It was the middle of the night.

Archibald sat in his study, wearing a gloomy expression. He asked Saul, who was standing next to him, “Did Noah admit to committing the crimes?”

Saul was freshening the cup of tea for him. Then, he smiled faintly and said, “It’s such a big case. Why would he admit to having done anything? The way I heard it, they beat him to a pulp, but he simply wouldn’t back down.”

The old man snorted. “He’s a stubborn one.”

Taking the cup of tea, he blew on it and said, “W