<div style="text-align: justify;">It was smoky, dark and noisy that night in the Tricky Mister. Jonathan Irons was seated at the end of the bar, enjoying a laugh with some of the regulars. A large group of sailors, fresh in from a tour in the Philippines, joked and shouted amongst themselves. They seemed unaware of the local pickpockets gathering in the shadows, awaiting their chance to swoop in and part them from their money.<br/><br/>It seemed like half of the town was in that evening, with one notable exception. Jonathan was happy to see that the shady fellow who usually held court in the back of Tricky Mister was nowhere in sight. The mood in the place was noticeably lighter, thanks to his absence.<br/><br/>Despite the crowd, Jonathan noticed when the bartender gestured towards him, apparently in answer to a question. He had to lean back in his bar stool, in order to see who the bartender was talking to. <br/><br/>The person saw him looking and walked straight up to him. Jonathan stood up to greet the man, sniffing a case. And he was right on the money. The man's name was Colin Watson, and his master had been murdered. For whatever reason, he didn't want to go to the cops, and had preferred to find someone who could do the job unnoticed and bring the murderer to Justice. He had the names and addresses of a few suspects, which he passed on to Jonathan.<br/><br/>Leaving the man with a promise of a solution - and his bill to pay -, Jonathan left the bar and made back to the agent. "Kids?", the man called out the minute he unlocked the door, and before he even set foot in. "Anyone there?".</div>