Jane arrived at the club where, a couple of days ago, one of the women who once worked here had fallen victim. A place where Agnes Holloway worked. She noticed a bald man make his way to the front of the entrance, and he offered a bow.
"I am Mr. Fletcher. I heard you wanted to talk to me about something?" Mr. Fletcher inquired, who was the manager of the club.
"I am Jane Reinhart, a detective who is working on the scarecrow case," Jane introduced herself with a bow, and the man bowed back.
"Would you like to come in?" Mr. Fletcher asked, while Jane observed the place and the people walking around. Women especially gave her a look of disdain, which she brushed away.
"No," Jane replied, not knowing if the person in question would be inside. She said, "It isn't going to be long. I just wanted to ask you about one of the employees who works here."
"And who would that be?" Mr. Fletcher asked with curiosity.
