Old Betsy and Annick got drunk at the black market bar. After drinking until about 7 p.m., they left the black market and returned to the branch.

Perhaps out of concern for his clerical duties, Annick never came to the branch at night. The gas lamp next to the branch was already on, and in the two-story office building, only the reception hall on the first floor and the patrol room next to it were turned on.

The two entered the office building. Patrolman Green, who attended his welcome party last time, was sitting in the reception hall, leaning on a chair, with the patrolman's dark blue felt hat covering his head. His left hand was placed on his stomach, and his right hand held the

Waist baton.

"Let's be gentle and let's go." Old Betsy took Annick back to the clerk's office on the first floor.

Returning to his familiar desk, Annick took out a piece of letter paper from the drawer and started writing a letter to Congressman Carter. Old Betsy took out the blank file paper on the table and began to make up a story.

Annick searched for words for polite hats in his brain in distress, and then wrote them on the paper in front of him. Opposite him, old Betsy was writing something quickly on the paper.

"Mr. Betsy, are you so skilled?"

"Little Annick, you have forgotten what I said this morning. In fact, no one reads these files. You can probably just write them down. Hurry up and let's go back early to enjoy the weekend."

While the old man and the young man were busy making up facts in the office, a dark figure opened the door.

"You two gentlemen are still here?"

Annick was startled, like a child caught secretly playing games at home by his parents, and turned his head to look at the door. A disheveled Green stood at the door holding a cigarette in his left hand.

"Today I took little Annick to go shopping in the black market at the dock. I met a little thief during the process. I dealt with it by the way. Now I'm back to fill in the file. I don't want to delay it until the weekend and delay the old man's rest time. Green still has cigarettes, give them to me.

Take one."

Old Betsy saw Green standing up and walking to the door, and gave him a wink when he passed by Annick's desk.

"And, here." Green took out a tin cigarette case from his pants pocket, took out one and handed it to Old Betsey.

"Let's go out and smoke, let's get some air, and don't teach little Annick to smoke." Old Betsy took one, and then took Green to the front yard of the branch.

After Annick finished writing the letter, he put the letter paper into a cardboard envelope. He wrote Congressman Carter's mailing address, No. 20 Maple Street, Kings District.

After searching for a long time, I found that there were no stamps in my drawer. I looked up and saw a roll of rolled stamps in the pen holder on the desk opposite.

Annick took out one. To send a letter to the same city, you only need the cheapest 5 French stamps.

The cover still shows the contemporary King Charles II. It is said that this monarch is bald but still has thick hair on the cover.

After affixing the stamp, Annick found some wax paint, baked it, and put it on the back of the envelope. He found the branch's official seal and pressed it.

After putting the letter in his pocket, Annick walked out of the office. Old Betsy and Green were still smoking in the yard.

"Mr. Betsy, Mr. Green, I'll go back first."

"Okay, remember we still have patrols tomorrow."

There is a large mailbox at the door of the police station. The mailbox in Bruguet Kingdom is painted red and has a double-layered iron shell. It has an opening for easy delivery.

There is also a large one-way opening flap underneath, making it easier to deliver larger packages. Annick stuffed the letter into the mailbox and walked back home under the dim streetlight.

Three days later, on Monday, Annick was dealing with daily official documents among piles of paper when there was a knock on the office door.

"Who, the door is unlocked, come in yourself." Annick did not raise his head. Monday had to deal with the work accumulated over the two days of the weekend, which was usually the busiest day for Old Betsy and Annick.

"Gah..." Patrolman Lum pushed open the door, and behind him stood an old man wearing a black tuxedo, a black bow tie and a white shirt, holding a black cane, and with snow-white temples.

"Please come in, Chief Annick is right here." After speaking, Lum left. The old man walked into the door and closed the wooden door behind him.

"Who are you?" Annick looked at the old man who seemed familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"Mr. Annick should have met me at Congressman Carter's banquet on July 9. I am the Congressman's butler Marlowe. Last weekend, the Congressman received your letter, saying that you found the lost necklace." The old man said slowly.

out.

"Oh, it's true. Last week, I ran into a thief who seemed to be selling necklaces with Sheriff Betsy next to me. I thought he looked familiar and was about to ask him, but he ran away and Miss Zun's necklace was also left behind.

at the scene."

Annick pointed to Old Betsy next to him.

"Mr. Marlowe, please sit down. What would you like to drink? Black tea, please?" Old Betsy stopped the pen in her hand and asked.

"No need to trouble you two, here is a letter of thanks from Councilor Carter and the reward offered. Mr. Annick, please confirm the letter and reward with your own eyes, and then return the necklace to me."

Marlowe sat down on the bench next to him, then took out a thick envelope and handed it to Annick beside the bench.

Annick looked at the envelope. It was much more delicate than the envelopes used by the police station. It also had complicated patterns. He uncovered the wax with Mr. Carter's personal seal, a thin piece of paper and a stack of ten pounds.

cash.

Annick quickly scanned the letter, which was basically a polite thank you. Annick put the letter paper back into the envelope.

He took out the missing necklace in his pocket and handed it to the old butler. The old butler looked at it carefully, then carefully put it into his pocket. Then he stood up and reached out to shake Annick and Betsey's hands.

"The congressman is very happy to make friends with these two wealthy gentlemen. You two can come to No. 20 Maplewood Street to hang out when you have time."

"Definitely." Old Betsy sent away Butler Marlowe with a smile on her face. Then she turned to look at herself.

Annick knew what it meant, so he took out three ten-pound notes from the envelope and handed them to old Betsy. After receiving them, Betsy happily blew the notes in her hand and said.

"No matter how bad your mood is, it will get better when you see Harold I's face. Why don't you take a look at how much is left in the envelope? I think having the personal butler deliver it in person should be more than the 100 pounds reward in the newspaper."

Annick took out the banknotes in the envelope and counted them. Fifteen ten-pound banknotes were inside the envelope.

"Really, there is still one hundred and fifty pounds in it. Mr. Betsy will give you another twenty pounds?"

"No need, I got thirty pounds for nothing because of you. I can't be greedy anymore. It's not safe to have cash like this in your hand. Remember to save it after get off work."

The Kingdom of Bruguet had banking and financial services very early, divided into national banks and private banks.

In the era when there was no ID card, private banks only needed to rely on bills or rental contracts to handle transactions.

The country's public banks need to provide legal documents and provide relatively higher deposit interest rates.
Chapter completed!