Ledley nodded slightly with reluctance and said, "Yes, it's me."
The man raised an oyster shell, slurping the juice into his mouth: "No need to call me sir, just call me Jones, or if you prefer, call me Breden. We've been on equal footing for a long time now, you're a Police Superintendent, and so am I, there's no superior-subordinate relationship."
Although Jones said this, how could Ledley dare to agree, especially at this moment, he wouldn't dare to be negligent towards this officer who had been loyal to Sir Arthur Hastings for the past three years.
"When I was a patrolman at Whitechapel Police Station, you were the Chief of Police. Later, when you got promoted to Police Superintendent of Tower Hamlets, I went with you as your secretary. Although I later had some luck and climbed slightly faster than you, moving to the Police Intelligence Department, how could I display my seniority in front of you?"
