Chapter 16 Section VI

Lowell said he wanted to see where Judge Healy's body was found.Richard Healey originally wanted to refuse Lowell's strange request, but after thinking about it, he felt that poets must be a little weird, so he agreed and accompanied them out.Out the back door, through the garden, to the meadow next to the river bank.Healy noticed that Lovell walked surprisingly fast, like an athlete. A strong wind picked up a small amount of fine sand, and a few fell into Lowell's beard and mouth.He felt a pain in his mouth, something choked in his throat, but he didn't pay attention to it, thinking about Healy's death.Suddenly, a vivid picture appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help feeling ecstatic in his heart.

The third song of "Hell" describes the right and wrong of the wall-riding party, so they are neither rejected by heaven nor accepted by hell.They live on a dark flat, but this place is not strictly a hell, just a hell. The corridors of hell.The ghosts of cowards run with a white flag, for in life they swayed and acted without ruin or reputation.They were all naked, and were continually stung by gadflies and wasps, and blood and salty tears flowed from their faces to their feet, and fed for the maggots.Flies and maggots breed on the rotting heels and their numbers grow.The three insects found on Judge Healy's body were flies, wasps and maggots.

Lowell believes that this is by no means a coincidence, but a clue to track down the murderer. Lowell walks on the Healys' grounds, holding the publisher's arm. "'Like sand and rocks in a whirlwind,'" he whispered. Fields was confused, "Can you say it again, Lowell?" Lowell took a few steps forward and stopped.Where he stopped was a dark and dirty dividing line, and beyond the line was smooth and soft sand.He bent over. "Here it is!" he exclaimed cheerfully. Richard Healy, who was a few steps behind, added casually: "Uh, yes." When he understood, he was taken aback, with a dumbfounded expression, "How do you know , cousin? How do you know this is where my father was discovered?"

"Oh," said Lovell, looking a little insincere, "good question. You seem to be slowing down and falling behind, so I said, 'Is this here?' Isn't he walking slowly?" He turned to Phil Please help. "I suppose so, Mr. Healy." Fields gasped and nodded eagerly. Richard Healy did not feel that he was walking slowly. "Yo, so it's true," he said, making up his mind not to hide the fact that he was impressed and wary of Lowell's intuitive abilities. "That's where it happened, cousin. It's the worst evil in the yard," he said bitterly.This is the little patch of grass where nothing grows.

Lowell drew a mark on the sand with his finger and said, "This is it." He looked in a trance, as if possessed by a ghost.For the first time in history, Lowell felt genuine sympathy for Healy.It was here that he had struggled and crawled naked, helplessly enduring the agony.What's terrible is that the ending he encountered is something that he will never understand until he dies, and it will never be understood by his wife and children. Richard Healy thought Lowell was on the verge of tears. "He's been thinking of you dearly, cousin." He knelt beside Lowell. "What?" Lowell asked, and the sympathy that had surged up just now was washed away immediately.

Healy balked at the rough questioning. "Lord Justice. You are one of his most trusted relatives. He admires your poems with great admiration. Whenever the North American Review arrives, no matter what time it is, he lights his pipe and reads it word for word from beginning to end. He said you had a superhuman sense of the truth of things." "Really?" Lowell asked with a hint of doubt. Lowell avoided the publisher's smiling eyes and murmured a few words of compliment to the justice's sharp judgment. When they got back to the house, a hired hand came in with a mail package.Richard Healy said "Excuse me" and left.

Fields pulled Lowell aside. "Lowell, how on earth did you know where Healy was killed? We didn't discuss this issue at the party." "Oh, any decent student of Dante will appreciate the closeness of the Charles River to Healy's yard. Remember, the Fence sits only a few yards from the Akeron." "Yes. But the papers give no details at all of where he was found on the meadow." "Newspapers aren't even good enough to light cigars." Lowell stopped talking and didn't answer for now, looking at Fields' expectant expression with relish. "It is nothing but sand that guides me."

"sand?" "Yes, it's sand.' Like sand and rocks in a whirlwind.' Remember your Dante," he inspired Fields, "imagine entering the circle of the fencers. When we look at the multitude of sinners, see what is it then?" Fields, a rigid reader of The Divine Comedy, used to recall Lowell quotes by page number, font size, layout, the smell of calfskin.His version of The Divine Comedy had gilded corners, and he felt his fingers caressing them. "'Strange language,'" Fields silently translated the line, carefully considering its true meaning, "'terrible cries, painful words, angry tones, deep and hoarse...'" And then he couldn't remember Woke up.If he remembered the following verse, he would understand that no matter what Lowell noticed, their investigation had more or less a clue, and it was no longer clueless.He took out the Italian pocket version of "Divine Comedy" that he carried with him, and began to flip through it.

Lowell pushed the book away, and said, "Think deep, Fields! 'There was a tumult, and it turned endlessly in the ever-dark air, like sand and stones in a whirlwind.'" "Oh..." Fields thought hard about this line. Lovell got impatient, so he said it himself, "On the grass behind the house, there are mostly green grass, dust and gravel that are billowing and flying. But what is quite different is that there are fine loose sand blown by the wind. Our faces, so I walked towards where the sand came from. In the "Hell" of "Divine Comedy", when the wall rider is punished, there is a disturbance like a whirlwind of dust and sand. The loose sand metaphor is not useless Your rhetoric, Fields! It is emblematic of the fickle, capricious minds of sinners who choose to do nothing when they have a right to act, and lose their rights in hell as a result!"

