Today was wednesday. Mr. Albert also reminded Shade that, for safety's sake, he should not contact both people on the note on the same day. As long as he finished the matter before the end of the week, it would be fine. Therefore, Shade could still follow his original plan and use what remained of the afternoon to deal with Freeman Hawthorne.
As for the whereabouts of the man who had just emerged from the "haze" of amnesia, Shade once again sought out Military Intelligence Section Six's contact, Mr. Cooper, the reporter codenamed "Boatman" who worked at the Sunday Review Newspaper.
"Oh, you can just go directly to the Parsifal Club."
When Shade met Mr. Cooper at the newspaper office, the latter was "writing up" an article about an aristocrat's affair. Seeing Shade arrive, he set down his pen and invited him to have a drink at the tavern next door:
"It's wednesday afternoon. He'll definitely be at the Parsifal Club."
"You seemed to say the same thing last time. Does Mr. Hawthorne really have nothing else to do in his daily life?"
Shade asked with a smile. Still preoccupied with how to embellish the affair article, Mr. Cooper scratched at his dangerously thinning hair:
"When his ancestor defected to Kasonlik and pledged loyalty to the Anjou Royal Family during the Old Continent's Civil War, he had already finished all the work Freeman Hawthorne would need to do in his entire life. He's an aristocrat, after all. It's not strange. So even if he drops dead from illness in a few years, no one would find it strange. Freeman Hawthorne's daily schedule is quite simple: he's either at the Parsifal Club or inspecting his gang businesses. He actually spends very little time at his own estate."
Shade nodded to show