He sighed, "Young master, I'm really sorry, because of my negligence, I almost let the Fischer family lose a blood relative. I really... have no face for you."
"Uncle Jacob, this matter is indeed a bit serious, but since it is not the sample you sent, I naturally can't pursue anything, just Eric, which must be strictly investigated."
"I will," he nodded. "But young master, my instinct tells me that Eric is not that kind of person."
I raised my eyebrows. "Intuition is the most fastidious thing. What I want is evidence that he can prove his innocence."
He nodded deferentially. "Okay, I'll check it out."
I turned and left.
The next step is to find a way to find the rat droppings hidden in the Fischer's mansion.
Early the next morning, when I went downstairs, I saw Jacob standing on the porch.
"Good morning, young master."
I nodded to him. "Yes?"
He stepped forward and looked upstairs. "Mrs. Fischer, she..."
"Still asleep."