I enter another rendezvous of which it names 'Taigh-seinnse Beer Smith' on a wooden sign hanging in the chilling atmosphere of the morning. The tavern is not crowded nor devoid for it is only a popular beer hall and cabaret in the evening, and assembly in the morning, I roamed my sight within the people who were sitting in those chairs. A man in the black trench coat in the left table caught my gaze who he gazes back with virtuoso in his frame. From that moment I knew who he was, my client.

How could this man with an aced ambience seek my help? My gaze on him couldn't end, as I know he did the same, he feels dark with his mustache and black hat. This moment was getting gauche of me, but I have no time to show that on my face thus I walk towards him, perhaps I don't have an akrasia that will make it seems professional.

I know that his eyes were still fixed on my face at last I manage to play my certain motion, my elegant hand gestures and frabjous hat ejecting, as he also did to display his table manners. His few strands of dirty brown hair falls into his foreheard. Everything he and I does were scrutinized and neatly observed obviously by vice versa.

"Are thee?"

I asked in my serene voice terminated by my benign looking smile and elevated eyebrows. We are both placid in action for I am not under the surface.

"Sure I am, pleasure to meet you Ms. Bloodhound, minerva of Great Britain. I am, Frank Maurice Larsen."

"Glad to finally meet you Mr. Larsen."

I giggle a little bit to show him my coziness in the situation. He responded with a smirk before pulling out pipe and lighter in the pocket of his coat. He light it up as I watch him smoke and breathe it out, smell of tobacco crawled in the whole pub, but who cares? It's all men up here, tipsy lower echelon men drinking alcohol in the morn.

"Fred! "

He called out with the pipe in his mouth supported by his fingers.

A big man with beard and mustache in a leather sleeveless garment showed up from the counter.

"Oh Frank, who's this pretty lady in the hall!"

He said when he saw me in his wide voice and chuckle that reveals his corrupted black teeth which I am fazed in whelve.

"She's Mary Genevive Bloodhound, a professional detective in France, but now she's back in her homeland."

I laugh and smile in peculiarity in his words after almost 2 months of absolute silence in out of insouciant.

"Fàilte air ais my lady. "

As he lend his hand in front of me, so I did the same. He gently kiss the back of my hand, I don't want to show him my subtle disgust of doing such thing. But seeing them muster compliment on me makes me wither and appreciate them bona fide from the innest of my heart.

"Thank you. "

I force a smile to terminate the conversation.

"Can you give this lady a freshly brewed supremo."

Mr. Frank requests while staring at me in delight.

"Ah yes, yes of course. "

And he giggle again while on walk back to the counter in limped pace.

"You don't have to do that. "

"The 'what' Ms. Bloodhound? Are you referring to the coffee? "

"Indeed. "

"No need to refute my lady, the supremo is imported from Columbia, exclusive only in Smith's saloon, that will serve by Mr. Smith's helpers like this one and only Fred and withal it is a triumph to give you a treat. "

"Indisputably, it is mine too. "

"Alright, let us settle everything down. "

"Okay Mr. Frank, what seems to be the knot?"

I asked to open the discussion before we might end up in a wrong way. He pulls out the pipe out of his mouth then he placed his elbow into the table with his right hand and the pipe on his fingers.

"Before that Ms. Bloodhound, what's your religion? "

He eventually asked, this time I neatly discerned his ravishing green eyes. And it amazed me since it is distinctive to see people with this eye color. I almost forgot what we were talking about.

"What do you call a person who believes in God but not religion?"

I ask to give him a little guessing game. The conversation gets interesting because I can see his interests, and I'm open for this kind of topic and debate. I asked him that to test his personal lore about religion.

"Atheist? "

He burble with a pinch of doubt in his face. It is understandable though for him to got the wrong definition of an Atheist.

"Agnosticism is of the essence of science, whether ancient or modern. It simply means that a man shall not say he knows or believes that which he has no scientific grounds for professing to know or believe."

I respond back trying to explain the new word to him.

"You already had me look like an amateur there. But Ag... agnos.. what's that again?"

We both chuckle as we get so comfortable to each other.

"Agnosticism, the word agnosticism was first publicly coined in 1839 at a meeting of the Metaphysical Society in London by T.H. Huxley. And it is only last year. Back to Atheism, generally atheism is a denial of God or of the gods, and if religion is defined in terms of belief in spiritual beings, then atheism is the rejection of all religious belief. And agnosticism is a total different when it comes to God. "

"I see Ms. Bloodhound, definitely we have a creator, though I am not sure if this God is a supernatural God. I have been looking for anyone or anything to fit my deviant wisdom, and now I found you and agnosticism is the title. "

Mr. Fred just appeared in front of us putting the coffee down the table before he smiled at me and to Mr. Frank.

"Thank you. "

"No problem, just say if you want anything. "

"Oh yes Fred. "

I watch Mr. Fred walk in to another table with his uneven way of walking. The coffee aroma caught back my attention to the table.

"Back to the topic..."

Then he pause.

"People always tend to stick with one belief, a widespread fusty furphy about anti christians is a piffle, like what they do to non-christians, like though shall all of us are diversed in nature, I personally born Christian and but as my age augment, I don't belong in any of those and became more rantipole, but I believe in our creator for which everything has it own creator. "

I am starting to find our unique similarities, he is a bel-espirit and that makes him so likeable. I can't help but to show my sincere smile and to feel the feeling of not talking in taradiddle for someone in a very long time.

"Right, but that is only our assertion, people have their own beliefs in every ways, and we should always respect each other's belief. And what does that do with your case Mr. Frank? "

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Also the word agnosticism was first publicly coined in 1869 at a meeting of the Metaphysical Society in London by T.H. Huxley, a British biologist and champion of the Darwinian theory of evolution, to match the story's timeline.