"If I had known that they were two handsome gentlemen, I would not have hired you by letter."

In the cafe, a noble lady dressed in a well-dressed manner looked at the detective and assistant sitting opposite her, her eyes full of fiery eyes.

"Ahem...the information you provide is detailed enough to ensure that you can take the photos you want as soon as possible."

Donald, who was sucking coffee, almost choked by the coffee, coughed twice, picked up the camera provided by the other party from the table, and said repeatedly.

"Don't hurry, take your time. If you have the chance, will you have time to discuss your follow-up ideas with me tonight?"

The lady in her thirties raised her eyebrows, which was a naked hint... no, it was explicit.

She wants it all!

So the two hurriedly lowered their heads to drink dry coffee, saying that they would use money to do things and would never waste time!

When I got outside, no matter how many years, I was away from the cafe first. The lady might have developed a strong revenge because of her husband's actions.

If you continue talking, something will happen.

"Where do we go to find Mr. Griffin, the Opera House or the underground tavern in the city of Puston?"

Donald tried to take pictures with his camera. In order to ensure that he could record critical images, he had to prepare in advance.

The entertainment activities of the nobles are naturally different from ordinary people. The opera house that Donald knows is one, and this underground tavern is equivalent to a club in his previous life, and is specially opened to these upper-class people.

"All of them are wrong. What we want to take are special photos. Do you think you can take them in these public places? At least in the event of outsiders, Mr. Griffin needs to maintain his reputation. Only when he thinks it is completely private will he start to indulge. As far as I know, there is only one place that can satisfy this behavior."

He picked up the paper and put it in front of Donald, pointing his finger at the place where Mrs. Greeve often wrote out in advance.

Private drink party

A noble or capitalist who has never held a private cocktail party cannot be said to be a person with status and status, because from a cocktail party alone, it can be seen that the organizer's financial resources, connections, etc., people with insufficient strength will not dare to hold such cocktail party, which will only add to the joke.

This kind of activity is different in size. Sherlock is naturally talking about a small cocktail party. There are not many people participating in this type of activity. Most of them are a few "like-minded" friends gather together to study things that everyone likes, and it is considered a small fellow party.

Some people like ships, some like exquisite statues, and some like pocket watches.

Mr. Griffin's hobby is dedicated and simple - women.

Needless to say, the nature of the private reception he participated in was a little bit more. Mrs. Griffin also mentioned it in the cafe, and there will be a reception in this regard today.

For private cocktail parties with desire as the theme, although there may be only 3 to 5 males in the private cocktail party, there will definitely be no shortage of women.

As there are too many people, people need to arrange the cocktail party and prepare for the fruit and melons and food.

In the evening of that day, two people wearing uniform waiter costumes appeared at the back door of a private residence with five others.

The camera was placed in the bag they carried with them, and there were also two guns inside. As for the hidden knife, cane and other clothes, they were left in the office.

This is the central area of ​​Puston City, and people who live here are either rich or noble.

"How did you find a way to let the agent introduce us to a private reception here?"

If you want to participate in today's cocktail party, they must go through an agency. This type of cocktail party is not an ordinary venue, and it is difficult for strangers to participate directly.

"Gateway? I just told him that we were friends of the host of the party and wanted to give him a surprise, and then only need a gold pound confidentiality fee, the other party believed it... In fact, I think it would be enough to give 1 shilling."

The agency is only responsible for finding someone to help with the cocktail party.

Whoever goes, whoever doesn't.

After all, it's just their words.

The organizers of the reception would not care who the waiter was, and their noble status would not allow them to remember these trivial little people.

Soon someone opened the door and saw that he was probably a person like the butler.

"The party starts in the evening. What you have to do now is to arrange the venue as quickly as possible..."

It should be that I have held many such cocktail parties, and the housekeeper has a lot of experience, from the venue layout to the smallest time period to the dishes being served.

Since the reception had not officially begun, Mr. Griffin did not show up, and the two were busy in the venue, with them a male waiter and two female waiters.

The three of them probably knew each other, and they were talking and laughing while managing the venue.

"There are fewer and fewer gatherings recently. Do you know where hotels are short of people? I think maybe I have to find a stable job as a waiter."

A female waiter was putting a plate of dried fruit on the table, as if she had remembered something, turned around and asked everyone.

"So you have this feeling, I thought I discovered it. I could have been to help at least 5 cocktails a week, and this week only has three today.

Another waitress immediately replied with a similar feeling.

"It's normal. You should have heard of the recent disappearance of a girl. Those big guys are worried. How dare you let your daughter go out at night? There is no need to hold a cocktail party without a lady. Haven't you noticed that the recent cocktail party has been changed to the evening? Oh, this one is an exception, after all, it's special..."

When she heard the girl's disappearance, Sherlock, who had been urging her to eat snacks, and Donald, who had been urging him, immediately raised his ears.

"You guys say, when will this case be solved? It's almost three weeks until today. The police station doesn't even have a decent explanation. If this continues, we may be unemployed. But I heard that the murderer is becoming more and more rampant. Will even be arrested in the future?"

Sherlock intends to bring this topic, but there are still some debris on the corner of his mouth that have not been wiped clean.

"Who said no...I didn't wipe it clean."

With a word, she winked at Sherlock and whispered that he quickly wiped his mouth clean.

"Don't worry, you won't catch men, and we don't have to worry about these two ladies."

The male waiter next to him smiled mysteriously and his tone was very firm.

I put on a look of coming and asking me, this is the show, I am ready to make a comeback.

"It seems that this gentleman must have known some information that others don't know. No wonder I thought you were not simple when I saw you at first. If I change into a black windbreaker and wear a silk top hat... Detective, I'm sure you have such talent!"

Looking at Sherlock who was still wiping his mouth with his cuffs on his back, Donald learned a lot of flattery in order to make his boss happy recently.
Chapter completed!