Tuesday morning, the weather remained as cold as it usually was this season.
Klein tightened the collar of his tweed coat, put on his hat, and pulled open the door.
He was heading to the end of the street, where the mailbox was, to post a letter to Detective Stuart. Since it wasn't that far, there was no need to dress neatly or heavily, but Klein had just recovered from his cold, so he had wrapped himself up thickly just in case.
Perhaps it was because of the strong wind last night, but the air in Backlund was surprisingly good. Klein subconsciously slowed down his pace and enjoyed this rare morning.
As he passed Jurgen's house, he heard the oriel window creak open and instinctively turned to look.
Standing at the window was Mrs. Doris, wearing a black plush hat and a thick grayish-blue scarf. She looked even worse than before, and her body was even more hunched.
