On the outskirts of West London, a terraced house with a garden.
The servant stationed outside the ornate iron gate saw a carriage slowly approaching.
The carriage wheels suddenly stopped, and a gentleman alighted, wearing a top hat, clad in a black suit, and carrying an exquisite gift.
With a broad back and a straight posture, he walked precisely as if he were in a military parade, a stance that clearly showed he had served in the army.
Upon recognizing the gentleman's face, the servant quickly walked up with a smile, first taking the gift from the man's hand, then bowing slightly.
"Superintendent Clemens, Viscount Hastings has been awaiting you for some time," he said.
Clemens adjusted his upright collar and nodded, "Kindly lead me to him."
Guided by the servant, the two walked through the garden path into the villa's sitting room.