Outside 10 Clara Street, the two lookouts Dico had beaten black and blue were tied tightly together.
When Maltz stepped down from the carriage and saw this, he immediately snorted at James, who was still getting out.
"I can explain!"
"Believe me, Maltz!"
"I really can explain!"
The chief of Dort District repeated himself, but no one paid him any attention. They all headed into the house.
The sight infuriated the chief of Dort District.
He was angry at Arthur and Maltz's attitude, but even angrier at his two useless subordinates.
They had given him up so easily.
I hope Auben isn't that useless!
Don't leave too many traces for me!
James thought to himself.
James still had considerable faith in Auben-the man was his carefully chosen fixer, not only clever and ruthless, but loyal as well.
That last quality, in particular, was something he had tested several times.
So James believed Auben must have run into an unexpected problem while retrieving the special paper and ink for him, forcing him to kill someone.
James thought little of it.
Only one or two people had died. What was the big deal?
When did a day go by without one or two people dying in Dort District's factories?
As long as that "Medium" didn't get anything he could use against him!
What did that fellow mean?
Damn it, I have to find out what he meant!
Ideally, I'll get him to solve my problem for me!
Following behind with his head lowered, James's expression shifted constantly, a vicious gleam flashing in his eyes from time to time.
For James, who had come from a gang, forcing someone to comply was all too easy.
He had heard that the "Medium" still had a grandfather?
That would be a good pressure point!
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