"Oh, so it's a pocket watch chain!"
Jenkins suddenly realized, and Chocolate fell down as if he was not interested.
"When the owner of this item is about to be in danger, this chain has a certain chance to send out an early warning signal, that is, it vibrates at a high frequency. Although the probability of triggering is not high, this is also a highly accurate prophecy Items, very useful."
"It's really rare. The fortune tellers I know once said that among the categories of special items, fortune tellers are even rarer than weapons."
He grabbed both ends of the silver chain with both hands, then turned to look at his cat. He had long wanted to hang a bell around Chocolate's neck so that he would always know if it had slipped into the kitchen.
This thing is very thin and light, and the length is perfect...
Lunch was settled in the church. The bishop is not in the city today, and it seems that he is going to preach in the countryside of Nolan with a delegation.
Miss Bevanna didn't show up in the church at noon, but since she still has fighting lessons in the evening, at least she can come back for dinner.
Jenkins wisely did not show the idea of hanging a bell for the chocolate, and pretended to put the chain on the lady's pocket watch. Therefore, he did not show any trouble during the chocolate lunch, and the appearance of eating quietly caused the nuns and ladies to chuckle constantly.
At the dinner table, Priest Roberts mentioned the installation of street lights in Nolan City. Compared with the air protection bill that had been dragging back and forth for several years, this matter was passed by the parliament in a short period of time and was implemented in major cities in the country at the same time.
The old priest looked cheerful, dipping the bread into his soup with a fork, and said: "It's a good thing. I complained a long time ago that the nights in the city are too dangerous. Young people, in our time, Steam-powered ships travel across the ocean, and steam trains connect all parts of the mainland, but there are no gas street lights in the city, which is of course wrong! The development of the city should be synchronized with the development of the steam industry, so that the citizens can truly experience the times. improvement!"
Jenkins happened to be sitting next to him, so he asked casually:
"I heard that in the past, when discussing the installation, maintenance and operation costs of street lights, members of parliament would blame each other, so who will pay for those gold pounds now? Even for rich Nolan, this is a big deal. money."
"It's not from the tax money, and it's not from the MPs. Someone came up with an excellent idea, what a great idea! I don't know about other parishes, but Norland Parish gets half of the funds from our church. pound!"
"So, when will the street lights be installed?"
Jenkins asked again, feigning wonder.
"It's the end of November now...at least by the end of the year most of the main roads, like 5th Queen's where Papa's Antiques is located!"
"So fast?"
Jenkins was really surprised, when did the city hall become so efficient
"Someone pays, of course the speed is fast!"
The old priest said sarcastically.
In his own heart, Jenkins promoted the construction of the city's infrastructure, and he owed a very small part of the credit to himself, so he maintained a very happy mood throughout the noon.
After lunch, I listened to mass in the side hall for a while, and then left the church with chocolates. Now is the cat's nap time, and it should be immersed in sweet dreams on the counter of the old man at this time, so it is a little sluggish.
In the afternoon, I plan to take a look at the alley where the murder occurred. Although I have a Ouija board in hand, it must be under the strictest surveillance at this time. He just planned to take a look. If he wanted to investigate in depth, he would have to wait until the matter gradually calmed down.
Today is still a foggy day, but at least it is much better than yesterday. Because the distance was not far, I didn't plan to take a carriage, but I just turned the corner of the street, thinking about which road was the shortest, when I saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl in front of me, whom I met in the church in the morning.
She changed out of the clothes she wore in church and put on the patched padded jacket that Jenkins had worn when he first met her on the street. Her hair, which had regained its luster, was wrapped in a turban, and a small basket was slung in her right hand. Because the things inside would not look like flowers, so Jenkins didn't feel any psychological discomfort.
"The priest said her name was... oh, I remember, Phinney Fishford!"
While thinking about it, he quickened his pace to catch up. In fact, he wanted to know what the girl was going to do when she left the church and went out alone.
"Oh, Mr. Williamette, it's you again!"
The girl was also very happy to see Jenkins, because they were all going forward, so they talked while walking.
Chocolate's claws protruded from Jenkins' neckline, and then the force of the claws on the neckline pushed the furry head out as well.
After walking for a certain distance, you can see the Westminster River at the end of the street from a distance, and then Jenkins remembered that he had other things:
"I'm going across the river, how about you?"
"Oh, sir, me too, I'm going to visit my relatives in Pigtail Lane. That's my mother's cousin, and sometimes I don't have food and they..."
"Pig Tail Alley? That's not where the murder happened..."
Jenkins immediately suppressed the expression on his face, and pulled the girl to avoid the fast-moving carriage. Today's fog is so heavy, without wearing those glasses, it is difficult for him to notice when he will rush out of the carriage.
"Why do you drive so fast in foggy weather?"
The girl turned her head and looked at the carriage: "Probably something urgent, sir, do you know that when I was selling flowers on the street, once..."
"Feel sorry."
Jenkins had to interrupt her, not knowing how to tell the girl about the tragedy: "Sorry, I read the evening paper last night, and Pigtail Lane seems to be..."
Even though he wanted to be very tactful, when it came to the key point, he didn't know how to say: "Hey, there is a dessert shop over there, why don't I treat you to a cake! I remember that church lunches don't serve dessert."
"No need, sir!"
The sensible girl quickly waved her hand and replied crisply: "You don't need to buy me something to eat. Sir, I know what you said, but my aunt's family happened to be away that night. Because of that terrible thing, so I just want to see them. And I can live alone now, and I want them to know that I am fine and don't worry."