly looked at the crowd while eating lunch, while guessing which of the two men and two women was.
The furniture in the box is quite complete, a table, a low bed and a small wardrobe. Except for lunch and dinner, Jenkins reads in his box all day. Chocolate was very interested in the steam train, but Jenkins didn't let it out because he was worried that it would get lost.
In the afternoon, the cat who gave up completely could only lie on the window sill and watch the wilderness passing by in boredom, or occasionally turn its head and pick up the manuscripts of "Frozen" scattered on the dwarf. look.
In a blink of an eye, it was time for dinner, and Jenkins once again declined the two gentlemen's invitation to play cards, and walked back to his box with a teacup in hand.
Putting the satisfied chocolate he had just eaten on his knees, leaning against the head of the bed in a comfortable way, he projected himself onto Nolan.
It was still the big scary living room, and it was still in the same location, but it was completely dark in Ruen's day.
Seeing Jenkins appear, Miss Miller showed a slight smile, but immediately put her finger in front of her mouth to signal Jenkins not to speak. The ears of Jenkins and Chocolate quivered at the same time, and they heard footsteps outside the door.
"Miss Miller... oh, Mr. Poirot is here too, why didn't I see you just now?"
Miss Stuart came in with Julia, the maid. Both were wearing heavy winter clothes, and the maids had moved over to help them change.
Julia is still wearing the familiar maid clothes, while Miss Stuart is wearing a very fashionable high-waisted skirt with lace and ruffles and a bow at the waist from the current point of view. There is a layer of tulle.
Jenkins couldn't comprehend wearing it this season.
But he still remembered the simple training Hathaway gave him. When you meet a lady, if you are not familiar with her and want to talk to her to avoid the atmosphere becoming awkward, then the best way is:
"Your dress is really beautiful. I think it must have been sewn by a master?"
"Is that so? This skirt was indeed made by Mrs. Stephanie from O'Valley Tailor, but the petticoat here was added by Julia."
She sat on another chair with a smile on her face, and Julia naturally stood behind her leaning on the back of the chair.
"Sure enough, as long as the clothes are complimented, the ladies will be happy."
Jenkins thought in his heart, then looked at Miss Miller, waiting for her to start the conversation.
The last time I came to Ruen in a hurry to report safety, Miss Miller also briefly talked about what happened here. She has now initially gained Miss Stuart's trust, and was invited to participate in the local Gatherers of Gifts.
As for the investigation of Mr. "Poirot", there was no progress as it should be. Miss Miller could feel that someone was investigating the situation around her, so she acted with them very cooperatively.
"Since Mr. Poirot is Miss Miller's friend, do you know Mr. Williams too?"
The conversation was started by Miss Stuart.
"Yes, I know him well, a very talented man."
This sentence is not a lie.
"Then can you tell me what kind of person Mr. Williams is? I am his pen pal, but I don't know anything about this very talented gentleman."
The crescent eyebrows frowned, showing a troubled expression very appropriately.
"Oh, of course that's all right."
Seeing that Miss Miller was still smiling and watching the two talking, Jenkins coughed and introduced briefly:
"Me, I mean my friend Jenkins Williams, that's a very uninteresting guy, he's probably the kind of guy that ladies hate the most without any romance. He works in an antique shop, yeah, Apprenticeship. Even though his status as a writer paid him well, the man still liked the old stuff.
In my impression, I met him at the end of this summer, and I started writing his story collection from then on. Heh~ I also provided him with quite a lot of opinions and suggestions, but unfortunately that person always thinks that my opinions are one-sided and asks others to help revise the manuscript.
This is an extremely staid, old-fashioned person who hates any change in his life. He also has a cat like me…”
Chocolate glanced up at Jenkins.
"But he's a man, ladies, I've never seen someone who keeps pets like this. It's not abusive, but he always thinks his cat eats too much. Before I left Nolan for Loon, he Appears to be planning a diet for his cat."
If Jenkins hadn't been pressing down on the chocolate, it would have sprung up by now. Even so, there was a threatening whirring sound from the cat's throat.
"Is Mr. Williams married? I think that such a talented and pursuing gentleman should be pursued by many girls, right?"
Miss Stuart looked curious, and her body involuntarily leaned forward.
The corners of Julia's mouth trembled, and the hand holding the back of the chair stretched forward and tapped her on the back.
"Ha~ How could that guy get married? He's the kind of person who doesn't care about anything except work and study."
Now even the expression on Miss Miller's face was wrong. She really wanted to say "You know?", but she had to hold it in her heart. This feeling was quite uncomfortable.
Jenkins said, waving his right hand in the air:
"Please don't get me wrong, he doesn't have any health or mental problems, it's just that he hasn't met the right person yet. The hard work and study now are just for a better life in the future..."
"A man who is very responsible for his family."
Miss Stuart commented.
"That's right."
The man blinked, blushing a little at such a comment.
Even Jenkins could see that the young girl had a fanatical attitude towards pen pals in foreign countries. If you want to use an analogy, it is very similar to worshiping opera troupe actors.
He didn't know why the royal princess showed such an attitude just through a few letters, so he could only lament how wonderful the world is.