When Watson and Mrs. Hudson got home in Baker Street. Saw Sherlock Holmes was sitting downstairs reading a book for the first time in weeks. He hadn't smoked a heavy pipe like days ago. But even so, his face was still languishing.

"Welcome ... home."

Holmes's smiling words faded as he noticed the unusual. A young man rose from his chair, examining the wrinkles on Mrs. Hudson's shirt. Including the laces are torn on the wrist.

"What happened?"

"John and I went to the bank. And then ..."

Mrs. Hudson looks at Holmes's caring gaze and tells the story of a bank robber. She was taken hostage by the leader of the robbers. Then Watson came to help her and took out all the robbers.

"Oh, Mrs. Hudson, you must be terrified." Holmes consoled the landlord and patted her back. Before throwing his hand towards the chair,

"I'm going to make some hot tea for you, Mrs. Hudson; please sit and have some rest. Watson, come and help me."

Watson followed Sherlock Holmes to the kitchen, where Mrs. Hudson cannot see or hear what they are talking to.

"You were shot."

Holmes said, looking at the silver-hair man standing still expressionless. When Mrs. Hudson recounts that the robber fired a gun towards Watson, luckily, it misses. Holmes's keen eyes saw a truth unknown to others.

"The bullet slashed away. But it's completely gone," Watson said in a flat voice.

"Let me see," said Holmes.

Watson opens his coat, revealing a red blood mark on his white shirt on his left side. Holmes reached out to touch the color of the blood that had begun to turn dark. This was the only evidence that Watson had been hurt, even though he was indifferent.

"Because like this, you don't take off your coat." Holmes smiled awkwardly. This was another anomaly he noticed when they returned to the house. Because if Watson takes off his coat, Mrs. Hudson will see the bloodstains.

"Being shot like this is not like you. Next time, be careful. Don't get hurt," said Holm in a voice that sounds like a plead. Then reached a hand to pat his partner's shoulder.

"Thank you for protected Mrs. Hudson. You made a very good decision to assess the situation."

Watson reconsidered Holmes's words that his movements while dealing with the robbers really didn't smooth like himself. Perhaps because the identity of a man wearing a hat distracts him.

"Holmes ... I met a man who ... looks unusual."

Watson tells the story of the man in the hat he met during a bank robbery to Holmes. The black-haired man turned his gaze interested. Because if Watson thinks it's 'unusual', that means that person is really interesting.

"He's a little taller than you, black hair, black eyes, and a mustache. I can't see his face clearly, but I think he's older than you. But less than Mrs. Hudson. Both methods of observation, analyzing the robbers' nature, and the words he used make me think of you. Holmes."

"You think that man very much the same as me," grinning said Holmes. "From the way you told me ..."

"Sherlock! You have a guest. Sherlock ...! "

The voice of Mrs. Hudson's shouting interrupted the couple's conversation. Upon hearing that, a visitor came into Sherlock's eyes shone brightly, thinking finally there was a customer hire.

"Watsons keep making tea and brews more for the guests too."

Watson looked at Holmes's happy face and decided to keep what they were talking about. He arranged the tea as ordered, thinking that Holmes knew the man who was wearing the hat as well?

In the living room, a man waited in a pompous manner. The reddish-brown hair is neatly combed to the back and looks well with a light-colored suit. He is someone who can be described as the center of attention. It was as if he could bring all eyes on himself no matter where he moved.

"Hello, I am Sherlock Holmes, and he is my partner, John H. Watson." Holmes graciously greeted the guests.

The man sitting stood up, shaking hands with Holmes in friendship but still reserved. The visitor's gaze looked at a young detective with ้horrible eyes. Before looking at Watson, whose expression was still flat, difficult to read the feelings. Before introducing himself,

"I'm Griswald Armstrong. Good to meet you, Mr. Holmes."

Holmes smiled politely, inviting the first customer in a long time to sit When the man named Griswald sat down, he immediately started talking.

"The business that I came today is to wants Mr. Holmes to find someone for me."

"Who is it?" Sherlock Holmes asked, in his mind, thinking that the job of finding someone would mean looking for an unknown person. Or someone near him disappeared.

