Chapter 38 Section five

Holmes looked back at the gallows.A black hood covered Webster's head.Holmes opened the envelope. My dearest Wendell: How dare I serve my sentence to express my gratitude for all you have done?You believed in me with all sincerity, without a shred of doubt, and it has always been my spiritual pillar.Since the police took me from my home, only you have faithfully believed in my personality, and everyone else has been afraid to avoid it.What if those in your own circle of society, whom you feast and pray with in the chapel, stare at you with terror!What's more, my own lovely daughters have other ideas about their poor father's reputation in helplessness!

Still, I must tell you with gratitude, dear Holmes, that I did it.I killed Parkman and dismembered his corpse, burning them piece by piece in the lab furnace.Forgive me, I am an only child, I was utterly indulged by my parents, I was never able to control the emotions I should have had;My disputed case was justly heard, just as I deserved to die on this gallows.Everyone was right and I was wrong, and just this morning I wrote to the papers and to the brave concierge whom I shamefully reprimanded, telling the truth about the whole murder.It would be a consolation to me if the giving up of my life would make up, even in part, for the damaged law.

Please tear up the letter immediately after reading it.You saw me peacefully pass the last moments of this life, so don't think about this letter I wrote with trembling hands, because I live with lies. The letter fell from Holmes's hand, and at that moment the metal platform supporting the black-hooded man was pulled away and the gallows clanged.At this moment, Holmes no longer so sincerely believed in Webster's innocence as he understood that they would all be guilty if placed in the same desperate circumstances.As a doctor, Holmes has always believed that the design of the human species is completely flawed.

Besides, where is the crime that is not evil? The red-haired Holmes maid stood at the door and said there was a visitor.Holmes nodded hesitantly, motioning for the maid to go out and bring the guests in. "Dr. Holmes." Lowell tipped his hat. "I'm only here for a moment. I just want to say thank you for all the help you've given us. I apologize, Holmes, for getting mad at you and Because I didn't help you up when you fell, and because I said..." "It's not necessary, it's not necessary." The doctor threw a pile of proof samples into the fire.

Lowell watched as the proofs writhed and struggled in the fire with the same flames they had burned poetry. Holmes waited impassively for Lowell to yell at the scene, but he didn't. "Many years ago, when I was getting to know you, perhaps my first thought was that you reminded me strongly of Dante." "Me?" Holmes asked, his tone half mocking, half humble, "Me and Dante?" But he saw that Lowell's attitude was quite serious. "Yes, Wendell. Dante was trained in every scientific field of his day and was well versed in astronomy, philosophy, jurisprudence, theology, and poetics. It is said that he attended and completed medical school, so he There's so much to be said about human physical pain. Like you, he does everything beautifully. As far as the rest of us go, he's absolutely beautiful."

Holmes turned around, leaned on the hearthstone, and put some proofs of translations on the bookshelf. He felt the weight of Lowell's visit. "I may be lazy, Jamie, or callous, or cowardly, but I'm definitely not that kind of person... I just feel that whatever happens right now, we can't stop it." Lowell laughed, with a hint of sadness, "My dearest friend. But if you give up "Divine Comedy", it means that we have all given up." "If only you could understand what a horrific impression the remains of Phineas Jannison have left on my mind...chopped up, shattered, and...the consequences if the murderer can't be found..."

"That may be the greatest misfortune, Wendell. But one thing is unnecessary, that is, don't be afraid of it." Lowell said, walking towards the door of the study with a serious expression, "Okay, I mainly Wanted to apologize to you." Lowell reached for the door, then stopped and turned around. "I love your poetry too. You know it, dear Holmes." "Really? Thank you, then." Holmes looked into his friend's wide eyes. "How have you been these days, Lowell?" Lowell shrugged slightly. Holmes didn't let go of his question. "I don't want to say 'take courage' to you, because thinkers are not overwhelmed by the unexpected events of a day or a year."

"Wendell, I think we're all revolving around God in larger or smaller orbits, one half bathed in light, the other half about to be surrounded by darkness. But some people seem to be in the shadows all the time. You ain't many One of those I'd like to open my heart to. . . well." The poet cleared his throat aloud, and then whispered, "It's time, I'm going to Craigie's for an important meeting." "Oh? Is it related to the arrest of Willard Burndy?" Just as Lowell was about to go out, Holmes asked vigilantly, pretending to be uninterested.

"As we speak, Officer Ray rushes over to investigate this. Don't you think it's a joke?" "A total bluff, no doubt about it!" Holmes asserted, "but the papers say the prosecutor is going to hang him." Lovell puts a silk hat on top of his rebellious wavy hair, "So we have another sinner to rescue."