Scott was not interviewing Arthur for the first time.
Also, given the nature of their relationship, the interview felt more like a casual chat between friends—it came to an end after Jenkins' wife's body had been taken care of.
"Is this going to be your new home?"
"If there's a salon or a banquet, you must invite me!"
Scott said, in the capacity of a friend.
"Of course!"
"However, I don't plan on living here regularly, maybe just occasionally on weekends—most of the time, I'll still be at No. 2 Cork Street.
After all, that's my home."
Arthur explained.
This was no lie.
No. 44 White Bird Street was nice.
But No. 2 Cork Street was safer.
With the myriad mechanisms installed by Old Charlie, Arthur could sleep soundly.
And at No. 44 White Bird Street?
I'm afraid he'd have to sleep with one eye open.
Of course, more importantly, Arthur felt that there was something inauspicious about No. 44—it seemed to harbor an ill omen.
"Home?"
"Is it because of Mr. Charlie?"
