Bruce handed the Paper Crane to Ernest.
Ernest placed the Paper Crane on the table and took away Julius's Notes.
Dexter looked at the Paper Crane. Something so ordinary-looking probably would not involve any powerful occult mysteries. The notebook earlier had touched on a little of that, but it had been manageable and had not driven him into a frenzy.
Dexter grasped the Paper Crane. This time, instead of fragmented images, he saw a definite location: beneath a hazy veil of mist, damp flagstone streets, people heading home in twos and threes, and a row of peaked houses.
These were all ordinary features of Walkervis's streets. He needed to see something more specific, such as a house number or a shop name.
Only once they knew the precise location would the Night Watchers have a chance to find and capture those Gray-Robed Men.
"101 Eisen Third Street, Punkson Department Store. Those Gray-Robed Men are there. They went inside."
Finally, through his painstaking observation, Dexter spotted a number and a shop name he could identify with certainty. He opened his eyes, put down the Paper Crane, and announced the location.
Dexter touched his nose. This time, thankfully, there was no nosebleed.
"Punkson Department Store."
"All Night Watchers, move out! Make sure you apprehend those two!"
At Ernest's command, the Night Watchers in the room immediately departed, vanishing without a trace. Their speed was astonishing. Ernest glanced at Bruce, his meaning clear: he needed Bruce to join this fight.
Bruce nodded and immediately set off with Ernest.
Dexter was suddenly the only person left in the room.
"Wait, where did everyone go? You just left like that? Aren't you going to discuss a plan first? Isn't anyone going to look after me? I'm very weak right now. Could you spare a thought