"It seems Mr. Victor has indeed had a hard time recently," he said. "When you return, please relay a message from me to him. As long as I am at Scotland Yard, my promise to him remains in effect. Whether as a junior in police work or as an admirer of this legendary European detective, my appreciation for him has never wavered."
The coconut tree just buried his head and stirred the coffee in front of him with a spoon. The creamy milk blended with the strong black coffee as he stirred, tinting the pure black into an indistinct shade of brown.
"Mr. Hastings, I've also heard about that incident in Liverpool. Although the boss says you are very much to his liking, at this sensitive time, it's too early to talk about switching sides. You were lucky to leave Liverpool safely, but that doesn't mean the boss is lucky enough to leave Paris without trouble."