"He's my cousin, Wainwright Armstrong, age 28, a lawyer. He had a lot more reddish hair than mine and was slightly taller. He is one of the Armstrong family's successors, same as me. He had been out of contact for at least three to four days. I was slow to know because he rarely returned to the Armstrong Family Mansion. Often going to sleep over a second or third house, acting quite dissolute rakish. The last time I knew about it, Wainwright went to an abandoned building near North Swandam Alley."

Griswald names an alley near the north marina, on the east side of London Bridge. Holmes nodded in response with a contemplative expression in a place where all kinds of abuses include liquor stores, drug addicts, and homeless people.

An acquaintance mysteriously disappeared ... That reminded Holmes a letter of help he received was also a case of a nearby person disappearing as well. Even if the two missing people have nothing to do with each other, it is considered that the case of the missing person is in a row.

"Mr. Griswald, have you informed the police or posted a post in the newspaper? And what are the reasons why Mr. Wainwright disappeared? "

"Cause ... it's his personal matter or about our Armstrong family, I'm still not quite sure. As for calling the police or posting lost people, I didn't. I am not going to do anything that will cause the Armstrong family to become disreputable or humiliated. Mr. Holmes, have you ever heard of the Armstrong family?"

"I can say I know quite a lot of things," said Holmes and turned to his partner standing next to "Watson, could you pick up the A-category record."

Holmes was referring to a book he wrote, collecting information on people and stories over the years.

"You have a good helper, Mr. Holmes," said Griswald when Watson walked out of the room to pick up the record. "The assistant has a lot of effect on work. If you get skilled people to help you get things done very smoothly."

"Yes, I think so."

Soon Watson returned with a record. When Holmes asked him to read it. Watson then read Holmes's handwriting in a flat voice.

"Armstrong family. An old family was famous for export business. Many generations of leaders work in public service or legal work. Trading work will be the duty of members, including both legal and illegal trading. The family motto is 'Two in one' 'has a V symbol, representing a distinctive family feature. There will be two descendants of the leader of the clan. And will be selected from a capable descendant, not the oldest child by tradition. The duties of the two heirs who inherit the leadership will work together to build the family's reputation and wealth."

"Yes, that's about it." Griswald smiled calmly as Watson finished reading about his family. Even the parts that recorded that they had been doing dark business still responded with an undaunted expression.

"Wainwright and I are the current Armstrong leaders."

"If the cause of Mr. Wainwright's disappearance is not personal, but it is about the Armstrong family, or is it an internal problem?" Holmes questioned with a severe expression. A large family that holds power and property but has two leaders. Who knew that this tradition would always be the same?

"I have never had a personal problem with Wainwright. We respect each other's individual rights. As long as it does not affect the Armstrong family, our status is equal. And most importantly, our Armstrong family will not allow internal conflicts. Everyone in the family lives for the family."

Griswald responded immediately. Every time he spoke of his family, his tone and expression were filled with pride and raised to be more important than his own life.

"Although I don't know if he has a personal problem or not. But Wainwright had enough respect for the clan that he didn't bring personal matters to the family in trouble. The disappearance of the leader of the clan was a massive blow to its reputation and appearance. So I chose not to tell the police but to asks you, Detective Sherlock Holmes."

According to Griswald, he would weigh Wainwright's disappearance as being caused by outsiders who had conflicts with the family, not internal disputes or personal problems.

"If someone kidnaps Mr. Wainwright, is your family currently having a conflict with someone? Or is there any reason to have to be Mr. Wainwright? "

"As you know, my family is doing many businesses. There are quite a few people offensive or jealous ..."

Griswald Armstrong stopped talking and remained silent for a while. That solemn face showed a lot of pondering. Finally, when he uttered the first words that were said to be,

"Excuse me, Mr. Holmes. Please close the windows and lower the curtains. Including check that no one will be eavesdropping at the door as well."

A request that looked strange, but Griswald's eyes were earnest. Holmes raised his head to meet Watson's eyes. Finally, the young man nodded, a signal for his partner to act accordingly. Watson walked over and covered the windows and curtains. Then, when he opened the door to show that no one was listening outside, he closed the door.