Conrad was holding and hiding something at the back. Jos was stepping backwards when he noticed that there is something wrong on the way he spoke to him.
“Are you sure I was wearing the same shirt earlier, Jos? Do you think it's the same one I wore? Why don't you move forward and look at my shirt?” Jos was still calm, but he keeps moving backward.
“That won't be necessary, Conrad. It seems that you're right. There must be something in my eyes that I couldn't recognize an old one from a new shirt you were wearing. So, shall we start jogging?”
Conrad didn't want to wait him to talk that much. He showed him the shovel he was holding and hit the head of Jos. The butler avoided it, and it makes him hit even more.
“This is not funny, Conrad. Were you trying to kill me?”
He was not listenin
