"Admitting it so quickly takes all the fun out of it,"
The flames roared, turning the living room as bright as day. Holmes sat cross-legged on the sofa, puffing on his pipe, his brow deeply furrowed. "Can't you resist a bit harder?"
"Is there a need?" Gilbert Wilkin retorted. "I don't like to waste time."
"How am I to enjoy the pleasure of breaking down a criminal then?"
Touching his slicked-back hair, Holmes seemed troubled. "Mr. Giuseppe, on the other hand, is quite satisfactory. Not only is he a qualified tenant, but also a qualified criminal. The deductions I wrack my brains for receive effective feedback. I like people like him the most."
Standing to the side, Giuseppe Diaz started breathing heavily again, feeling as though he was being played. But with no evidence and fearing an outburst, he didn't dare provoke the two Lingguai (Spirit Puppets).
So he chose to stay silent.
"I won't give you the chance to stall for time."
