Before preparing for lunch, he gave the remaining 600 pounds to the bodyguard in one go. He still had a total of 146 pounds, 8 soles and 5 pence left on him, which was all the property he could use.
There was no debt except for Miss Justice. Klein relaxed and fried himself a bone-in steak and poured it with black pepper sauce.
Just as he was enjoying the medium-rare taste in a good mood, the doorbell was suddenly rang, and the sound of jingling echoed continuously.
“Is it too early, Mrs. Mary?” Klein put down his knife and fork doubtfully and walked towards the door.
He paused for two seconds, and the image of the visitor outside the door naturally appeared in his mind.
It was an old-school gentleman wearing a light gray coat, a half-high silk top hat, and a black gold-inlaid cane. He had sharp blue eyes, and his temples were stained with spots of white. His nasolabial folds were deeply engraved on his face, making his muscles All appear droopy.
“Excuse me, who are you looking for?” Klein opened the door and asked.
The old-school gentleman said in a strong East Coast accent:
“You are Detective Charlotte Moriarty”
“You have something you want to entrust.” Klein nodded, moved out of the way, and led the old gentleman to the living room.
/He hesitated for two seconds, then asked aloud:
“Would you like coffee or black tea?”
“A glass of hot water, thank you.” The old-fashioned gentleman had taken off his hat and sat down.
Great, this is very simple. Maybe I need to consider hiring an assistant to refill tea, pour water, and clean the room. Klein thought in a distracted manner, then turned to the kitchen to rinse a cup.
After he put the hot water in front of the old gentleman, he walked to the single sofa, sat down with his hands clasped and said:
“What should I call you?”
“Mille Carter,” replied the old gentleman simply.
“Mr. Carter, what do you want to entrust?” Klein asked directly without making any greetings.
While speaking, he quietly turned on his spiritual vision and observed the opposite side.
This old gentleman’s body is relatively healthy, but there is something wrong with the color of the aura of the left leg joint. It is probably due to arthritis. The mood is mainly blue for calm thinking, with a bit of anxiety. Klein just glanced at it and got a rough idea. Come to a conclusion.
Milecat picked up the white porcelain cup, rubbed the outer layer and said:
“The thing is, I bought a house on Williams Street. Oh, I’m from Jianhai County. Because of business, I will settle in Backlund in the future.”
Where is Williams Street? It has been less than a month since he arrived in Backlund. When he goes out, he either consults a map or relies on his intuition, trying hard to behave calmly and reliably.
/Milecat glanced at him, and under the guidance of his gaze, continued:
“It is said that the house originally belonged to a bankrupt viscount. This happened about twenty or thirty years ago. After changing hands several times, it was finally bought by me.”
“I planned t