Bang, bang, bang!
Rough knocking echoed at the Detective Agency's entrance. Klein, who was helping Dunn handle recent business that morning, looked up and said, "Shall I go down and take a look? It might be a new client."
Dunn nodded, signaling for Klein to go down.
Why doesn't anyone know how to ring the bell? How rude. The knocking was deafening. Muttering to himself, Klein quickly went downstairs and pulled the door open.
However, when Klein saw the visitor, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.
Before him stood a dark-skinned man from the highlands with deep-set eyes. He wore a black coat and a silk top hat, but he looked more like a beast than a gentleman.
Klein made no attempt to conceal the puzzlement in his voice. "Who are you looking for? Is there something you'd like to hire us for?"
The visitor made no attempt to conceal his expression either. He merely swept a cold gaze over Klein and asked, "You're Sherlock Moriarty? This is your agency?"
He knows my name? He's not here with good intentions. Klein muttered inwardly, then said, "That's right. How should I address you? Is there something you need to hire us for?"
The man nodded, somewhat stiffly. "I want to hire you to find someone."
"Please come inside so we can discuss the details. My colleagues are all in there, and they might be able to help with your request." Klein raised a hand, gesturing for the strange client to follow him inside.
Yet the visitor's voice remained cold. "No need. The person I'm looking for is Ian. Ian Wright-I believe you know him."
He briefly described Ian's appearance, ending with that pointed remark.
Klein considered it for a moment, then shook his head. "I'm sorry, but I can't accept your