Mr. Junior was back in his private basement by 11:32 am. He and Madam Tracy had parted ways shortly after the disturbance and he couldn't sleep despite the long night he had endured. Shuffling through the letters and documents that he had looked through numerous times over the last twenty five minutes, he became agitated at the fact that he knew nothing of this Mr. P. A million leaches the lawyer had said. And why was he so hesitant to say the name? A... a Mr. P, he had said. He paused as if the name brought back memories.
Mr. Junior played back the lawyers weird, voluntary remark he conceded before he left. Then his mind was set on the newspaper again. Looking around the basement he couldn't find it, so he went out and locked the door behind himself. Maybe this would give him some idea about what the lawyer could be up to, but then he read the whole thing two times over and didn't learn anything. No names were mentioned. It was just an article about the glory days of Kresten city and the ghost land that it had become.
Mr. Junior found himself playing back the lawyers remark again. His mind was foggy from lack of sleep, along with the amount that he had drunk throughout the night, but that remark came back to him in full force, not the fragmented state he had remembered it a moment ago. "...which is why I have took it upon myself to leave you some information on some of the people he had dealt with in the past..."
Yes!
That part was music to his ears right now. But where to look? So far, he hadn't touched the rest of the other envelopes because he was focused on this debt to Mr. P. But how was he supposed to find it among this dense amount of information? He sat on the floor looking at the large, thick, brown envelopes and decided the task would be too much work for him to do in his current condition.
Instead, he trusted that the lawyer would have been smarter than just putting it anywhere among the piles, so he went back to the chest which was still open to see if it was inside. No. Maybe the lawyer was a fool after all? On the other hand, the lawyer was the type of man who would think it funny to do such a thing.
Mr. Junior went back to the envelopes to the envelopes and checked the bottom of each one in a desperate attempt to save him from the laborious task of rummaging through everything. A waste of time! The lawyer really expected him to rummage. He lay down on the floor in a show of resignation. It wasn't worth his time he decided. He looked around the room with his blurry vision distorting reality, showing him two of everything... until he came across the second chest partially hidden behind the blue armchair.
Just maybe. Just maybe the lawyer had spared him the search. In an army crawl he made his way to the chest and pulled it in front of him so he could see the latch. Mr. Junior unlocked the chest and got onto his knees so he could see inside. It was packed exactly the same as the first one, no single document was sat on top ready for him to read.
With a sigh, he began to take out each envelop and read the labels, inspecting the bottom to make sure he didn't miss the chance that it was a single document attached. The names of each category seemed to be weird abbreviations, something he had only just noticed, but when he go to the last envelop a small white envelop was attached to the bottom and he slowly peeled it away before opening it.
A large page sagged as he begun to search the contents, eventually coming across Mr. P, who was at the bottom and the only name underlined.
Name: Mr. P.
Occupation: Business investor among other thing...
Information that would be beneficial to know:
Mr. P had been acquainted with Mr. Ward Senior for thirty years before the latter's unfortunate death. The pair had ventured into every business opportunity that they had come across in this time, though the fortunes that they gained varied widely. Mr. P has asked me to make it known that he would like the recipient to pay him a visit whenever possible at his home in the countryside.
The address being: 29th County Cross Lane. City: Kresten City. Administrative Area: The Kresten Lands...
Mr. Junior was finished reading at this point, his eyes scanned the address again and memorised it. He walked out of the basement in an agitated hurry and locked it behind himself before going to find one of the maids. When he reached the large entrance hall, he was about to walk up the stairs when he saw Lady Itisthia descending with a black briefcase in her hand. "Mr. Junior," she said. "Your just in time, Sir. I was wondering if I'd catch you soon. I've got the briefcase that you requested. Though, I'm not sure if it's the one you wanted, there was a few to choose from and I had to guess."
"It will do," Mr. Junior replied in a hurried manner. "I've another use for you, though. A small diversion from the house. I've some business to take care of."
Lady Itisthia looked at Mr. junior with a confused concern. "Y... your... your leaving the house you say? Where exactly are you going?"
"Twenty ninth Country Cross Lane. I don't know my way and I need you to be my guide. You can leave me at the entrance and I'll remember my way to the house. For now, you can accompany me on my way, I just need to grab a few things.
Lady Itisthia watched in shock as Mr. Junior rush off in a hurry. The house was always a strange arrangement, but Mr. Junior had spent his life there, he hadn't left the land they owned since it was brought all those years ago, and now he was about to leave his comfort zone entirely...