Inside the study of the Fifth Avenue mansion, the fire in the fireplace crackled softly. Outside, the streets of New York were whitened by a thin layer of snow.
Catherine handed a compiled file to Felix, "I had Flynn's intelligence department supplement his information as much as possible through the subscribed British journals."
Felix took the file and opened it. On the first page of the file was a sketch portrait of Rhys Griffiths, a young man with sharp eyes and a firm jawline.
"Rhys Griffiths, twenty-eight years old," Catherine slowly read the file's contents. "A first-class graduate in metallurgy from the Royal School of Mines. Six years ago, he joined Sheffield's largest steel mill, and within three years, he was promoted from an ordinary furnace technician to the head of the special steel research department. The crucible steelmaking method he spearheaded and improved won long-term orders from the Prussian Army for that factory's saber steel products."
