Boom! Boom! Boom!

While Lewis was still lamenting Miss Joan's death, there was a knock on the door of the detective agency, and he sketched in his mind the image of the man standing outside the door.

It was an old gentleman with gray temples, a slightly thin countenance, and dark blue eyes.

"Wait, how did he find it? If I'm not mistaken, this is the 'Eye of Wisdom' old man. Lewis thought for a moment and said secretly: "No, in reality, I should call him Detective Esinger. Mr. Stanton. ”

"Please come in." Lewis quietly picked up the newspaper on the table and tasted the black tea that was almost cool.

Although it was a little disappointing that there was no business to visit, Detective Issinger came to visit, and he couldn't help but entertain him.

Detective Issinger pushed the door in, and when he saw Lewis, he took off his top hat and said:

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

"You may be seated, Mr. Isengard, and I will answer your questions without hesitation, if I can really help." Lewis smiled faintly, Esinger shouldn't have recognized himself, after all, most of the transcendents who attended the party hid themselves well, and he was the same.

"That's right, Joan. Lady Yarlin is dead, and I've heard that you were commissioned by this lady earlier, haven't you? Issinger placed his top hat on the coat rack, then sat down across from Lewis and asked questions.

"Yes, that poor lady first encountered her husband being kidnapped, but she didn't expect that her husband had just been rescued by the police, and she had an accident again, which is really pitiful." Lewis sighed, looking sorry.

"I'd like to hear more about this case, I've heard that Ms. Joan's husband has commissioned you with an investigation into cheating." Esinger. Stanton smiled.

Lewis recounts the whole story, from his acceptance of Ms. Joan's commission, to his search for Mr. Dick, and finally to Mr. Dick's rescue and asking him to investigate Ms. Joan's cheating.

Of course, every time it comes to otherworldly events, he will take the initiative to skip those events or replace them with other excuses, so as not to be Esinger. Stanton discovers an anomaly.

Esinger. Stanton kept his smile on his face, and he quickly picked up the point from Lewis's description.

"I don't think it's an accident that Ms. Joan cheated on her, and neither is Mr. Dick's kidnapping. If you can know a little more information, you will know that Mr. Dick bought shares in the Anthracite Company in his early years, and as the price of anthracite skyrocketed, he had become a real rich man, with real assets of more than 9,000 pounds! ”

"He's reminding me that there's something else going on here!" Lewis frowned as he picked up from Issinger. There was a ostentatious tone in Stanton's tone, a kind of senior detective pointing at a rookie detective.

He really likes to show off, but I can guess the truth about Mr. Dick's kidnapping just by what I describe, and Mr. Issinger is indeed a powerful detective.

Lewis sighed that he really did not expect Mr. Dick to be so rich, you know, a middle-class earns only 100 to 1,000 pounds a year.

Nine thousand pounds of assets is enough for many people to go 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 think, and it's a good thing you didn't continue to investigate." Detective Issinger smiled with satisfaction, seeming to like Lewis's flattery.

Lewis sent Detective Isenger out, in fact, he also knew that this case involved supernatural powers, and not only that, but he also knew more than Isenger did.

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

……

In the evening, Lewis dressed up and went to 13 Aort Street, Ms. Windsor's house.

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

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

As the bell in the house echoed, a mechanical bird with a not very good-looking shape emerged from the top of the door, it was only the size of a palm, and the gears and other parts were exposed, constantly nodding its head, making a sound similar to that of a cuckoo.

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

"I'm private investigator Lewis living at number 19. Harvey, invited by Miss Windsor, came to the dinner tonight. Lewis took off his top hat and bowed slightly.

"Welcome, Detective Lewis." A young woman in a black and white maid's dress squeezed out a smile and welcomed Lewis in.

Lewis always had the feeling of forcing a girl to smile, and he went inside the house and examined the setting.

At this time, the first floor of Miss Windsor's house has been set up with desserts, meals and other items for visitors to take their own.

And, of course, the must-have red wine for dinner and a not-so-professional violinist.

"Miss Windsor is so extravagant, even in the middle class, her family should be considered relatively wealthy. 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 transcendental, he could earn more than three hundred pounds a year, but unfortunately, he had never enjoyed such a luxurious banquet.

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

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

I have to sigh at the performance of Mrs. Gahra, who is obviously a lady in her thirties and forties, but she wears so many expensive ornaments and gorgeous clothes.

It seems that Mrs. Gahra is the protagonist of this dinner tonight.

"Mr. Lewis, how's the detective agency's business lately?" Mrs. Gahra was amazed, and then smiled lightly.

"Business is not very stable, and it should barely reach the standard of 3 pounds a week." Lewis replied that, in fact, he had only received commissions from two men during this period, one was Mrs. Joan and the other Mr. Dick.

Of course, both of them made generous moves, 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 a decent life in Beckland." Mrs. Gahra smiled sincerely, but Lewis always felt that she was showing off.

"Who is this?" Lewis looked at the man beside Mrs. Gahra, trying to skim the topic of income.

"My brother Peg." Mrs. Gahra raised her chin gracefully:

"He was a regular employee of the Bakerland Stock Exchange and was paid four pounds a week. Perhaps, at today's dinner, he can go further in his relationship with Miss Windsor. ”

Mr. Peg straightened his back suddenly, and he emphasized, in a slightly high-pitched voice, "Not four pounds, but four pounds and ten sules!" ”

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