The beginning of his private detective turned out to be a loss.

Just as Klein took off his coat and buried himself to clean up the mess, the doorbell rang suddenly.

He opened the door suspiciously, and saw Julian, the next-door maid in a black and white dress.

"Hello, Mr. Moriarty, Mr. Summer and Mrs. would like to invite you over to talk about the past." Julian said with a little fear.

When the question of compensation came up, Klein smiled and said, "Okay."

He changed into a clean coat and followed the maid to the next door. Luke Summer and his wife Starling Summer were sitting in the sand area of ??the living room waiting.

Luke, who was burly and with a beautiful mustache, stood up and stretched out his hand, and said with a low laugh, "Good evening, Mr. Moriarty, I just found out that you are a private detective. As a neighbor, you are really unqualified. "

"No, it's my own problem, because I don't know if I'm suitable for this industry, maybe I'll find another job sometime." Klein shook hands with the host and said, "I'm sorry about what happened tonight , I will make compensation."

"It was just an accident." Luke said in relief.

The beautiful Starling with golden blue eyes asked curiously: "Did you really kill an intruder? Oh, I know you want black tea, right?"

Klein nodded: "Maybe it's just a thief."

He didn't say that the matter stemmed from the entrustment he accepted, so as not to make the Summers and his wife feel bad.

Since the police didn't tell them, there's no need for me to make a fuss Klein silently added.

Luke Sammer smiled and said: "You must have excellent fighting ability. As a neighbor, I feel very safe. Maybe we will entrust you with something in the future."

Klein laughed at himself half-truthfully, "Actually, I was almost killed."

"No matter what, the final winner is you." Luke said.

After chatting a few words on this topic, Starling took a sip from the white porcelain inlaid gold teacup and said, "I'm curious, how many commissions and income can a private detective get in a week?"

Klein didn't hide anything, he laughed and said, "It depends on the situation. It's the same as when the farmland has good harvests and bad harvests. I earned 5 pounds 5 soli last week, but after what happened last night, maybe I will still lose money. .�

Starling didn't seem to hear the last half of his words, and said to herself: "If you can maintain this income, 5 pounds a week can allow you to have a pretty good life in Backlund in Jorwood District, and you don't need to divide it any more. Rent a room, be able to hire a maid to do chores, go to a concert every other week, or see a drama opera, play tennis or squash once a week, attend a reading salon, go to a nice restaurant To prepare for marriage, you need to save a little, and the weekly salary of 5 pounds is not far from the real decent."

"How much is the weekly salary needed to be truly respectable?" Klein asked cooperatively.

"7 pounds, at least 7 pounds." Starling raised her chin slightly.

Klein turned to look at Luke, and said casually, "I heard from your wife that you work for Coym Company, so I don't know what your main business is?"

"Anthracite and charcoal," Luke replied with a smile.

No wonder you can become a member of the Soot Emissions Reduction Association. Klein pondered for a while and said, "In Backlund, how much is the salary of the manager level? I read newspapers and magazines that rarely mention this."

"Haha, it depends on the industry, the company, and the specific position. The annual salary of the first manager of Backlund Bank is 5000 pounds, and I count the bonus, and it is only between 430 and 440 pounds." Luke said casually .

It's like a weekly salary of 8 pounds. No wonder Starling Summer complained before Klein had time to speak: "Actually, we can live in the suburbs, then I will have a garden and a lawn, and Luke will also get A stable, a brand new carriage and two young horses that he's been wanting for a long time, but it would cost him so much time commuting to and from work that it's all the more precious."

A new carriage and a horse cost about 100 pounds. A weekly salary of 8 pounds is indeed remarkable. Unfortunately, not long after my salary was raised, Klein could only smile at it.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, he said goodbye and left, secretly sighing:

Mr. and Mrs. Summer are still good people in essence. If they were mean landlords, if what happened tonight happened, they would have already deducted the fee and refunded the money, and told me to get out.

When he got home, Klein started working. He was not in a hurry to go above the gray mist to examine the warm current on the back of his hand, nor was he in a hurry to do divination, because he was worried that the special military department was still watching him secretly. JrNovels.com