"Damn it, Lowell!" Fields' voice was really loud.The maid was sweeping the dust from an adjoining wall with a feather duster.Fields didn't notice this. "Damn it! The dust is blowing like a whirlwind! Wasps, gadflies, maggots, flags, the nearby Akeron, that's enough. But sand? What if our devil could take Dante's so incompetent?" A humble metaphor turned into action..." Lowell nodded grimly. "He is a true Dante researcher." There was a hint of admiration in his words. "Gentlemen?" Nell Lanney suddenly appeared beside the two poets, making them both jump back.

Lowell asked ferociously if she had been eavesdropping. She shook her huge head like a rattle, protesting, "No, good sir, I swear. I'm just wondering if..." She looked around nervously from time to time. "You two gentlemen are not like other people who come to visit. The way you look at the house... and the pasture... Will you come back here some other time? I must..." Richard Healy returned, and the maid walked down the corridor without finishing her sentence, and the master housekeeper disappeared at the end of the corridor. He let out a long sigh, and his barrel-thick chest shrunk by half. "Ever since we announced the bounty, I've been deluded by the foolish hope of renewed hope and dove into the mail, honestly thinking the truth was out there somewhere, waiting for me to share it ’” He made his way to the fireplace and threw in the stack of letters he had recently received. "I can't tell if people are ruthless or just totally crazy." "Come on, my dear cousin," said Lowell, "haven't the police given you any useful information?" "The honorable Boston policeman. Allow me to tell you, Cousin Lowell. Do you know what happened to them when they took all the devil's goons they could find into the police station?" Richard waited sincerely for Lowell's answer.Lowell showed an anxious expression, and said hoarsely that he didn't know. "Let me tell you, one of the criminals committed suicide by jumping off the building. Can you imagine? The mulatto officer who presumably tried to save him told something about the dead man, saying that he had whispered some incomprehensible words to him before he jumped. " Lowell leaped forward, grabbed Healy and shook him, as if to shake more out of him.Fields tugged on Lowell's coat. "You mean a mulatto police officer?" Lovell asked. "It's the venerable Boston policeman," Richard replied, frowning, suppressing his grief. "We would have hired a private detective, but they are almost as corrupt as the devils in this city." Then there were groans from the upstairs room, and Roland Healy ran down the stairs, down the middle of the stairs, and told Richard that his mother had been ill again. Richard immediately ran upstairs.Nell Lanney took the opportunity to walk towards Lowell and Fields, but was spotted by Richard Healy, who was going upstairs.Crouching over the wide banister, he ordered her, "Nell, get the job done in the basement, do you hear me?" He waited until she was in the basement before resuming his steps upstairs. "So Officer Wray overheard that whisper while investigating Healy's killer," Fields said.Now it was just him and Lowell. "And now we know who the Whisperer is, the one who died at the police station that day." Lowell thought for a moment, "We have to see what scares the maid like that." "Be careful, Lowell. If the young man sees it, you'll get her in trouble." Fields' worry made Lowell calm down. "Anyway, Healy said she's been chasing rumors." Just then, there was a loud bang from the nearby kitchen.Lowell, convinced that they were still alone, made his way to the kitchen door.He knocked lightly on the door.no response.He opened the door and walked into the kitchen, and heard another sound from the stove: the vibrating sound of the food delivery elevator.He opened the wooden gate and found that the elevator was empty except for a note. He hurried past Fields. "What's this? What's going on?" Fields asked. "We can't make the machine talk. I have to find the study. You stay here and keep an eye out, and make sure you see if young Healy is back," said Lowell. "But, Lowell!" said Fields, "what shall I do if he comes back?" Lowell said nothing, and handed the note to the publisher. The poet walks quickly through the corridor, examining every open door until he finds one blocked by a settee.He moved the chair away and tiptoed into the room.The room had already been cleaned, but only roughly, as if halfway through, Nell Lanney or some young servant, too distressed by the sight of it, could stay no longer.This is the place where Judge Healy died, and the memories of his life in the world seem to still remain here, accumulating in the fragrance from the parchment scroll. Lowell heard the groans of Edna Healy upstairs, growing louder and louder, and he tried to ignore them. These unfortunate people were tortured by the smell of death that emanated from the house. . Fields had been in the hall, reading a note from Nell Lanney: They told me to keep it a secret, and I couldn't do it, but I don't know who to tell.When I helped the Chancellor into the study, he was still moaning in pain in my arms, dying.How come no one came to help? "Oh, my God!" Fields crushed the note unconsciously, "He was still alive!" In the study, Lowell knelt down and put his head on the floor. "While you were alive," he murmured, "you made great concessions. That's why you were killed." He pointed this out tactfully to Atmos Healy's spirit in heaven. a little. "What did Satan tell you? After the maid found you, did you want to tell her? Or, what did you want to ask her?" He saw bloodstains on the floor, and found something on the edge of the carpet: Flat maggots, the remains of insects that Lowell didn't recognize, the wings and torsos of insects with red eyes that Nell tore to pieces and dropped on the judge's body.He rummaged through Healy's overcrowded desk drawers and found a pocket lens, which he used to observe insects and found his blood mixed in the trails they left as they crawled.

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