Chapter 36 third quarter

The library-to-study door opened: "Gentlemen, I'm afraid I must interrupt," Longfellow said, ushering in Nicholas Ray. A trace of fear flitted across the faces of Lowell and Fields.Lowell repeatedly asked Ray why he didn't report them. Longfellow smiled and was silent. "Professor Lowell," Ray said, "please don't do this. I'm here to ask for your gentlemen's permission to assist you." In a blink of an eye, Lowell and Fields put aside the quarrel just now, and greeted Lei warmly. "Hey, listen, I'm here to stop murder," Ray explained, "Nothing else."

"That's not our only goal," Lowell said after a long moment, "but we won't get there without assistance, and neither will you. The mark of the "Divine Comedy" is that without the help of the translator, you will not be able to follow the clues left by him." Longfellow left them in the library, and went back to his study alone. "Oh, Longfellow, that man's 'stump' is just a hand tucked into the sleeve!" Green said after Longfellow closed the door. "Yes, I know," replied Longfellow, going to the chair, "but, my dear Green, who cares if I don't treat him well?"

"Why, where are Lowell and Fields?" "I think I went out for a walk." Lowell had already complained to Fields that the room was getting hot, and then they went out to enjoy the air. "To tell you the truth," said Longfellow, taking his watch from his waistcoat to check the time, "they've been gone for some time." Fields and Lowell walked along Bretto Avenue, Lowell striding ahead, Fields desperately following behind. "Perhaps we should turn back now, Lowell." Suddenly, Lowell stopped in his tracks, and Fields cried out with joy, "Thank God."But the poet stared ahead in horror, he suddenly pulled Fields behind the elm tree, and told Fields to look ahead in a low voice.Fields saw across the street a tall guy in a bowler hat and checked waistcoat, turning the corner.

"Lowell, calm down! Who is he?" Fields asked. "That's the man! I saw him watching me in Harvard Square! Then he met Bucky! Then he had a hot conversation with Edward Sheldon!" "The unknown person you mentioned?" Lowell nodded victoriously. They stalked him, and Lowell instructed the publisher to keep a distance from the stranger, who was turning into a side street. "Oops! He's heading for your house!" cried Fields. "Lowell, we've got to go up and talk to him." "Give him the upper hand? I have better plans for the villain," said Lowell, leading Fields around the carriage station and the stables, and into Elwood by the back door.Lowell ordered the maid to meet the visitor who was about to ring the doorbell, and told her to lead the guest to meet him in the room on the third floor, and not to be disturbed by outsiders.Lowell picked up a hunting rifle from the library and led Fields up the narrow servants' stairs.

"Jamie! What on earth are you going to do?" "This time I will not let this person slip away until he confesses to my satisfaction." Lovell said. "Do you want to send someone to call Lei?" Lowell's bright brown eyes suddenly dimmed. "Jennison is my friend. He dined in this house, wiped his lips with my napkin, and drank from my glass. Now he I was cut into pieces! I will never hesitate cowardly in the face of the truth any more, Fields!" "Lowell, you will kill! As your publisher, I order you to put down your gun immediately!" Lowell covered Fields' mouth with one hand, and waited for the closed door.After a few minutes of silence, the two scholars crouched behind a sofa, listening intently to the footsteps of the maid leading the guests on the front stairs.As instructed, she ushered the visitor into the room and immediately closed the door.

"Hello?" the man called into the empty, strangely cold room. "What the hell is this parlor? What do you mean?" Lowell stood up from behind the sofa, pointed his rifle at the man's checkered vest. The stranger was suffocating with tension.He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a revolver, and pointed the muzzle of Lowell's rifle. Across the room, Lowell brought the gun to his bristly walrus beard.He squinted one eye, looked straight down the barrel of the rifle at the comer, and uttered a few words through gritted teeth. "Try it, no matter what happens, you're doomed. You're not going to send us to heaven," he said, pulling the trigger, "or we're going to send you to hell."

The stranger held the revolver, and after a while he threw it on the carpet. "There's no need to mess around like this!" "Put that gun away, Mr. Fields," Lowell said to the publishers, as if they did it every day. "You scoundrel, tell us who you are and why you're here? You What's the deal with Bucky? Why is Mr. Sheldon giving you orders in the street? Why are you at my house?" Fields picked up the gun on the ground. "Put down your gun, Professor, or I'll never say a word!" cried the man. "Listen to him, Lowell." Fields whispered, satisfied with his third-party stance.

Lovell puts the gun down. "Fine, but for your own safety, please be quiet." He kicked a chair over to the hostage, who repeatedly declared it was all "nonsense." "I thought we'd never get to know each other again until you shot me in the head," said the visitor. "My name is Simon Kemp, a detective with the Pinkerton Detective Agency, employed by Harvard University. Dr. Augustus Manning." "Dr. Manning!" Lowell yelled, "for what purpose?" "He wanted me to investigate the class on the character of Dante, looking for evidence that he might be 'poisoning' the students. I'm here to investigate and report back to him."

