Chapter 3 third quarter

"Dubens!" Tommy called as she entered the room. No reply.After feeling a little confused, he ran up the stairs, ran across the passage on the second floor in small steps, almost stepped into the open hole, and then cursed: "Again, what a confused electrician!" A few days ago, he had already encountered the same disaster.Most of these electricians set to work crisply, with a sort of benevolent, chaotic optimism. "Just do it here, it's almost finished! Come back in the afternoon." However, they didn't come in the afternoon.Soup was not surprising at all.He is used to working in construction, electrical and gas industries.Every time they come, they start off with a clean job, say something positive, then go back to get their stuff and never come back.Call to remind, mostly wrong phone number.Even if the number is correct, the person you are looking for is not in any department of the company.So better watch out yourself not to twist your ankle, fall in a hole, or get injured.Tommy was more afraid of Dubens getting hurt than she was getting hurt.He has more experience than Dubens, and he feels that Dubens is in great danger of being scalded by a kettle or burnt by a stove.But where is Dubens now?He called again.

"Dubens! Dubens!" He worried about Dubens.Dubens was someone he couldn't help worrying about.Before leaving, he gave her wise advice.She finally promised to keep her promise again and again-no, never go out, only to buy half a pound of butter.This can't be said to be dangerous, can it? "But, even if you buy half a pound of butter, you will be in danger," Tommy said. "Don't talk nonsense!" said Dubens. "I'm not kidding," said Tommy, "a smart and caring husband who cares about the things he loves, and I don't know why—"

"Because," Dubens said, "I'm attractive, I'm good-looking, I'm a good partner, and I care deeply about you." "That's true." Tommy said, "but I want to give you more advice." "I don't seem to like it very much. Well, I must not. You seem to have a lot of complaints. But don't worry, it'll be all right. Just call me when you come home and come in." But where was Dubens? "There's nothing I can do with her," Tommy said. "Must be somewhere else." He went upstairs to the room where he had found Dubens before.I'm probably reading children's stories again; I'm excited about some inexplicable words drawn by stupid children with red ink, and I'm trying to find clues about who I don't know about Merry Jordan.Not Merry Jordan who died of natural causes.Tommy couldn't help but think about it.Long ago, the owner of the house, named Jones, sold it to them.The Jones family lived here not long ago, only three or four years. ’ And it was a long time ago that the kid with Robert Louis Stevenson lived here. But Dubens wasn’t in the room, and the scattered books didn’t seem to be as evocative as they used to be. her interest.

"Where did it go?" Turning back downstairs, I yelled once or twice.No reply.He checked the hooks in the lobby.Dubens' raincoat was gone.She went out again.Where to go?Also, where is Hannibal?Tommy changed her voice and called to Hannibal. "Hannibal—Hannibal—Little Hannibal. Come here, Hannibal!" Hannibal wasn't there either. Anyway, Duben is out with Hannibal, Tommy thought. He didn't know whether it was good or bad for Duben to take Hannibal out.Hannibal must not have watched in silence as the danger befell Dubens.The problem is, Hannibal may have hurt someone else.It is very friendly when you take it to other people's homes; however, those who want to see it or enter its home often become people who must pay attention to it in its heart.Once needed, no matter how dangerous it is, it will bark loudly or bite each other.However, where did it go?

Tommy walked on the road for a while, but she didn't see a woman of medium build, wearing a bright red rainproof coat, walking from a distance with a little black dog on her lead.Finally, he turned back home a little angrily. Appetizing aromas wafted towards him.He hurried to the back room, and Dubens looked back from the fire with a smile welcoming him home. "Late back," she said. "This is a casserole, isn't it delicious? Added some strange things today. There are some spice herbs in the yard. At least I think they are spice herbs .” "If it's not a spice herb," ​​said Tommy, "it's probably poisonous scopolamine, or something that looks like something else but is digitalis. Where have you been?"

"Take Hannibal for a walk." Only then did Hannibal realize that Tommy was back, and ran to Tommy to express his warm welcome, and Tommy also knelt down.Hannibal was a little black dog with a bright coat and interesting tan spots on the tail and sides.It is a purebred Manchester Terrier and thinks it is more noble and intelligent than other dogs. "Oh, I've been looking around in this area. Where have you been? The weather is not very good." "Well, the weather is really bad, the fog is thick and damp. And—I'm very tired, too." "Where did you go? Go shopping?"

"No, the shop closes early today, no, no—I'm going to the cemetery." "It's uncomfortable," Tommy said. "Why go to the cemetery?" "There is a grave I want to see." "Sounds really uncomfortable. Is Hannibal happy?" "Hannibal had to be put on a rope. A man who looked like a deacon came out of the church door every now and then, and he didn't seem to like Hannibal, because—Hannibal probably didn't like him either, and I haven't since I moved here. Hope people are wonderfully prejudiced against us." "What on earth do you want to see in the cemetery?"

"I want to see what kind of people are buried there. A lot of people, all of them are full, and some are quite old; even from the 1800s; and there are one or two older ones. The tombstones have peeled off and can't be seen Clear." "I still don't know why you went to the cemetery." "I'll investigate," said Dubens. "Investigate what?" "I wonder if the Jordans are buried there." "Oh, you're still thinking about that? You went to investigate—" "You know, Merry Jordan is dead. We know she's dead because we have the book that says she didn't die a natural death. So, where's the right place for her to be buried, isn't it?"

"It goes without saying, unless it is buried in this courtyard." "I don't think so," said Dubens, "because the boy or the girl—it must be a boy... Of course it was a boy, and his name is Alexander—only the kid knows. He must think he's smart enough to know that she didn't die a natural death .But if only the kid had a clear idea of ​​why she died, or found out why she died--that is, no one else knew. I mean, she died, and she was buried, and no one-- —” "Nobody said it was a crime," Thomas put in. "Yeah, that's what it is. Poisoned, beaten in the head, pushed off a cliff or run over by a car—oh, there are so many ways."

"I'm sure you can think of a lot," said Tommy. "The only good thing about you, Dubens. You have a good heart at least. You wouldn't be interested in putting this method of murder into practice." "But there's no Merry Jordan's grave in the cemetery, and there's no one named Jordan." "You must be very disappointed! The food is not ready yet, I'm starving to death. It smells so good!" "It's just ready to eat," said Dubens. "You wash your hands and eat right away."