“Be so kind,” said the second one to the first, “bring the ‘evidence’ from the crime scene, and then leave us.”
“Yes, sir!” The first man stepped away, then returned, unloaded onto the table next to Rumke's statement the items that were kept by Hanelion during his lifetime, as well as the head of the deceased, which had time to thaw, and then left again.
“Well, Duke,” When Rumke’s old acquaintance left, the remaining person in the room sat down on a chair at the table opposite Rum Kon. “My name is Raimar; I will be handling your case.” The chief of the guard did not touch the note. He either didn’t pay attention to it or simply forgot about such a procedure.