Karen had a deep impression of these two people.
He had bumped into them when they were getting out of the taxi outside the Crown Ballroom. The woman in the gray skirt had even mentioned something about the "demon".
The man with the hooked nose waved his credentials in front of Karen.
Just as Karen was about to read what was on it, the man promptly put it away and took a seat.
Chief Duke stood at the doorway, observing the scene inside.
"Mr. Karen, first of all, congratulations on your recovery, and best wishes for a speedy return to health."
"Thank you."
Since the man with the hooked nose had laid his eyes on Karen, he had been scrutinizing Karen intensely-fingers, throat, and eyes. He was watching every small movement of Karen.
Unfortunately, what he didn't realize was that Karen was an expert in this field.
Given the experience of being "scrutinized" by Alfred that night, the hooked-nosed man didn't even hold his own.
