"This is Sir Arthur Hastings. Speaking of which, both of you are stars in the police community, except one of you serves Paris while the other serves London."
In the midst of the ball's dazzling lights, an intermediary introduced Arthur to Henry Jissoke, the Police Chief of Paris.
In fact, from the moment he stepped into the banquet hall, Jissoke had already noticed this young man who stood out in the crowd.
Perhaps it was the discerning eye honed over two years as Police Chief, Jissoke always had the ability to pick out potential criminals or legitimate ones from a crowd.
And Arthur, clearly belonged to the latter.
The firm law supported his upright posture, and his sharp gaze seemed to be evaluating not the elegantly dressed guests, but a group of prisoners who might fall into his grasp at any moment. The smile at the corner of his mouth during conversations made him appear humble, but in reality, it was all a facade, for a policeman would never truly open up to his target.