"So what did you find?" "I did invite a Mr. Bucky to meet me at school," Kemp said, "and I asked a few of the students. That insolent Mr. Sheldon gave me no orders, Professor. He was telling me how to solve my problem, but his words were so rude that I couldn't repeat them in the presence of two gentlemen in fine velvet collar jackets." "What did the others say?" Lovell demanded. Kemp let out a sneer. "My work is confidential, Professor. But I thought it was time to talk to you and ask you personally what you think of this Dante. That's why I'm coming to your house today." And what a welcome I have received!"

Fields narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Manning sent you to talk to Lowell directly?" "I'm out of his hands, sir. It's my own business, my own idea," replied Kemp haughtily. "You're lucky, Professor Lowell, that I was a little slow to pull the trigger." "Oh, I'm going to yell at Manning!" Lovell jumped up, leaning over Simon Kemp. "You're here to hear what I have to say, aren't you, sir? You must stop this baseless investigation immediately! That's what I have to say!" "I don't care about a few pennies, Professor!" Camp said with a half-smile, "but I've got this case and I can't go AWOL for anyone—whether it's a big guy at Harvard or someone like you. You old man! You can shoot me, but I'll get to the bottom of the case!" He paused, and then said, "It's my job."

From the inadvertent change in Kemp's tone when he said that last word, Fields seemed to understand immediately why he had come. "Perhaps we have another solution to the matter," said the publisher, drawing a handful of gold coins from his purse. "You say the case can be postponed indefinitely, Mr. Kemp?" Fields let go and dropped a few gold coins on Kemp's open palm.The detective's palms were still not closed, he waited patiently, Fields added two more for him, and a stiff smile appeared on his face. "And where's my gun?" Fields gave him the pistol back. "I dare say, gentlemen, that a solution occasionally satisfies all parties involved." Simon Kemp bowed, and descended the front stairs. That night, Lowell, who was already exhausted, went upstairs and returned to the bedroom. Lowell buried his face in the lotus leaf pillow without looking at his wife.But not long after, he buried his head in Fanny Lowell's skirt again, and wept uncontrollably for nearly half an hour.All the emotions he had known came together; he saw Holmes through closed eyelids, ravaged, sprawled, on the floor at the corner; Phoenix, split in two. Jannison cries out for Lowell to rescue him and free him from Dante. Fanny knew that her husband was not going to talk to her about the things that troubled him, so she just put her hands in his warm auburn hair and waited for him to cry himself off to sleep. "Lowell. Lowell. Wake up, Lowell. Wake up. Wake up." Lowell struggled to open his eyes, startled when he saw the sun shining. "What, what's the matter? Fields?" Fields sat on the edge of the bed, clutching a folded newspaper. "Is everything all right, Fields?" "No. It's noon, Jamie. Fanny says you've been sleeping all day, tossing and turning like a top. Are you sick?" "It feels better." Lowell saw what Fields was holding at a glance, and Fields seemed to want to hide it from him. "Something happened, didn't it?" Fields was pale and depressed. "Fields, don't..." "I want you to be stronger than I am, Lowell. For Longfellow we must..." "Another murder?" Fields handed him the newspaper. "That's not it. Satan's got it." The headquarters cell was three and a half feet wide and seven feet long.There was an iron door inside, and another door outside, made of hard oak.Close the second door, and the cell becomes a dungeon, from which there is no light, or even a ray of light.A prisoner could be kept inside for days at a time, until he could bear the darkness no longer and confessed to whatever he wanted to be interrogated. Burndy, Boston's second-highest safe-dealer after Langdon Paisley, heard the sound of a key in the oak lock, followed by the blinding gaslight that came through the gap between the door and the jamb, making him Dizziness. "Hold me here for ten years and a day, pig! I didn't kill, and I will never plead guilty!" "Be careful, Berndy!" the guard snapped. "I swear, on my honor..." "What's your guarantee?" the guard asked with a smile. "Guaranteed by a gentleman's personality!" At this point, the guards twisted Burndy into a room and pinned him on a chair. "What the hell is going on?" Berndy said lazily to the person sitting across from him. "I was going to shake your hand, but you saw I couldn't move. Listen...listen to me, First black cop, battle hero. While identifying suspects, a homeless man jumped out of a window, and you were there!" Burndy laughed at the thought of the deranged window jumper. "The D.A. wants to hang you," Ray said quietly, and Burndy stopped laughing. "You're dead. If you know why you got here, tell me." "I'm good at breaking safes. I'm the best in Boston, I mean, way better than that son of a bitch, Langdon Paisley! But I didn't kill any judges, and I didn't kill priests." of!" "How did you get caught here, Berndy?" Ray asked. "Those detectives are liars, they have eyeliners at all the stations!" Ray knew it was very possible. "On the night Talbot was robbed, the night before he was murdered, two witnesses saw you treading around the parsonage. What they said was true, wasn't it? It is for this that Detective Henshaw has selected you. Your crimes warrant your responsibility." Berndy wanted to refute, but he hesitated. "I'll show you something," Ray said, watching the other person's reaction carefully. "It might help you, if you can understand it." He passed a sealed envelope across the table.