[ WP ] The Main Characters companion knows that the MC is going to die soon . He tries to tell the MC , without the readers knowing

When Mr Lupus agreed to the request I knew it was trouble. Robert Lupus, recluse detective extraordinaire, was known for being able to solve almost any crime, but to do that he had to step out of his house and he, to put it mildly, did not enjoy that. To solve this conundrum he employed the services of a dashing fellow called Morry Glynn, that is me. I provided the legwork and musclework and sometimes some smooth talking and he did the all-important brainwork. It was a good partnership, although I was the replaceable part of it and we both knew it. 
 
 The case concerned a shady network of money-laundering, not usually our profile at all, but when I said as such, Lupus countered that we did n't really have a profile at all and that money do n't smell. After that he segued into monologue about fiscal policies of various Roman emperors, but caught himself in time and ordered me to call back the client immediately. It was a solid investment bank that somehow got entangled in the affair. With no room for arguments, I complied and the case was in our hands. Being told by Lupus to `` get to it right now'', I left. 
 
 Evening and the next day I spent on preparatory work. I met Lupus again at the dinner. He is a well known gourmand. As I watched him happily stuff his usually dour face with some kind of unpronounceable meatballs with outlandish sauce I thought he was having a time of his life and almost giggled at the picture. Lupus raised an eyebrow and I hurriedly gave him my notepad. 
 
 `` I summarised everything I know about this case here'', I offered. 
 
 He flipped the pages with greasy fingers and looked at me with the stare he usually reserves for criminals and FBI agents. 
 
 `` That's something to think about,'' he muttered and fell silent as he always does when his fabled brain is hard at work. I did some cleaning up - Lupus could afford a small army of maids and servants would he only wish for it but such a thought never crossed his exalted mind - and quietly let myself out unconsciously trying not to disturb the great man's thinking despite knowing that when he was in this condition nothing could make him react. 
 
 The day after I actively began working on the most exhausting case I ever did for Mr Lupus. I ran around the city like a whipped husky throwing money, threats and Lupus' noble name at all sorts of questionable and distinguished characters. I set up convoluted traps, gave crazy chases, seduced beautiful dames but all was in vain. Traps went either untouched or carefully robbed, prey vanished when I reached the finish line and dames knew nothing at all sans what hats used to be in vogue last month. I tried every trick in every last book of the small library I built up in the years of working for Robert Lupus. I did everything I could and yet Robert has never said his trademark `` I'm done thinking,'' and pointed out what I missed like he always did before. When days and weeks of desperate search turned into months, it became clear even to the client that we wo n't solve the case. Initial payment was returned and I had to apologize on his behalf since Lupus, ever so prideful, would n't talk to the bank. 
 
 Soon, the fact that because of the shame of failure recluse detective Robert Lupus gave up practice and turned into ordinary recluse became the talk of the city. His house was sold and and his new place of residence was known only to the closest of his associates. 
 
 I felt sad that my cooperation with old man Lupus ended this way but I managed. In the years that passed since that time something I thought to be unthinkable happened - I settled down, set little business of my own and got married. I honestly believed I would never have to do anything related to Robert Lupus again. 
 Except yesterday Odette, my wife awaited me at the doors excitedly waving around stacks of paper. What is that with papers ruining people's lives? I never saw anyone who was made lastingly happy by a piece of paper but many who were destroyed by it. 
 
 `` Mordred, dear. What are all of those?'' she demanded. `` Your trading firm ca n't possibly be dealing with such big sums of money. And those names - Borone, Vicchi. Are n't those gangster families?'' 
 
 I looked through the papers. 
 
 `` Where did you find those?'' I asked. 
 
 `` I was cleaning and the lock on the drawer just fell off and everything spilled out.'' - she was the image of endearingly clumsy housewife. `` I looked at those and I was so scared and confused! I thought to ask Mrs Smith next door about those but she was n't at home.'' 
 
 I thought for a minute or so. 
 
 `` It's clear to me.'' I said. `` I am being framed. Soon the cops will raid the place and I will be arrested on false charges.'' 
 
 `` Oh!'' She was devastated. `` What can we do?'' 
 
 `` There is one man whom I can trust to clear my name. He is not in business anymore but I am sure he wo n't refuse a favor to me,'' I gave her a straight look. 
 
 She bit her lip. `` Do you mean...'' 
 
 `` Yes. Let's hurry. I will introduce you to Robert Lupus.''
