"Arthur, I heard you've taken on another job recently?"
"Who did you hear from? Alexander or Heinrich?"
"Both, neither of them are the type to keep secrets well. Alexander likes to be straightforward and doesn't bother with intrigue; Heinrich is much better than him but, you know his mouth, he only considers carefully when he's short of money."
Arthur took out a matchbox and lit a cigar, leaning against the lamppost by the roadside and took a puff: "I'm naturally busy; without some work in hand, my heart always feels empty. The diplomat job isn't like what we do at Scotland Yard; there's always leisure time, and working hours are the minority. Fortunately, Mr. Victor thinks highly of me and invites me to sit at his place; I've taken his francs, so I have to help him solve the troublesome things. Taking money from others to relieve their hardships, in my hometown, this is considered a basic moral of being human."
Louis took the cigar from Arthur's hand and lit his own.
