Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 77 4 Pounds 10 Soles
Boom!Boom!Boom!
While Lewis was still lamenting the death of Miss Joan, there was a knock on the door of the detective agency, and he pictured the person standing outside the door.

He was an old gentleman with gray hair on his temples, a slightly thin face and dark blue eyes.

"Wait, how did he get here? If I remember correctly, this is Mr. Wisdom Eyes." Lewis thought to himself, "No, in real life, I should call him Detective Essinger Stanton."

"Come in." Lewis calmly picked up the newspaper on the table and tasted the almost cold black tea.

Although he was a little disappointed that there was no business coming to the door, he had to entertain Detective Isengard when he came to visit.

Detective Eisinger pushed the door open and saw Lewis. He took off his hat and said:

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

"Please take a seat, Mr. Isengard. I will answer your questions without hesitation if I can really help." Lewis smiled faintly. Isengard probably didn't recognize him. After all, most of the extraordinary people attending the party hid themselves very well, and he was the same.

"It's like this, Ms. Joan Yarlin is dead. I heard that you accepted this lady's commission earlier, right?" Isengard put his hat on the coat rack, then sat opposite Lewis and asked the question.

"Yes, that poor lady's husband was kidnapped first, and then she met with another accident just as her husband was rescued by the police. It's really pitiful." Lewis sighed, looking regretful.

"I want to hear more details about this case. I heard that Ms. Joan's husband once commissioned you to investigate his affair." Eisinger Stanton said with a smile.

Lewis narrated the entire process, from when he accepted Ms. Joan's commission, to when he went to find Mr. Dick, and finally to when Mr. Dick asked him to investigate Ms. Joan's infidelity after he was rescued.

Of course, whenever there were extraordinary events, he would take the initiative to skip those events or replace them with other excuses to prevent Isengard Stanton from discovering the abnormality.

Isengard Stanton kept smiling, and he quickly found the key point from Lewis' description.

"I think it's no accident that Ms. Joan cheated on her husband, and it's no accident that Mr. Dick got kidnapped. If you know a little more information, you'll know that Mr. Dick bought shares of anthracite company in his early years. As the price of anthracite skyrocketed, he became a real rich man with real assets of more than 9,000 pounds!"

"He's reminding me that there's something else going on!" Lewis frowned. He could sense a tone of boasting in Isengard Stanton's voice, like a senior detective pointing fingers at a rookie detective.

He really loves to show off. However, Mr. Eisinger is indeed a capable detective since he was able to guess the truth about Mr. Dick's kidnapping just from my description.

Lewis sighed. He really didn't expect Mr. Dick to be so rich. You know, the annual income of a middle-class person is only 100 to 1000 pounds.

Nine thousand pounds of assets are enough to make many people crazy.

“Thank you for your advice,” Lewis said modestly.

"You're welcome, but the truth of this case is not as simple as you thought. Fortunately, you didn't continue to investigate." Detective Eisinger smiled with satisfaction, and seemed to like Lewis' flattery.

Lewis sent Detective Isengard out. In fact, he also knew that this case involved extraordinary powers. Not only that, he knew more than Isengard.

It's a pity that in order to pretend to be an ordinary person, he can't show off like the other person.

……

In the evening, Lewis dressed up and went to 13 Ort Street, Ms. Windsor's home. He put on his hat, took his cane, and rang the doorbell.

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
As the ringing of the bell echoed in the house, a mechanical bird with an unattractive shape appeared above the door. It was only the size of a palm, with gears and other parts exposed. It kept nodding its head and making a sound similar to that of a cuckoo.

After more than ten seconds, a young woman in a black and white maid dress opened the door and asked, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

"I'm Lewis Harvey, a private detective living at No. 19. I'm invited by Miss Windsor to attend the dinner tonight." Lewis took off his hat and saluted slightly.

"Welcome, Detective Lewis." The young woman in a black and white maid dress forced a smile and welcomed Lewis in.

Lewis always had a feeling of forcing the girl to smile. He walked into the house and examined the layout.

At this time, desserts, meals and other items had been laid out on the first floor of Miss Windsor's house for visitors to help themselves.

Of course, there was also the essential red wine for the dinner and a not-so-professional violinist.

"Miss Windsor is so extravagant. Even among 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 from the extraordinary people, he could earn more than 300 pounds a year. It was a pity that he had never enjoyed such a luxurious banquet.

“Mrs. Gahra.” Turning around, Lewis saw a lady wearing a pearl necklace and pearl earrings.

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

I have to admire Mrs. Gahra's performance. She is obviously a lady in her thirties or forties, but she wears so many expensive ornaments and gorgeous clothes.

It seemed that Mrs. Gahra was the protagonist of this dinner tonight.

"Mr. Lewis, how is the business of the detective agency recently?" Mrs. Gahra was surprised for a moment, then she showed an elegant smile.

"The business is not very stable. It should barely reach the standard of 3 pounds a week." Lewis replied. In fact, he had only accepted commissions from two people during this period, one was Mrs. Joan and the other was Mr. Dick.

Of course, both of them were generous, 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 live a decent life in Backlund.” Mrs. Gahera smiled sincerely, but Lewis always felt that she was showing off.

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

"My brother Peg." Mrs. Gahera raised her chin gracefully:
"He is a formal employee of the Backlund Stock Exchange, with a weekly salary of four pounds. Perhaps, at tonight's dinner, he and Miss Windsor will be able to take their relationship a step further."

Mr. Peg straightened his back suddenly, and emphasized in a slightly high-pitched voice: "It's not 4 pounds, it's 4 pounds 10 soli!"

Lewis felt a little embarrassed. This pair of siblings were quite similar in some ways.

(End of this chapter)