They all call me master

Fake check!

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

These two things are enough to make James tempted!

Maltz guessed in his heart, looked at Arthur, and spoke the address of the painter's apprentice in a low voice.

"No. 10 Clara Street, Docklands - I had people guarding there last night."

Maltz's purpose was quite simple, he was worried about another accident with the gold and silver jewelry of his partner at No. 44 White Bird Street.

Arthur, who already knew the arrangement of his partner, smiled and nodded - if you want to have enough time, you need a partner.

Of course, it's still a long way from living a leisurely life.

Maltz must continue to grow!

You are just over 50 years old, don’t keep thinking about retirement, it’s your time to shine!

His grandfather is 72 years old, and he is still commissioned to go out to ‘remove spirits’!

Arthur sighed while searching for memories about this neighborhood in his memory.

Thankfully, the predecessor has been there.

And, in a way, it was really impressive.

Different from the shacks where most coolies stay in the dock area, there is a neighborhood close to the sea, but far away from the busy port. In that neighborhood, most of them are one-and-a-half-story buildings with various shops, and the living conditions are better than those in Sisi Port. There are so many of them, it can be regarded as the first choice for small and wealthy people in the dock area.

Moreover, there are quite a few self-proclaimed painters, sculptors, writers and the like living there.

It seems that the seaside has inspiration and inexplicably attracts such people.

I went there out of pure curiosity.

Then, disappointed.

The painters there mostly painted strange things.

The sculptures made by the sculptors there are also difficult to understand.

The things written by the writers there are even more obscure and difficult to understand.

When the predecessor asked why the paintings were so strange, he was scolded for not understanding art and was kicked out - because of this, the predecessor has a deep memory.

But to Arthur, none of this mattered.

The important thing is that the dock area, No. 10 Clara Street, is very consistent with Arthur's inference about Jenkin when he first met him - it was not only Elon's residence, but also the place where Jenkin had hidden before.

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

And what could be more suitable than your own residence?

Especially when the neighborhood where the residence is located is home to a group of eccentric artists, it’s perfect.

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

After Jenkin came out, it naturally became an excellent place to store things. According to Arthur's inference, the small gold and silver jewelry at No. 44 White Bird Street and the paper and ink used to make fake checks must have been there. It's all there!

As for the small gold and silver jewelry at No. 44 Baitiao Street, all disappeared in the fire?

impossible!

From Elon's perspective, the fire had devoured the bodies of Jenkin and Jondis and burned all the clues. The valuable gold and silver jewelry next to them were picked up for free.

The other party won't want it.

What about Arthur?

Naturally, most of them were taken away without markings, leaving a small portion that could be easily remembered - making everyone think that all these gold and silver jewelry were burned.

Of course, if there is enough time, then tie this small part of gold and silver jewelry with explosives, prepare kerosene, place it on the right hand of Jenkin's body, and then light the explosives to make everyone who sees the scene mistakenly believe that Although Jenkin killed Jondis, he did not expect that Jondis laid a trap and was eventually killed and burned.

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

Just like this, Arthur, who was talking anxiously, did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he gestured to Maltz and walked straight into the villa.

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

The sergeant believed in Arthur, and his trust in Arthur even exceeded Arthur himself.

He knew Arthur must have a complete plan.

What about him?

Of course it will be fine if you cooperate.

At this time, Simon began to lead the patrolmen to inspect the scene for the last time, and then brought the physical evidence, body and murderer back to the police station.

Maltz leaned forward and whispered.

"Bring the owner of the 'Haite Furniture Store' back soon."

"Yes, Sheriff."

Simon immediately sped up.

Immediately, Will Cos, who originally needed to be questioned, was released on the spot.

But the young man felt that he might as well be taken away by the police. Thinking of the embarrassing behavior just now, the young man was so autistic that he huddled in the corner, and his toes kept clicking in his shoes.

Linda Camille noticed it and came over.

"Will, I want to talk to you."

"Um."

The young man nodded timidly.

After Arthur noticed that Old Butler Er waved his hand to a servant in the corner, the servant followed him calmly.

It was obvious that the old housekeeper was cautious accordingly.

Similarly, the old butler did not forget his previous promise to entertain the two.

"Definitely next time."

"I'm a little tired today...

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

A wry smile appeared on Arthur's face.

The old housekeeper immediately showed a look of understanding.

"There are some facts that we need to face after all - the owner has made it clear that the door of No. 22 White Bird Street will always be open for you, and you are welcome to come at any time."

"I can't make any more promises about No. 2 Kirk Street. I hope you can understand. After all, I am only the youngest in the Kratos family."

Arthur looked apologetic.

The old housekeeper immediately shook his head.

"You've done enough."

The old butler sent Arthur and Maltz to the door of No. 22 White Bird Street. When Arthur boarded the carriage, an envelope was quietly placed in Maltz's pocket.

"I hope you can treat Dr. Cermi fairly and fairly."

"certainly!"

The sergeant smiled and nodded.

He knew exactly what the other party wanted from him.

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

However, after getting on the carriage, Maltz handed 90 gold tickets to Arthur, leaving only 10 gold tickets for himself - this was the previous agreement, if he did not contribute, it would be 19 points.

But Arthur handed Maltz another 10 gold tickets.

"You will help later."

Arthur emphasized.

"That has nothing to do with you, Arthur..."

"related!"

Arthur said softly.

At the same time, I added something in my heart.

‘Charge it to my grandfather’s account. ’

Arthur advocated fairness and justice, and then the young 'psychic medium' handed the cage containing Pendragon to Maltz.

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

Arthur didn't speak, but wrote it in his hand.

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

Get back the paper and ink first.

Then, go pick it up again, and this time you have to show a slight flaw on purpose - whether it's anger or annoyance, but you have to let James know that the paper and ink are lost.

And it's not easy!

Although Lum is a bastard, he is not an idiot.

If you want Rum to take the bait, it must be the same as the truth. Let Rum believe that everything is as he expected.

Of course, such conditions were not available before.

But now with ‘Haite Furniture Store’ it’s different.

A perfect and reasonable excuse, enough for James to witness.

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

Maltz looked at Arthur, and they both stretched out their fingers to write in each other's palms.

In one stroke, an identical name appeared in their palms.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The next moment, the carriage door opened and closed.

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

Only Maltz's soft words were left, with pauses from time to time, as if he was listening to Arthur's suggestions.