On Tuesday morning, Klein woke up naturally, prepared himself two slices of toast, a piece of butter, a portion of bacon, and a cup of coffee, leisurely reading the newspaper while having breakfast.
With the terrifying charm "Filthy Language," he felt much more at ease and was no longer as tense as before.
Rustling, Klein finished reading the "
"At two o'clock this morning, there was a fierce gunfight in Red Brick Lane, East District. According to the police, this may involve a conflict between two gangs, one of which is the notorious Zman Gang."
Zman Gang... Red Brick Lane, East District... Klein suddenly had an idea. He left the table and fetched a map of Backlund.
Just a glance told him that Red Brick Lane was not far from White Ram Street, and
Red Brick Lane is where Ian Wright is hiding? The fierce conflict was between the special department of the military and intelligence agents from Intis? I wonder how it turned out... Klein forked the last piece of bacon, put it into his mouth, and chewed slowly.
He had only "told" both sides about his divination yesterday morning, and they had located Ian's position that very evening. Their efficiency was impressive.
Taking a sip of coffee, Klein put down the newspaper and fell into thought.
Suddenly, he heard the doorbell ring, echoing continuously.
"Who is it?" Klein wiped his mouth with a napkin and walked to the door with puzzlement.
Could it be a new commission? I've been running around so much these past few days because of the Intis embassy matter that I've missed countless commissions and lost potential clients... It's a waste of my advertising money... If this continues, my finances will be tight... Klein thought of many things and opened the door.
Outside stood two ladies. One was Mrs. Summer, dressed in morning wear, quite formal. Her face had delicate makeup, making her look more beautiful than at home, not at all appearing around thirty. The other lady wore a wide-brimmed hat with a fine black mesh veil, with dark and voluminous clothing.
"Detective Moriarty, my friend hopes to receive your help." Staelin Summer held her hat in her hand, her blue eyes devoid of any smile.
"Please come in." Klein pointed toward the living area and, taking the opportunity, fastened the top button of his shirt and adjusted his black vest.
Staelin nodded slightly, didn't say anything more, and led the veiled lady into the room.
She was very familiar with the place and easily found the sofa without Klein's guidance, sitting down.
Klein was about to ask questions immediately, but considering Staelin Summer's style, he still asked with a smile:
"Coffee or tea?"
In his eyes, Mrs. Summer was a lady who pursued quality of life and sought to demonstrate her superiority everywhere.
"Not necessary." The other lady removed the wide-brimmed hat with the fine black mesh veil.
Her facial features were decent individually, but together they were disappointing. Additionally, her cheekbones were too high, making her look older than her actual age.
A bit of anger, a bit of sadness, a bit of hesitation, a bit of fear... Klein read the lady's emotions.
This wasn't that he had suddenly gained audience abilities, but that she was expressing herself too obviously.
"Yes, neither coffee nor tea can solve the problem." Staelin tried to sit with more grace, imitating magazine poses. "This is Mrs. Mary Gale, a shareholder of the Coim Company."
"Mrs. Gale, what commission do you have?" Klein sat on the single sofa, leaning forward slightly with his arms resting on his thighs.
"Don't call me Mrs. Gale; just call me Mary." Mary Gale bit her lip and said, "I want you to follow my husband and confirm if he has a mistress. Preferably, get solid evidence."
Thanks to the active promotion of the Church of the Goddess of Night over the years, the kingdom of Loen had more radical marriage laws than countries like Feysac, Intis, and Lemburg. It stipulated that those who betrayed marriage must pay a financial price, meaning they would be at an absolute disadvantage in property division.
I heard that for other private detectives, at least four out of ten commissions are about extramarital affairs... I didn't expect to encounter one too... Klein considered and said:
"Solid evidence isn't easy to obtain."
"I'll lend you a brand new portable camera." Mary replied without hesitation. "If you can get evidence, I'll pay you 10 pounds. If it's just confirming whether there is a mistress, you'll only get 3 pounds."
You mean the portable camera that's about two-thirds the size of my head? 10 pounds is not a low price... Klein had been paying attention to entrepreneurship recently and knew about the latest cameras.
He hesitated for two seconds and said:
"Okay."
"But you must provide detailed information about your husband and his routine."
"...No problem!" Mary was stunned for a second, then said as if gathering all her strength.
"Thank you for your help. I hope you won't tell anyone about this." Staelin added beside her.
Hearing this, Klein sighed and said:
"I am a person with strong confidentiality principles. I often get into trouble because of it."
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In the hall of Count Wolf, men and women danced to the melody of the violin.