Chapter 17 Chapter Seventeen

So the so-called candles were not the kind used for lighting, but placed on the altar, Grant thought.It was Monday afternoon, and he was driving to Temple. The hall of the "Brothers of God" is not just a shabby temporary missionary tent, it is covered with high-grade purple linen, and the god box used is also extremely spectacular. What should have been a mere expression of Herb's personal taste for theatrics turned out to be a booming business in most places (with the exception of Kentucky).The beauty-hungry and the ostentatious are deeply addicted - with thick banknotes. Christine's shilling represented the level of her contempt.Perhaps because Herb's god had repeatedly decided to deny her the little things her heart needed, this shilling was her return.

In Mr. Erskine's little room next to a shrubby tree, under the misty green light, Grant laid out his plans to the lawyer.The police want Herb.Gotaobai was introduced, and the method used was very decent, so the lawyer didn't need to worry too much.Lord Edward has given his assent. The lawyer hesitated and hesitated, not because he really objected to something, but because it was the lawyer's duty to carefully consider any possible minor details, and it would appear very unprofessional to agree to it straightforwardly.In the end he finally agreed that it might work. Grant said, "Very well, then I'll leave it to you. It will be in tomorrow's newspaper, please." As he walked out, he was thinking about why legal practitioners always enjoy making trouble. There are obviously enough troubles in the world. too much.

There was a lot on Grant's tired mind at the moment. "Surrounded by obsessions," as those card-telling sorceresses say: he is.Monday was coming to an end, and there was still no sign of Robert.Tistor is still alive. The "Daily Bugle" had already let out its first low cry that morning, and by tomorrow, the whole pack of wolves might pounce on him and eat him up.Robert.Where is Tistor?How on earth were the police looking for him?To be fair, what made Grant uncomfortable was not so much the fear of the accusations he was about to face, but rather the concern for the safety of the priest.Two days ago, he really believed that the reason why Tisi Duo didn't show up was because he didn't have good news.It is not easy to read newspapers while fleeing.But now doubt blew through his mind like a cold wind.Something must have happened.Every news poster in every village in the UK was printed in big letters: "Tistor is not guilty." "Person pursued by police proved innocent." How could he not have seen it?The affair has become the hottest topic of conversation in every pub, train carriage, bus and home in the country.And Tisdu still hasn't heard from him.

Erica hadn't been seen since driving away last Wednesday.A storm, one of the rarest in many years, left the whole of Britain under water on Thursday night and has continued for two days.Tistor took the food Erica had left there on Thursday, but it was gone.The food she brought over on Friday was still where it was on Saturday, a soggy mass.Grant knew that Erica had been prowling the country all day Saturday, like a well-trained and hard-working hound, scouting every barn, every possible hiding-place, exhausted.According to her elaborate reasoning, he must have found somewhere to hide on Thursday night—no one survives being exposed to the kind of storm—and since he had been in the pink and white lane on Thursday morning, Taking the food she left on the way, he couldn't run too far.

However, her efforts were in vain.A search party, made up of a group of amateurs, launched a massive search today - the police have no spare manpower to spare - but so far there has been no response.A sense of fear slowly rose in Grant's heart, and he tried to dispel it with all his willpower.But it is like a pot of coal fire, even if it is smashed into ashes, it will be ignited again in front of you in an instant. The news from Dover also came slowly, almost to the limit of the police's patience.This is because the investigation work strictly abides by two principles: first, do not offend nobles;Everything becomes very complicated.and Edward.While Chance was discussing the trapping of Herb, Grant looked at his calm face—his two eyebrows gave his expression a peculiar composure—several times he swallowed back the words he wanted to say: " Where the hell are you Wednesday night?" How would Chance react?A bit confused, thinks for a moment, then says "The night I got back to Dover? I was with so and so at so and so." Next he'll see what's behind the question, and he'll have a big Look at Grant in bewilderment, and Grant will feel like the biggest fool in the world.not only!Grant felt, in Edward.It was almost insulting to Chance to suggest that he might have had something to do with his wife's death.

But when Chance wasn't around, the image of the man in the garden, looking out the open window at the lighted interior, came to his mind more times than he was probably ashamed to admit.But seeing him in person, any such idea seemed absurd.Until his men came back to report - or had nothing to report - on Chance's whereabouts that night, any presumptuous questioning should be shelved for the time being. So far, all he knew was that Chance was definitely not in those obvious places.All the hotels and family and friends were all sold out.The scope of the search has now been expanded.At any moment the news might come back that the lord was sleeping on some fine four-poster bed, with the best linen in the county, and Grant would have to touch his nose and admit that he had imagined Lord Edward in a state of exhaustion. When he thought about misleading him, he was completely wrong.