Albers kept his eyes fixed on Arthur as he said those words.
When he saw that Arthur still wore a warm smile, his eyes brimming with sincerity without the slightest trace of frustration or resentment, the detective was puzzled.
Doesn't he care at all that I beat him to it?
Impossible!
We're both working on the same case, aren't we?
Even if he doesn't care about the case itself, surely he cares about his reputation?
Albers put himself in Arthur's shoes.
Just imagining a newspaper reporting that a "detective" was no match for a "Medium" made him restless. But Arthur?
Under Albers's gaze, Arthur took out the strip of cloth bearing the words "Help me" and the unsigned letter.
"I meant to tell you about these earlier."
"But you left too quickly."
"I'd like to question Lammit and Gilt. You're welcome to observe."
Arthur extended the invitation to Albers.
Immediately, the detective felt a surge of shame.
Arthur was not only sharing his clues, but was also willing to let him observe.
And what had he done?
He had acted alone and tried to get ahead at every turn.
Am I being too selfish?
With that thought in mind, Albers declined Arthur's offer-he was interested in the two new clues, but his pride as a detective prevented him from accepting them without reservation.
Of course, more importantly, he believed these two clues would not change his final conclusion.
Arrogant, but still decent.
At least he still knows how to feel ashamed.
Arthur thought silently.
Albers was observing Arthur.
Arthur was observing Albers as well.
Clue after clue began coming together in Arthur's mind.
Without a doubt, Albers was a detective of some renown in Rosh Castle, but compared with the detectives Arthur remembered, he fell considerably short.
To be precise,