Chapter 17 Section VII

Suddenly, four or five red-eyed flies emerged from under a few stacks of papers behind the desk, and rushed towards Lowell in a straight line like lightning. He took a deep breath and became flustered. He tripped over a heavy chair, and his leg suddenly hit the cast iron umbrella stand. With a loud noise, the umbrella stand was knocked to the ground. Desperate for revenge, Lowell picked up a heavy legal book and used it to deal with the flies one by one. "Don't try to scare away people like Lowell." He felt a dull pain above his ankle. It turned out that a fly had slipped into his trousers. When Lowell pulled up his trousers, the fly became dizzy and turned around a few times. try to escape.With childish glee, Lowell lifted his boot and smashed it across the carpet.It wasn't until then that he realized that there was a red bruise just above the ankle, where he hit the umbrella stand just now.

"Damn it," he cursed at the pile of dead flies.After calming down, he noticed that the heads of the flies seemed to have frozen expressions of dead people. Fields grunted and hurried past outside.Lowell was gasping for breath and didn't heed the warning until he heard footsteps and voices coming from above. Lowell took out Fanny Lowell's handkerchief embroidered with the three letters "JRL", wrapped the bug he killed just now and some other insect remains he found, stuffed them into the coat pocket, and ran out of the study immediately.The voices of his tortured cousins ​​came closer as Fields helped him move the armchair back into place.

The publisher eagerly inquired about the situation, "How about it, Lowell? Have you found any clues?" Lowell patted the handkerchief in his pocket lightly, "Here is the evidence, dear Fields."