Chapter 40 Section 6

April 2 at 10 am. After Henry Mocollen finished washing under the supervision of the police, Officer Holmes personally uncuffed him. The officer was dressed in casual clothes, and his expression was not much relaxed when he took off the uniform. "Thank you, officer." Henry said sincerely, "I will remember your kindness in my heart." "Don't be too happy, I don't want to cause unnecessary panic to the passengers on the train, and I have to handcuff you when I go back to town." Henry followed the police officer out of the police station. After the short period of imprisonment, Mr. Mokoren expressed a trace of worry on his face. He didn't want the police to know what he was planning, so before the plan was implemented, he couldn't do it too early anyway. reveal flaws.

"You finally came out, thank God." William, who was standing at the bottom of the steps, greeted him, "It's not that I wanted to delay, brother, these policemen blocked me outside the door at 7:30." "No, it's really nice of you to come with me." "Don't say that, we are brothers." Standing by the car door, Higgins asked the police officer, "Boss, are you ready to go?" Holmes, who was about to issue orders, suddenly froze there, and a bad thought came to him, which came from William.Yes, the brothers are so much alike.In terms of height, build, hairstyle and facial contours, they were almost like twins, and what made it worse was that they both wore the black suits they wore to the funeral.With the naked eye, the only thing he could tell was the pomade on William's head.

The officer's stomach began to swell, a movement he only does when he's angry.Holmes regretted that he hadn't had a look at William himself yesterday, and he was so absorbed in the papers. "Boss?" Higgins looked at his boss suspiciously. "Wait a minute." The police officer raised a hand, "One of you will go to the clothing store and find a scarf for William." "What?" William said politely to Holmes, as if he hadn't realized the officer's concern, "I don't understand, Mr. Police, why do you need a scarf?" "You don't need to understand, Richard," the officer said to the smaller officer next to Higgins, "you go and do it, the long ones."

"Yes, sir!" William glanced at the surrounding policemen puzzledly, and finally set his eyes on Henry, the guilty brother just nodded and said nothing. About twenty minutes later, a figure of Police Officer Richard running towards here appeared at the intersection, holding a dark cotton scarf in his hand.Under everyone's gaze, William reluctantly took the scarf, wrapped it around his neck, and covered his mouth and nose as required by the police officer.Then, Holmes picked a white rose from the flower stand by the wall and put it in the left pocket of William's chest. After everything was ready, everyone got into the car.Holmes sat in the first car with Henry and Higgins, four police officers in the second car, and William and Richard got into the pickup truck that the police officers borrowed from the bank. four policemen.The small convoy drove slowly towards the train station.

In the car, Holmes watched over Henry beside him every step of the way, and Higgins, who was sitting in the co-pilot, cheered up. The driver just stepped on the accelerator without saying a word.Compared with the tense atmosphere in the first car, the second police car was less cautious. The four policemen were all complaining about the mission. Judging from their attitudes, even if they took Henry back to the town safely, they would He will also be puzzled by the police officer's decision to insist on escorting Henry. The convoy drove to the town's train station, where the priest was already waiting.

After seeing Holmes getting out of the car, the priest thanked the police officer again in the tone of a believer.When the priest saw Henry, he stepped forward to chat with him.For a moment, Henry felt that this conversation was a kind of torture. They had known each other for a long time. The person who trusted him most in the past eight years was the priest, and in the next time, he was about to betray the priest's love for him. trust. Not far away, William stayed with the police officer. "Can I smoke?" William fished a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket. Holmes looked around. There were no other passengers on the platform except the plainclothes policeman and the priest. He nodded at William, and then asked, "Can I ask a few questions?"

"Of course." William pulled off the scarf that covered half of his face, and lit a cigarette for himself. "When did you know Henry lived here?" "Eight years... Uh, no, it should be seven years and five months. He hasn't contacted me when he first arrived here." "Why did he contact you?" "Because of the money, part of his funds were frozen by the bank at that time. He finally found a refuge, and he would never show his face easily again, so he wanted to borrow some money from me." "and after?" "His request was flatly rejected by me, and he scolded me half to death on the phone."

"It can be seen that Henry took care of the money himself after that," said Holmes in a tone of soliloquy. "He has no one else to trust but you." "It is true," William sighed. "Sometimes when we are desperate, our loved ones are the only ones we can contact. At that time, if I have some spare money, I will help him." "Did you come and go during this time?" William scratched his eyebrows. "No. In the past few years, my life has been almost a mess. I married a wife with a bad temper and had three children with her. I couldn't spare time to visit. And," he paused, "And I hated him so much back then."

"Hate?" Holmes frowned. "My younger brother didn't know good from bad since he was a child, and my father was worried about him. I called and told him when my father was in the hospital. Although I arranged for someone to take care of him, as a son, he shouldn't ignore it. ask." The officer nodded and asked another straightforward question. "Have you ever revealed his hiding place to anyone?" "No, I have my own life, and no one in my circle knows him, and I never mentioned this unprogressive brother to my friends in the past." Holmes said coldly: "Your behavior is not much better than his. The judge can definitely convict you of cover-up and connivance. Henry is a wanted criminal. When you knew his whereabouts, you chose to keep silent to the police. If We can catch him sooner..."

"I did think about calling the police." William looked at the police officer seriously, "I tried it in the year when I found out about Henry's whereabouts. I even called the police a few times, but every time it came to an emergency, I called the police again. The phone hung up. Because I know, my father watches TV every day, and I don’t want him to see the news of my son’s arrest.” Holmes said heavily, "It's human nature, and I can understand that." In the following time, the two did not speak again, and William was kept within the sight of the police officer.

At 11:40 noon, the train bound for Chicago slowly entered the station. The priest held Henry's hand and stuffed something into his palm. "My escort request was stopped by the officer, I'm sorry, boy." "You have done enough for me, Father." "Safe travel, God bless you." "God bless you, Father." Henry turned around, was caught among nine plainclothes policemen, and walked towards carriage No. 6.As he was about to get into the car, Holmes said to him, "What did he give you?" Henry spread out his palm, it was a cross worn by a priest for many years.