Fake checks!

Or to be precise, the paper and ink used to make fake checks!

These two things are enough to make Jaime tempted!

Guessing in his heart, Maltz looked at Arthur and lowered his voice to give the address of the painter's apprentice.

"Docklands, 10 Clara Street — I had people guard it last night."

Maltz's purpose was quite simple, he was worried about any more accidents with the gold and silver ornaments of his partner, No. 44 White Bird Street.

And Arthur, who already knew the arrangement of his partners, was smiling - if he wanted to have enough time, partners were indispensable.

Of course, there is still a lot of distance from spending a leisurely life.

Martz must continue to grow!

I'm just over 50 years old, don't keep thinking about retirement, it's time to shine!

His grandfather is 72 years old, and he was entrusted to go out to 'remove the spirit'!

Arthur sighed as he searched his memory for memories of the neighborhood.

Thankfully, the predecessor went there.

And, in a way, really impressive.

Unlike most of the coolies in the docklands, it is a neighborhood close to the sea, but far from the busy port district, where most of the buildings are one-and-a-half storeys and a half, with all kinds of shops, and the living conditions are much better than those in Port Sis, which can be regarded as the first choice for small bourgeoisie in the docklands.

Moreover, there are quite a few people who call themselves painters, sculptors, writers, etc.

It seems that the seaside has inspiration, which inexplicably attracts this kind of people.

The predecessor went there out of sheer curiosity.

Then, there was a big disappointment.

The painters there painted mostly strange things.

The sculptures made by the sculptors there are also incomprehensible.

The writers there write things that are even more obscure.

When the former asks why he draws things so strangely, he is reprimanded for not knowing art, and then he is kicked out - because of this, the predecessor has a deep memory.

But for Arthur, none of that mattered.

Importantly, the docklands, 10 Clara Street, is very much in line with Arthur's assumption when he first met Jenkin that it was not just Elon's residence, but also where Jangelin had been hiding.

In the previous 'fake check' case, Elon had to 'notify' Jenkin in time if he wanted to 'control the time' just right.

And what could be more suitable than your own home?

Especially when the neighborhood where the residence is located is inhabited by a group of maverick artists.

Of course, in order to hide better, the one-and-a-half-story building must have facilities such as a basement.

And after Jenkin 'came out', it naturally became an excellent place to store things, and according to Arthur's deference, the small gold and silver ornaments at 44 White Bird Street, as well as the paper and ink used to make fake checks, must have been there!

As for the small gold and silver ornaments at 44 Shiratori Street, all disappeared in the fire?

Impossible!

In Elon's perspective, the fire had consumed the bodies of Jenkin and Jondis, burning all the clues, and the valuable gold and silver ornaments next to them were picked up for nothing.

The other party will not want to.

Arthur?

Naturally, the vast majority of the unmarked ones were taken away, leaving a small part that was easy to be remembered - making everyone think that all the gold and silver jewelry was burned.

Of course, if there is enough time, then the small part of the gold and silver ornaments is tied with explosives, kerosene, placed on the right hand of Jengin's corpse, and then ignited the explosives, so that everyone who sees the scene mistakenly thinks that although Jandis killed Jondis, they do not think that Jondis has set a trap and is finally blown up and burned.

Standing on the shoulders of giants, Arthur has seen so much.

It was as if at this time, Arthur, who was talking anxiously, did not leave in a hurry, but gestured to Maltz and walked straight to the villa.

After seeing Arthur's gesture, the sheriff immediately lost his anxiety.

The sheriff believed in Arthur, and even trusted Arthur long beyond Arthur himself.

He knew that Arthur must have a complete plan.

And he?

Naturally, it's good to cooperate.

At this time, Simon began to take the patrol officers to inspect the scene one last time, and then brought the physical evidence, the body and the murderer back to the police station.

Maltz leaned over and whispered.

"I'll bring back the owner of the 'Haidt Furniture Store' in a moment."

"Yes, Sheriff."

Simon immediately picked up speed.

Immediately, Will, who had to be asked. Kos was released on the spot.

But the young man felt that he was not as good as being taken away by the police, and the thought of the humiliating behavior just now, the young man was so self-contained that he curled up in a corner, and his toes kept snapping in his shoes.

Linda. Camille noticed it and walked over.

"Will, I'd like to talk to you."

"Hmm."

The young man nodded timidly.

Arthur noticed that the old butler of Orr waved his hand at one of the servants in the corner, and the servant followed quietly.

Clearly, the old butler was correspondingly cautious.

In the same way, the old butler did not forget his previous promise to entertain the two.

"Next time, definitely."

"I'm a little tired today......

Some of the news was a bit too shocking even for me. ”

Arthur had a wry smile on his face.

The old butler immediately looked understanding.

"There are some facts that we will eventually have to face – the master has made it clear that the doors of 22 Shiratori Street will always be open for you, and you are always welcome to come."

"I can't make more promises about 2 Kirk Street, I hope you will understand, after all, I am only the youngest of the Credos family."

Arthur looked apologetic.

The old butler shook his head at once.

"You've done enough."

The old butler sent Arthur and Maltz to the door of 22 White Bird Street, and when Arthur boarded the carriage, an envelope was quietly placed in Maltz's pocket.

"I hope you will treat Dr. Chermi fairly and fairly."

"Of course!"

The sheriff smiled and nodded.

He knew very well what the other party wanted him to do.

This is within the rules, and of course the sheriff will not refuse.

However, after getting into the carriage, Maltz handed Arthur 90 of the golden tickets, and kept only 10 golden tickets for himself - this was the previous agreement, if he did not contribute, it would be 19 points.

But Arthur handed the 10 golden ticket to Maltz again.

"You'll help in a moment."

Arthur emphasized.

"That's nothing to do with Arthur either......"

"It's related!"

Arthur whispered.

At the same time, I added a sentence in my heart.

It was written in my grandfather's account. ’

Arthur focused on fairness, and the young 'medium' then handed over the cage containing Pendragon to Maltz.

'I need to get the paper and ink back in advance. ’

Arthur didn't speak, but wrote it by hand.

Immediately, the sheriff knew what Arthur was going to do.

Retrieve the paper and ink first.

Then, to fetch it again, this time deliberately showing a little flaw—anger or annoyance, but let Jaime know that the paper and ink were missing.

And it's not easy!

Lum is a jerk, but he's not an idiot.

If you want to get Rum to take the bait, you have to be the same as the real thing, and you have to convince Rum himself that everything is as he expected.

Of course, such conditions were not available before.

But now with the 'Haidt Furniture Store', it's different.

A perfect and reasonable excuse for Jaime to see for himself.

However, in the follow-up plan, a key candidate is needed.

Maltz looked at Arthur, and both of them stretched out their fingers at the same time to write in each other's palms.

One stroke at a time, a completely identical name appeared in the palms of each one.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The next moment, the carriage doors opened and closed.

The whole process took less than a second, but Arthur had already disappeared into the carriage.

Only Maltz whispered words, with occasional pauses, as if listening to Arthur's advice.

(End of chapter)