Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 124 The Search for the Man
Forsyth flipped through the calendar on her desk and took a pen to check off the date of the coming full moon.
She made up her mind that as soon as she heard the horrible murmurings, she would chant the name of the Fool and go to the gray mist to spend the unbearable time of pain.
”Life is full of expectations ……” She closed the novel in her hand and was about to turn off the gas lamp with its iron grill set in the wall.
Just then, Forsyth’s eyes blinked and she saw an infinite gray mist, a tall figure residing within a majestic old palace, and a man praying with devotion.
The voice reached her ears, and she nearly jumped, her heart filled with surprise and joy:
I have been searching for years for the formula of the “Master Juggler”, and I found it just like that?
I have participated in so many different gatherings of extraordinary people, but never had a clue to the formula of the “Master Juggler”, but I found it just like this?
And it hasn’t even been a week since I made the request!
This, this is the Tarot Society …… is really not comparable to ordinary extraordinary gatherings! With a burst of emotion, Forsyth held back his excitement and elation and responded cautiously:
”Mr. ‘Fool’, is that formula true?”
”Yes.” The ‘Fool’, who was looking down from his high-backed chair, said flatly.
Fools clenched his fists violently, quietly waved them twice in small circles around his waist, and spoke with little deliberation:
”That is Mr. ‘World’, isn’t it?”
”Please tell him that I will look for the items he needs as soon as possible.”
When the gray mist cleared and it was all over, Voorhees was stunned for two seconds and stood up with difficulty containing his excitement, pacing back and forth in the room.
Sun field, with purification and exorcism as its specialty …… I’ve only encountered it twice before, but it was bought by someone else, and the other party may not be willing to offer it again …… Well, at the party convened by Mr. A, Hugh invited a person who is an “Eternal Sun”. At the party called by Mr. A, Hugh invited a follower of the “Eternal Sun” to do a purification and exorcism ceremony, and he is at least Sequence 7, so he should have a similar item, or he should have relevant clues …… I just don’t know how much it will cost, although Mr. World has promised to make up the difference. Although Mr. “World” promised to make up the difference in price, but I may not be able to take out the part that needs to be advanced …… Forsyth gradually shifted her thoughts to her own financial situation.
She now has 370 pounds of cash on her person, mainly from Viscount Grelint’s premium payment for the “pharmacist” formula, and her bank account has 510 pounds of deposits, which adds up to nearly 900 pounds.
A similar item can cost up to 2,000 pounds for an expensive one, or 500 or 600 pounds for a cheaper one, which may not be the type Mr. World needs. …… If I find the right thing, and I don’t have enough money, what do I do? Take out a bank loan, or look for a loan with a higher interest rate, and as long as it goes well, when Mr. World pays the difference, my debt will be easily paid off. …… Perhaps I could borrow from Miss Audrey for a few days; she has never cared for money, and would certainly not charge any interest! …… Forsyth quickly had a package solution.
Just then, Hugh, who had taken advantage of the late night to go outside to exercise his fighting ability in a secluded place, returned to the rented two bedroom apartment and saw that Foerth s room was still lit, so he knocked on the door and asked:
”Are you staying up late to write the beginning of your new book?”
”Uh, Folth, you seem happy that the publisher raised your pay?”
”No, no, no.” Foerth was stunned for a moment and piled up a smile, “I just received a message, a clue to the suspected ‘Juggler Master’ magic potion formula.”
”Really? You finally waited for it!” Hugh was completely oblivious to Voorhees’ hidden abnormality.
Seeing his best friend happy for himself, Voorhees couldn’t help but let out a secret sigh:
I’ve become a member of a secret organization, and from now on I have to bear the fate of hiding and deceiving my friends at all times ……
Is this one of the prices?
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On Saturday morning, Klein once again visited the inventor Repard on Saatchi Street in the St. George district.
Because the patent for the pedal car had not yet been applied for, he just paid the final payment of 20 pounds, urging the other party not to rush to find someone to talk about subsequent investment and cooperation before actually getting the patent.
In this regard, Leppard agreed, he had two previous inventions is based on the same factors were pitched – in the patent before, was contacted by a potential investor to understand the product, and was kicked away, watching the other side of the staff to buy, and preemptively obtained the patent.
After leaving Repard’s house, Klein arrived at Eisinger Stanton’s slightly gloomy and dimly lit house in the Hillsdon district at the scheduled time.
Today was the date on which the reward for the serial murder case had come down!
Passing through the living room and into the same sitting room as before, Klein saw Caslana and Stuart, two of the more familiar detectives, and sat down next to the latter.
”Sherlock, how much bounty do you think we’ll get this time? It shouldn’t be less than protecting Ataru. Of course, I don’t do much work and can only share a limited amount, Rossel the Great said, you get what you put in.” Stuart clenched his fist against the beard at his chin position.
