Harrison, upon hearing these words, felt like a frostbitten eggplant, utterly unable to lift his head.
Over the past few months, he had believed that all his misfortunes stemmed from the young Scotland Yard detective before him, only now did he realize that the conspiracy was deeper than he had initially thought.
Harrison covered his head, desperately trying to recall those in the know, but no matter how much he thought, the only emotions that emerged besides anger were helplessness.
It was then he sadly discovered that among those who knew the inside story, there seemed to be very few he could afford to provoke.
Harrison's expression was a complex mix of emotions, but Arthur didn't even bother to look up, methodically cutting his veal steak on the plate.
