The most fearsome thing is not encountering eye-catching cases!
But if someone could inform him right after they occur—a headless corpse discovered in Whitechapel, a mysterious death in a backstreet hotel, a sailor found stuffed into a sack and sunk in the dock...
Then he, then he...
Then David Lewis would be the equivalent of having a hen that lays golden eggs!
Moreover, not only would he know about the cases immediately, but he might even be able to get into the crime scene!
Get into the morgue!
Even attend the preliminary hearing!
From now on, as long as David Lewis shows his face on Fleet Street, the deputy editors of all the newspaper offices wouldn't kneel to invite him for a drink?
Excited heart, trembling hands, as Lewis thought about this, he felt invigorated.
He subtly sat forward a bit: "Since you've previously served in... uh... the government department over there in the East District, surely you still have quite a few friends there now?"
