The officer paused slightly at the mention of the name, his pen hesitating.
He looked Lewis up and down, seemingly assessing who this man, with the appointment with Sir Arthur, might be.
Nevertheless, rules are rules, so he opened the thick registration book and dipped his pen in ink.
"Name?"
"Da... David Lewis."
He tried to make his English pronunciation sound less impoverished.
Although his hometown of Kent County wasn't like York, Lancashire, Cornwall with heavy accents, to those genuine upper-class gentlemen, the elongated vowels, drawling, and blurred consonants of the Kent accent still carried a noticeable rustic taste.
When arguing with people, Lewis often found himself ridiculed: "Judging by your accent, you're clearly a country parish pauper without formal education."
But actually, Lewis's concern was quite unnecessary at Scotland Yard.
