Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 77 4 pounds 10 soli
Boom!Boom!Boom!
When Lewis was still lamenting Miss Joan's death, there was a knock on the door of the detective agency, and the image of the person standing outside the door was outlined in his mind.

It was an old gentleman with gray temples, his face was slightly thin, and he had dark blue eyes.

"Wait, how did he find it? If I remember correctly, this is the old man 'Eye of Wisdom'." Lewis thought for a while, and secretly said: "No, in reality, I should call him Detective Essinger Mr. Stanton."

"Come in." Lewis calmly picked up the newspaper on the table and sipped the black tea that was almost cold.

Although it was a little disappointing that there was no business visit, but Detective Essinger came to visit, and he had to entertain him.

Detective Essinger pushed the door open, saw Lewis, took off his top hat, and said:

"Hello, Detective Lewis, I'm a detective who cooperates with the government, and I want to ask you something."

"Please sit down, Mr. Essinger, I will answer your questions without hesitation, if I can really help." Lewis smiled faintly. Essinger probably didn't recognize him, after all, most of the extraordinary people who attended the party He hid himself well, and so did he.

"That's right, Ms. Joan Arling is dead. I heard that you accepted this lady's commission earlier, didn't you?" Essinger put the top hat on the coat rack, then sat opposite Lewis, and asked There is a problem.

"Yes, that poor lady first encountered her husband being kidnapped. She didn't expect that her husband had just been rescued by the police, and she encountered an accident. It's really pitiful." Lewis sighed, looking regretful.

"I would like to hear more details about this case. I heard that Ms. Joan's husband has entrusted you with an infidelity investigation." Essinger Stanton smiled.

Lewis narrated the whole process, from the time he accepted Ms. Joan's commission, to when he went to find Mr. Dick, and finally asked him to investigate Ms. Joan's derailment after Mr. Dick was rescued.

Of course, every time it comes to extraordinary events, he will take the initiative to skip those events or replace them with other excuses, lest Isengard Stanton discover the abnormality.

Isengard Stanton kept smiling all the time, and he quickly discovered the point from Lewis' description.

"I don't think Ms. Joan's derailment was accidental, nor was it accidental that Mr. Dick was kidnapped. If you can learn a little more information, you will know that Mr. Dick bought the shares of anthracite company in the early years. With the skyrocketing price of anthracite, he has become a I found a real rich man, whose real assets are more than nine thousand pounds!"

"He's reminding me that there's something else hidden about this matter!" Lewis frowned, and he heard the tone of showing off from Isengard Stanton's tone, a kind of senior detective pointing at the rookie detective.

He really likes to show off, but you can guess the truth about Mr. Dick's kidnapping just from my description. Mr. Essinger is indeed a capable detective.

Lewis sighed, he really didn't expect Mr. Dick to be so rich, you know, the annual income of a middle class is only 100 to 1000 pounds.

Assets of [-] pounds are enough for many people to be crazy about it.

"Thank you for your advice." Lewis said modestly.

"You're welcome, but the truth of this case is not as simple as you thought. Fortunately, you didn't continue to pursue it." Detective Essinger showed a satisfied smile, and seemed to like Lewis' flattery.

Lewis sent Detective Essinger away. In fact, he also knew that the case involved extraordinary power. Not only that, but he also knew more than Essinger.

It's a pity that in order to pretend to be an ordinary person, he can't show off like the other party.

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In the evening, Lewis dressed and went to the home of Ms. Windsor at 13 Alter Street.

He put on his top hat, took his cane, and rang the doorbell.

Cuckoo!Cuckoo!
As the bell echoed in the house, an unattractive mechanical bird appeared above the door. It was only the size of a palm, with gears and other parts exposed. It kept nodding its head and making cuckoo-like sounds.

After more than ten seconds, a young woman in a black and white maid skirt opened the door and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I am Lewis Harvey, a private detective who lives on the 19th. I am invited by Miss Windsor to attend the dinner tonight." Lewis took off his top hat and saluted slightly.

"Welcome, Detective Lewis." The young woman in a black and white maid skirt smiled and welcomed Lewis in.

Lewis always had a feeling of forcing the girl to smile. He walked into the house and examined the layout.

At this time, the first floor of Miss Windsor's house has already set up desserts, meals and other things for visitors to take by themselves.

Of course, there is red wine necessary for dinner and a not-so-professional violin player.

"Miss Windsor is really extravagant. Even in the middle class, her family should be considered relatively rich. According to the specifications of the dinner, her family's annual income should be more than 500 pounds." Lewis thought silently.

Not counting the income of the extraordinary, he can earn more than three hundred pounds a year, but unfortunately, he has never enjoyed such a luxurious banquet.

"Mrs. Gahra." Turning, Lewis saw a woman wearing a pearl necklace and pearl earrings.

He recognized the lady as his landlord and greeted him consciously.

I have to feel sorry for Mrs. Gahera's performance. She is obviously a lady in her 40s and [-]s, but she wears so many precious ornaments and gorgeous clothes.

It seems that tonight's Mrs. Gahera is the protagonist of this dinner.

"Mr. Lewis, how is the business of the detective agency recently?" Mrs. Gahera was surprised, and then she showed an elegant smile.

"The business is not very stable. It should be barely able to reach the standard of 3 pounds per week." Lewis replied. In fact, he has only accepted commissions from two people during this period, one is Mrs. Joan and the other is Mr. Dick. .

Of course, both of them made big money, which allowed him to easily earn more than 30 pounds in more than half a month.

"Congratulations, Mr. Lewis, you now have the right to live a decent life in Backlund." Mrs. Gahera smiled sincerely, but Lewis always felt that she was showing off.

"Who is this?" Lewis looked at the man beside Mrs. Gahera, wanting to skip the topic of income.

"My brother Peg." Mrs. Gahera raised her chin gracefully:
"He is a full-time employee of the Backlund Stock Exchange, with a weekly salary of four pounds. Perhaps, at today's dinner, his relationship with Miss Windsor can go a step further."

Mr. Pegg straightened his back suddenly, and he emphasized in a slightly high-pitched voice: "It's not 4 pounds, it's 4 pounds 10 soli!"

Lewis' face was a little dark, and the siblings were quite similar in some ways.

(End of this chapter)