Ledley held the wine bottle slightly trembling, then quickly regained his composure: "Sir, you must be joking. With our friendship, there's no need to say 'help' with such words. But I'm naturally dull-witted, so it's always best if you can explain everything clearly. You see, the matter with the Fifth Department isn't too big nor too small; if I can help, I will definitely give my all."
Arthur seemed to jest casually: "Ledley, when did you become so cautious?"
Ledley's smile remained unchanged: "Sir, when under someone's roof, one must learn to bow their head. You haven't been around these years, so you might not know, Scotland Yard isn't the Scotland Yard of the past anymore."
"Humph!"
Arthur suddenly slapped the table, startling Ledley.
"You think I don't know? Ever since I left, Rowan has been reorganizing Scotland Yard, weakening my influence, which I'm of course aware of!" Arthur's fingers gently tapped the glass: "However, do you think he's cleaned it thoroughly?"
