THIEF OF BREAN (VOL-1)|✓

THE CHAOS OF SILENCE- V

The visitor was Major Giles Branners, a military officer appointed by the General to assist Carl in his investigations.

They greeted each other at Carl's door. "Nice coat," he said referring the hooded tawny brown fur coat of the Major worn over his livery coat. It looked pricey. Carl suspected it to be real wolf.

"Thank you," said Giles, removing his military hat and running his hands across his cropped ginger hair. "Posh fur isn't it? It was a memento from the Governor, at my 20th service year, which was last year by the way."

Great wolf lover, isn't he? Carl chuckled drily. The Major grinned in response. His grin stayed intact as he joined Carl down the levels of the living area. "I joined the forces at fourteen," he added proudly.

"So valorous of you, Mr Branners," said Carl. The Major laughed in joy.

Carl moved to the desk in the middle of the sunken floor and began to put back his sleuthing stuffs into his suitcase one by one. He was a tad irked that he could not complete with his cleaning. They said that people slept longer in cold. Certainly, that was not the case with folks in Neve.

Giles's gaze roamed curiously over the many things present on the table. "What is this?" he asked, picking up the spyglass.

"It's a spyglass—one of the recent inventions in the Iren Countries. This was one of the first ten pieces bought by the LEA. One of them was given to the well-known LEA officer, Kurt LaMorte. You must have heard about him, he is my superior. He gave it to me as he had retired from the job, as a memento."

"Oh, what is it used for?"

"For spying."

Carl detailed him the usage and Giles was fascinated. He put a sad face when he returned the thing back to the sleuth. "I really wish we could have these given to our personnel patrolling the boarders. It would be of great help during the snowfall you see."

"You need not be disappointed, Major. The time I had been in Isaac, a bill on the same had been passed by the state council and approved by the President. There is a high possibility of the military receiving these things by the end of winters."

"That is wonderful news, Detective," he said in delight. "It's surprising that the newspapers did not mention anything about it."

And at that moment, Carl found himself wondering if it was the times he had spoken too much.

"You talk too much, you lose too much." LaMorte's voice ringed in his head.

Giving Giles a tight lipped smile he placed the spyglass back in its case. "Then you shouldn't be making a news until it is confirmed. We don't want to get into unnecessary troubles."

Giles agreed to him solemnly. Leaving the kit with things necessary for fingerprint lifting out, Carl packed the rest of his suitcase. And before Giles would probe into it, he himself had explained its purpose of the items used in the process.

"You are actually saying me that we could find the culprit by using the fingerprints he left behind? Like a cat after she had spilt the milk?"

"Yes, just like that."

"Good gracious!"

Looked like Giles was someone who got fascinated by things too easily. A humble man though.

"I need to take a look at the in and out registries of the Sentinels across the camps... of about a month," Carl told him.

Giles looked confused. Yet, he agreed. Carl was certain that the military officers had tried everything they could to look for a killer outside, but had entirely shunned the possibility of having one amongst them. Carl put on his coat and tucked his hat, ready to leave.