Klein guessed with interest:
”A few hundred pounds for the more, maybe, and not less than ten for the less.”
And I am that much …… if Eisinger Stanton is as reputable as he describes himself …… Klein added in his mind oil.
At that moment, Eisinger, with graying sideburns and a face thinned to the point of contour, wearing a white shirt and brown vest, and carrying his trademark pipe, entered the sitting room, where the fireplace was blazing, sat down in the easy chair that belonged to him, and smiled:
”Ladies and gentlemen.”
”I’ve just returned from the Birkeland Police Department, where they recognized our contribution as a vital aid in solving the case.”
”Although we weren’t involved in the subsequent roundup, we still get half the reward.”
”That means we’ll split £1,000 cash!”
”That’s a pretty hefty bounty in Birkeland, too, and a single detective would have to sleep on the streets for four or five years without eating or drinking to save it.”
The atmosphere in the sitting room suddenly became relaxed, and the anticipation of their own bounty overflowed everywhere.
Even Crane was no exception, and he was guessing how much Eisinger would divide among himself.
Hundreds of pounds at least? He murmured a wordless comment.
Eisinger sucked on his pipe, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said contentedly:
”Thank you all for your confidence in me, I will now make the distribution.”
”The one who contributed the most this time was Detective Sherlock Moriarty, he provided several thoughts and ideas that led us to the clues and put us on the right track, he’s a veritable expert in deduction!”
”This is something that Ms. Caslana can attest to, and I also still have a few letters from Detective Moriarty here for those who question it.”
Very fair Well …… surprisingly did not list himself as the biggest contributor …… Klein suddenly a little impressed with Eisinger Stanton, the great detective:
No wonder he was authoritative in the detective circle!
Seeing that no one raised any objections, Eisinger gently nodded his head and said:
”I declare the bounty on Detective Sherlock Moriarty is, three hundred pounds!”
With a roar, the detectives in the sitting room were exchanging words and whispering.
They looked up at Crane every now and then, as if they finally knew this excellent detective who had been praised by Mr. Stanton as an expert in deduction.
Truly a generous man, a fair man …… Klein opened his mouth and finally did not humble himself.
The second highest bounty was placed by Eisinger himself and Caslana, who each took 160 pounds, while the rest of the detectives relied on different contributions to divide the remaining 380 pounds, of which, the lowest had 15 pounds, which was equivalent to their usual three or four weeks of earnings, which was the benefit of a high bounty for a big case.
Getting 40 pounds Stuart was very satisfied, because he felt that he just did two days of observation, and the object of observation is not yet the suspect who later locked.
Of course, he had to pay some of this £40 out – the informants and helpers involved in the matter had to be taken care of in full.
After dividing the bounty, Stuart suddenly remembered something, and while pulling out a piece of paper from his pants pocket, he said to Klein:
”Sherlock, I’ve recently taken on a well-paid manhunt mission, mobilize your resources and keep an eye out for me, if I can find it, I won’t be missing your share.”
”Okay, no problem.” Klein replied without much concern.
Stuart handed over the piece of paper in his hand and said:
”This is the man that’s been missing for almost two weeks.”
”Because of his own association with indiscretions or some level of crime, the client doesn’t want us to seek police help.”
Klein nodded slightly and unfolded the paper, seeing a top-down black-and-white photograph:
It was of a man with his hair slicked back and a bit of dash in his formal manner.
He was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and his looks were of the showy type of handsome, but there was an unabashed arrogance in his brow, with a high nose and thin lips.
”By the way, his name is ……,” Stuart said after a moment’s recollection, “Emlyn White.”
Emlyn White …… Klein suddenly looked sideways at Stuart:
”Huh?”
Wasn’t that the name of the vampire who had been imprisoned inside the basement by Father Utravski?
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Inside Duke Negan’s mansion, Audrey, who had been invited to participate in the afternoon tea party, was slightly bored as she listened to her mother and Duchess Della and the others gossiping about something between the nobles.
Sweeping her eyes over the delicate three-tiered tray, sweeping over the chicly shaped muffins and cakes and other delicious items, feeling that she had indulged her appetite a bit lately, she just lightly lifted her teacup and took a sip of black tea.
After a while, she apologized for getting up and, accompanied by the maid, went to the washroom.
Just coming out of it, she met a tall, slender-browed, elegantly dressed middle-aged lady.
This was none other than Duchess Della’s sister, the wife of a hereditary viscount, Lady Norma.
After saluting each other, Norma looked at Audrey and lightly smiled:
”I heard that our beautiful maiden is interested in the occult?”
Mentioning the occult, could it be someone from the Psychological Alchemy Society, coming to test me? Audrey instantly shifted into her “mind reader” state, and answered with a lowered head in a not-so-smiling manner:
”Yes.”