Well, of course I accepted the case. Thankfully, the main suspect had already been identified, and thus, I was left with the conundrum of how to approach it.

One may not simply walk into a gentleman’s manor without reason, after all, and I had begun to build a reputation for myself at the time, so suspicions would run high if I showed my face as-is. A disguise was in order. One that would feasibly gain me entry if I feigned the need for help, and information as to the whereabouts of the photograph if I played at… intimacy. Flirtatiousness.

Employing the mysterious wiles of an intelligent and beautiful woman!

[Yes, that was his disguise.]