Lammit and Gilt exchanged bewildered looks.
Things were not unfolding as they had imagined!
This "detective," Albers, seemed... not particularly bright!
Lammit's gaze toward his younger brother Gilt filled with anger and reproach-it was this brother who had told him Albers was an excellent "detective," and this brother who had assured him that, if Albers came to Oak Manor, he would send that bastard and his assistant packing.
But now?
He actually wanted to investigate their father's cause of death!
Could Lammit possibly not know how his father had died?
He had died of illness!
There was no question about that!
Lammit snorted and turned toward the drawbridge.
Gilt maintained his smile and gestured for Albers to accompany him-but no matter how one looked at it, the lord's second son wore a stiff smile.
"Detective" Albers's carriage went ahead, with Arthur's party following behind.
Inside the carriage, Scott remarked with feeling.
"This detective really is a good man, just as the rumors say-though he has an odd temper!"
"You've heard of this detective?"
Fontel looked surprised.
As a former wastrel and a model of idleness, Fontel considered himself well-informed. Surely nothing that happened in South Los could escape his notice.
"'Detective' Albers is from Rosh Castle, which is a long way from South Los. You have to pass through the Inner Bay to get there. I wonder what brought this detective to South Los.
"Could there have been some major case we don't know about?"
Scott grew excited as he spoke.
As a reporter, he was always chasing news. That pursuit had also given him the habit of gathering more information, which was how he had learned of "Detective" Albers in faraway Rosh Castle.
"A major case?"
Fontel's eyes lit up, only to dim a moment later.
The wealthy young