Ethan tapped the table impatiently as his furrows started to knit together. Come on, was someone going to pick up his call or what? See, this is the reason why he can’t trust muggle technology completely. But then again, if he was to spend time in their community, he ought to know these basic things because...well, he didn’t want to look suspicious, or stupid. Mordaunts simply aren’t like that.

Oh. OH. The ringing stopped, and then there was a beep!

Though he used a phone years ago, it was his first time to come across a voice mail thing. Ethan made funny mouth movements, excited and confused at the same time. “After the beep?” he asked out loud to no one in particular.

Beeeeeeep.

He can...leave the message now, right? “Good day Miss Meredith Noel Moxley, this is Ethan Sherlock Holmes. I have received information that you needed my detective assistance. Please call me back as soon as possible, thank you.” And with a grin on his face, Ethan hung up and placed the handset back on the receiver.

And now...onto the second task...