"The apparent dance was very strange. Bonnard, as the organizer, had never appeared in the dance hall. And I was the first to arrive at the dance hall, but the dance had already started, and the band had been playing music. Even though the dance floor was empty. The people who came to the dance hall after me seemed to be accustomed to this. They started dancing directly after arriving at the dance hall, and the waiters also started walking through the dance floor carrying items for trading. "
Agnes tapped her fingers on the table lightly and nodded.
"But these are nothing." Vicente sighed, and then said: "I found another thing that concerned me. I found that in the middle of the dance, eight people left the ballroom one after another, and I don't know where they went. , the time difference between them leaving would not exceed ten minutes. After the four dances, they returned to the dance hall, and then some left directly, and some returned to the dance floor to dance."
"And no more than five minutes after they returned to the dance floor, an explosion occurred in a room on the third floor." Vicente said with a frown.
Agnes tapped her finger on the table and paused. She raised her head and asked Vicente: "Do you think this explosion is related to the eight people who left?"
Vicente shook his head and said, "I'm not sure. But one of the people who left made me care a little."
He looked at Agnes and paused for a moment.
Agnes raised her eyebrows and looked at Vicente doubtfully. Vicente smiled and spoke again: "That was a lady, wearing a long black dress, with elegant manners and excellent dancing skills. She had a rose brooch on her dress, and the pattern on the brooch I saw it once on the Silver Rose."
"The figure and dress of the man dancing with him looked familiar to me. After they left, I thought about it for a long time before I finally remembered that it was Bernie Ste, the leader of the Ste Brothers."
"It seems that this lady has a close relationship with Mr. Ste." Agnes said with a smile, stirring the coffee in the cup with a spoon.
Vicent put his hands on the table and said slowly: "What makes me more concerned is that this lady probably does not have a very good relationship with Bernie Ste."
Agnes put down her spoon, laughed, and said, "Who knows."
Vicente did not speak, his eyes were fixed on Agnes and he did not speak.
Agnes picked up the coffee and took a sip, and said: "Okay, Mr. Poirot has told me so much, what does he want to entrust me with?"
Vicente did not answer, but just retracted his gaze from Agnes, looked at his hands and asked: "Miss Boethia, aren't you curious who this lady is?"
Agnes smiled softly and said: "You want to say, that person is me, right? Since you already have your own ideas, no matter what I say, you will first look for it in my words. Details that prove your own ideas.”
Vicente raised his head, glanced at Agnes, and said after a long time: "Miss Boethia, you really don't look like a bounty hunter."
Agnes leaned back in her chair, looked at Vicente with a smile, and said, "You are wrong. Bounty hunters do not rely entirely on force."
"To be honest, Miss Boethia, you look more like a lady born into the upper class than a bounty hunter. I'm very curious, why would you give up your luxurious life to become a bounty hunter?" Wei Senter asked looking at Agnes.
Agnes curled her lips and said with a smile: "Mr. Poirot, I think we are not familiar enough to communicate about our past without any barriers."
"Sorry," Vicente said without sincerity.
"Mr. Poirot, when you said you wanted to entrust me with something, it was just an excuse," Agnes folded her hands on the table, looked at Vicente with a smile and said, "You just think that I am like The lady you met at Newlyn Manor yesterday just wanted to check if there was anything wrong with me."
Vicente raised his eyebrows and said, "How could it be, Miss Boethia, you misunderstood."
Agnes curled her lips and said, "So Mr. Poirot, what exactly do you want to entrust me with?"
"I would like to ask Miss Boethia to protect me as I go to Art Street," Vicente said.
Agnes picked up the cup and drank the last sip of coffee left in the cup, looked at Vicente and smiled.
"Do you want to go to Mr. Bernie Ste for verification? But if you go to Art Street with me - are you sure you don't have the intention of sending yourself to the door?"
"How about I just help you kidnap Mr. Bernie Ste? Then you don't have to go to Art Street to ask." Agnes said with a smile.
Vicente couldn't maintain his expression, and the muscles on his face couldn't help but twitch violently.
"What do you think, Mr. Poirot, do you think this is a good idea?" Agnes looked at Vicente with interest and asked.
"Miss Boethia, now is not the time to joke." Vicente reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth and said.
"Mr. Poirot, I'm not kidding." Agnes held her chin with one hand and said with a smile: "As long as you pay me enough, I can make it happen for you."
"How about it? Think about it, M. Poirot."
Vicente said: "It seems that you are very confident in your own strength, Miss Boethia."
"Of course." Agnes said with a smile.
"But Miss Boethia doesn't seem to be very willing to go to Art Street?" Vicente looked at Agnes and said slowly.
Agnes found it a bit funny and lost her patience. She raised her hand and tucked the loose hair behind her ears, and said, "It seems you still want to visit Art Street."
"I can accept this commission, but the reward is either 350 gold riso, or you tell me how you investigated the leather drum."
"How about it? Do you accept it?" Agnes asked.
Vicente rubbed the side of the coffee cup in his hand and nodded.
"Okay, then the deal is done." Agnes reached out her hand. Vicente was stunned for a moment, then reached out and gently held Agnes's fingertips.
"I hope Miss Boethia won't find me offensive before," Vicente said.
Agnes was noncommittal. She raised her lips and asked, "When will Mr. Poirot go to Art Street?"
"After lunch," Vicente said.
"Okay, I understand, I will come to you when the time comes."
Agnes nodded, picked up the hat she put aside, and stood up.
She took two steps, then turned to Vicente, who was still sitting in his seat, and said: "Mr. Poirot, I will give you a piece of advice. Go to the church to pray as quickly as possible, and tell the bishop what you have found out. , this is for your own safety."
Vicente raised his eyebrows, looking a little confused. He looked at Agnes, as if waiting for her explanation.
Agnes ignored him and walked out of the coffee shop.
