At dusk, outside the row houses on the outskirts of London, Inspector Clemens, with scabs on his right cheek, stood in the drizzle, holding a gift in front of the ornate iron gate.
Although this was not his first time at this location, it was the first time he felt so nervous.
He flashed a compensatory smile at the gatekeeper and said, "Do you remember me?"
The servant scrutinized him carefully and nodded with a smile, "Of course, Inspector Clemens. Are you passing by today, or have you come specifically to visit Viscount? I recall the Viscount did not inform me of your visit today."
Clemens forced a smile, then pulled out his wallet from his pocket and handed over both a banknote and the gift.
"I know Viscount Palmeston is always busy, but please inform him now that I have an urgent matter to discuss with him."
The servant accepted the gift and tucked the banknote into his pocket, giving a slight nod, "Please wait a moment."