Taking a hired carriage, Angel arrived at Minsk Street in Cherwood Borough.
It was a small street within a residential area. Both sides resembled the Red Rose Street where she lived—more precisely, the side of Red Rose Street facing the Tussock River. They were all rows of two-story houses, with matching bay windows on either side of the first floor and large balconies partitioned off on the second.
There was a small mailbox outside 15 Minsk Street, with a notepad and pencil hanging beside it. They had presumably been prepared so this detective would not miss any commissions while he was out.
Angel knocked on the door first. There seemed to be no movement behind it, and she sighed inwardly at her bad luck before picking up the notepad beside the mailbox to leave a message.
At that moment, the door opened. A man with a thick beard poked his head out. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that did not suit such a rugged beard, a short-brimmed hat convenient for movement, a white shirt, and a black vest. He looked curiously at Angel, who stood below the front steps holding the notepad and pencil.
Angel was surprised to realize that she had met this detective before.
Or rather, she had seen him many times already.
"Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"
"That's me," replied the lucky man who had repeatedly appeared at Eye of Wisdom gatherings and claimed to have dealt with a Mid Sequence enemy for just 400 pounds. "What can I help you with?"
At Mr. Moriarty's invitation, Angel entered the living room and quickly surveyed the furnishings. The house did not look large from the outside, but it was deeper than it was wide, so its actual floor area was not small. The living room and dining