You pack up your notes and the legal case file, and with a word of thanks to Mr. Smitts, which only elicits you one of his trademark leers, you head on your way, taking a taxi to the offices of Carruthers and Sons, the lawyers representing the Howard Phillips Museum. You have to admit, you've never really heard of the Museum before, but they must have some resources if they've taken on the services of this law firm, which has been representing them throughout the case. You know that here more than anywhere else lawyers don't come cheap.
-$1 taxi fee. Money now $45.50! You have $94 in the bank.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oQ9mdolKKq4The taxi ride is short, whisking you through the rush of the city with a smoothness expected of all taxi drivers. Carruthers and sons are based near the centre of town, just on the edge of High End, in a large brick office building that rivals some of the residential towers in height. Buildings like these can be filled with hundreds of businesses, and it takes you a few moments once you've stepped into the lobby to read all the plaques on the wall and identify the location of Carruthers and sons. Suite 2, Floor 45. Near the top. You sweep your hair back a little, and practise your smile in the elevator while it rises to the floor. You don't think you'll be in any toothpaste advertisements anytime soon, but it'll do. Once you get to Floor 45 you step out the elevator and quickly locate the offices of Carruthers and sons. It's one of only two suites here. Do they really have most of the floor to themselves?
Squashing your curiosity for the moment, you reach out and ring the buzzer. It's only an instant before a tinny voice comes from the small speaker set next to it.
"Carruthers and sons. How may we assist you today?"
>Ah, thank you. I've found myself needing some representation in a certain matter, and a friend has recommended me your services. Would I be able to have a meeting with someone from the firm?The buzzer is silent for a moment, then the door clicks.
"Please come in."
You open the door, and step inside. The room itself is nicely furnished, modern, but tasteful. A secretary is writing something down in a notebook and doesn't glance at you when you walk in. Sitting down on one of the chairs you wait patiently for a few minutes in the silence of the waiting room. It's very quiet in here. You can't hear anything but the ticking of the clock and the secretary scribbling on her paper. After a few minutes a door opens, and a middle aged man in a suit comes out to greet you, offering his hand, which you shake.
"Hi! I'm Samuel Carruthers, one of the partners here. It's good to meet you. Would you like to step into my office, Mr...?
>Doyle. Arthur Doyle. "Of course, Mr Doyle. Right this way."
