Chapter 27 Section IX

"The Dante incident?" Fields repeated these words, his voice changing. Janison nodded gravely. "Damn school board, they want to cancel Lowell's Dante seminar, they try to prevent your translation work, my dear gentlemen! Lowell told me all, but he was too proud to ask help." After Janison finished speaking, the three of them sighed repressedly. "As you must know, Lowell has suspended the Dante seminar," Jenison said.He was a little frustrated, this was their own business, but they were indifferent. "I said, this is not acceptable. This is not commensurate with the talent of a genius like Lowell. You can't let it go. You have to fight. If Lowell takes the road of compromise, I am afraid that he will probably have a nervous breakdown. And I heard that Manning is very happy in college." Speaking of this, his face showed deep worry.

"My dear Mr. Jannison, what would you like us to do?" Fields asked half jokingly and half politely. "I implore him to take courage." Janison pressed one fist against the palm of the other, as if to prove his wisdom, "save him from cowardice, otherwise, our city will lose another hero I have another idea, to create a permanent organization dedicated to the study of Dante—I can start learning Italian and be your right-hand man!" Janison smiled, and then pulled off the money and pointing out a few large bills, "A Dante association dedicated to the preservation of this literary work dear to gentlemen. What do you say? Be sure to keep my participation secret, and if someone from the school board asks Come on, you guys find an excuse to prevaricate."

Before anyone could reply, the door of the author's reception room was suddenly pushed open.Lowell appeared before them, his face pale. "Why, Lowell, what's the matter?" Fields asked. Lowell was about to speak, when he saw Janison present, he changed his voice and asked, "Jenison, what are you doing here?" Janison looked at Fields anxiously and asked him for help. "Mr. Jennison and I have some things to discuss," said Fields, thrusting the money belt into the merchant's hand and pushing him out the door, "but he's leaving now." "I hope nothing is wrong, Lowell. I'll call on you later, my friend!"

Fields saw Teal, the young male clerk on the night shift, standing in the lobby and told him to walk Janison downstairs.Then he turned and bolted the door of the author's reception room. Lovell poured himself a glass of wine, "You won't believe how lucky I am, friends. I went to the Half Moon Apartment to find Bucky, and at first I found nothing. I was so angry that I wanted to wring my own neck! Everywhere They couldn't find him, and the neighbors didn't know where to find him. It's no wonder that the local Dubliners and this Italian have nothing to do with each other, even if their lives are in danger. would ask him for help. I almost came home empty-handed like you this afternoon."

Fields, Holmes, and Longfellow were silent. "What's the matter? What's the matter?" Lovell asked. Longfellow suggested that everyone go to Craigie's for dinner, and on the way they told Lowell about Bucky.Over dinner, Fields told Lowell how he turned to the Harbor Master and bribed him with a gold silver eagle coin to persuade him to check Bucky's travel log.According to records, Bucky bought a discounted round-trip ticket, and he could only return after January 1867. After returning to the living room, Lowell seemed to have been hit hard, and suddenly sat down on the chair. "He knew we found him. And of course he knew we knew Lonza! The devil slipped from us like sand!"

"So we should celebrate," Holmes laughed. "Don't you see what that means, if you're right? Well, it all looks very encouraging, don't worry about it. " Fields turned sideways and said, "Lowell, if Bucky is really the murderer..." Holmes beamed, and continued Fields' words: "Then we're safe. The city is safe. And Dante! If we drive him away with our knowledge, then we're safe." Beat him already, Lowell." Fields rose beamingly, "Oh, gentlemen, I'll serve a Dante dinner that will put the Saturday Club to shame. May the lamb be as fresh as the lines of Longfellow! May the champagne sparkle as the wisdom of Holmes , the knife and fork are as sharp as Lowell's allegory!"

Everyone cheered Fields three times. Lowell's tense nerves relaxed a little. The news of the "Divine Comedy" translation seminar meant that they were back to normal, and they could enjoy their academic life without any worries.He wished they had never lost that joy by applying their knowledge of the Divine Comedy to such abominations. Longfellow seemed to know what was troubling Lowell. "During Washington's time," he said, "they melted church organ pipes into bullets, my dear Lowell. They had no choice. Now, Lowell, Holmes, you will accompany me to the wine cellar Are you going in? Fields, you go and see how things are going in the kitchen." He held up a candle from the table.

"Aha, good place!" Lovell sprang up from the armchair. "Have you any good wine, Longfellow?" "It's not like you don't know my rule of thumb, Mr. Lowell—a friend is visiting and pours the best wine. If you're entertaining two, it's the second best wine." The two laughed together, especially loudly because they were in a good mood. "But we've got four drunks here!" Holmes protested. "Let's hope for nothing, my dear doctor," advised Longfellow.Holmes and Lowell followed Longfellow down to the cellar by the silver light of the candles.Lowell chatted and laughed with everyone, trying not to pay attention to the severe pain that was spreading in his leg. The wound on his ankle was already swollen like a red disc, and the piercing pain kept spreading upwards .