"The ostensible ball was very strange, as the organizer, Bonnard, had never appeared in the ballroom. And I was the first to get to the ballroom, but the dance party had already started, and the band was playing all the time, even though the dance floor was empty. The people who came to the ballroom after me seemed to be accustomed to this, and they started dancing as soon as they arrived at the ballroom, and the waiters immediately began to walk around the dance floor with the items to be traded. ”

Agnes' fingers on the table tapped lightly on the table and nodded.

"But that's not much." Vicente sighed, and continued: "I found another thing that I cared about, I found that in the middle of the ball, eight people left the ballroom before and after, I don't know where they went, and they didn't leave for more than ten minutes. And after the time of the four dances, they returned to the ballroom, and then some left directly, and some returned to the dance floor to dance. ”

"And no more than five minutes after they got back to the dance floor, there was an explosion in a room on the third floor." Vicente said with a frown.

Agnes tapped her fingers on the table and paused, then she looked up and asked Vicente, "Do you think this explosion has anything to do with the eight people who left?" ”

Vicente shook his head and said, "I'm not sure. But there was one of those who left that I was a little concerned about. ”

His gaze fell on Agnes and he paused.

Agnes raised an eyebrow and looked at Vicente quizzically. Vicente smiled and spoke again, "It was a lady, dressed in a long black dress, with elegant manners and excellent dancing skills. She had a rose brooch pinned to her dress, and the pattern on that brooch I had seen on the Silver Rose. ”

"The man he danced with me was so familiar in size and dress that I thought for a long time after they had left that it was Bernie Sturt, the leader of the Brotherhood of Ster."

"It seems that this lady has a lot to do with Mr. Sturt." Agnes said with a smile and stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon.

Vicente pressed his hands on the table and said slowly, "And what makes me more concerned is that this lady should not have a very good relationship with Bernie Ster. ”

Agnes put down her spoon, laughed, and said, "Who knows." ”

Vicente didn't speak, his eyes fixed on Agnes, and he didn't speak.

Agnes took a sip of her coffee and said, "Okay, Mr. Poirot has told me so much, what do you want to entrust me?" ”

Vicente didn't answer, but withdrew his gaze from looking at Agnes, looked into his hands and asked, "Miss Poyesia, aren't you curious who this lady is?" ”

Agnes chuckled under her breath and said, "You want to say that that person is me, right?" Now that you have your own ideas, whatever I say, you will first look for details from my words that will prove your own ideas. ”

Vicente looked up, glanced at Agnes, and said for a long time, "Miss Poyesia, you really don't look like a bounty hunter. ”

Agnes leaned back in her chair, looked at Vicente with a smile, and said, "You're not right, bounty hunters don't rely entirely on force. ”

"Seriously, Miss Poyethea, you look more like a lady born into high society than a bounty hunter. I'm curious, why would you give up your life to become a bounty hunter? Vicente asked, looking at Agnes.

Agnes hooked the corners of her mouth and said with a smile, "Mr. Poirot, I don't think we are familiar enough to be able to communicate our past without any barriers. ”

"I'm sorry." Vicente said insincerely.

"Mr. Poirot, you said that you wanted to entrust me with something just a pretext," said Agnes, who folded her hands on the table, and looked at Vicente with a smile, "You just want to check if there is anything wrong with me because you think I look like the lady you saw yesterday at Newlin Manor." ”

Vicente raised an eyebrow and said, "How come, Miss Poyesia, you misunderstood. ”

Agnes hooked the corners of her mouth and said, "So Mr. Poirot, what exactly do you want to entrust me?" ”

"I'd like to ask Miss Poyesia to protect me on a trip to Art Street." Vicente said.

Agnes took the last sip of coffee left in the cup, looked at Vicente, and laughed.

"You're trying to go to Mr. Bernie Sturt for verification? But you're going to Art Street with me—are you sure you don't have the idea of getting yourself to your door? ”

"Why don't I just kidnap Mr. Bernie Ster? That way you don't have to go to Art Street to ask. Agnes said with a smile.

Vicente couldn't hold his expression, and the muscles on his face couldn't help but twitch violently.

"Well, Mr. Poirot, do you think this is a good idea?" Agnes asked, looking at Vicente with interest.

"Miss Poyesia, it's not time to joke right now." Vicente said with a reluctant twitch of the corners of his mouth.

"Mr. Poirot, I'm not kidding." Agnes held her chin in one hand and said with a smile, "As long as you pay me enough, I can do it for you." ”

"How? Think about it, Mr. Poirot. ”

Vicente spoke, "Looks like you're confident in your strength, Miss Poyesia. ”

"Of course." Agnes said with a smile.

"But Miss Poyesia doesn't seem to be very willing to go to Art Street?" Vicente looked at Agnes and said slowly.

Agnes felt a little amused and lost her patience. She raised her hand and pinned the hair that was spilling from her sideburns behind her ear, and said, "It seems that you still want to go to Art Street." ”

"I can accept this commission, but for the pay, it's either 350 gold riso, or you tell me how you found out the drum."

"How's that, do you accept it?" Agnes asked.

Vicente rubbed the wall of the coffee cup in his hand and nodded.

"Okay, then the deal is done." Agnes took the initiative to reach out her hand, Vicente was stunned for a moment, and also reached out and gently held Agnes's fingertips.

"I hope Miss Poyesia won't offend me before." Vicente said.

Agnes was noncommittal, she hooked the corners of her mouth and asked, "When is Mr. Poirot going to Art Street?"

"After lunch." Vicente said.

"Okay, I see, I'll come to you then."

Agnes nodded, picked up the hat she had set aside, and stood.

She took two steps, then turned to Vicente, who was still seated, and said, "Mr. Poirot, give you a piece of advice, go to the church and pray as fast as you can, and tell the bishop what you have found, for your own safety." ”

Vicente raised an eyebrow, looking a little confused, and he looked at Agnes, as if waiting for Agnes' explanation.

Agnes ignored him, and walked straight out of the café.