The elderly man sitting in the wheelchair listened to Richard's words, his eyes flickering as if discerning the truth from lies. After a long pause, he slowly put down the gun in his hand and said softly, "Sherlock that guy... huh, alright, what help are you seeking from me?"
Richard didn't beat around the bush and responded directly, "Sherlock has a clock that you made; its case is made of a special silver-white metal. I wonder if you remember it. I need some of that metal now for some research."
"The silver-white metal of the clock's case?" Lawrence spoke, "Are you referring to Tosso Silver?"
"Tosso Silver?" Richard blinked, "I call it Balasi Silver or Metal Palladium. But it doesn't matter; I think we are talking about the same thing, and I indeed need it. If you, Master Lawrence, have enough of it here, I hope you can help me by giving me some."
