Chapter 50 first quarter

Holmes had to get ready for a date.He decided to take his grandfather's musket, which he had last used during the Revolutionary War. Horse-drawn carriages are still prohibited on the streets.Holmes had no choice but to walk the winding streets of Beacon Hill, and if he had not walked a little earlier, he would have been in Fields' carriage.The weather was very cold. Pedestrians covered their ears one by one and ran on the street with their heads shrunk.Holmes coughed as he walked, feeling that the road was getting longer and longer.When he passed the First Church, he turned in and sat down. It was empty.

There, Holmes thought, was a place of refuge under the floorboards when the abolitionists came in--at least, under many Unitarian churches, where they dug tunnels for fugitive blacks, when Justice Healy The presiding court upheld the Fugitive Slave Act, which forced escaped blacks into hiding. In this empty church, Holmes had a sudden lift of spirits.Yes, authentic!Satan was hiding there, no wonder the police searched with all their strength, but they couldn't even find his shadow!That's why the prostitute watched Till approach the church in the thick fog and disappeared in an instant!That, too, was the reason why the terrified sexton of Talbot saw neither his entry nor his departure!The singing of the choir in praise of God activated Holmes' thoughts.In dragging Boston into Hell, Satan neither walks nor rides in a wagon, Holmes mutters aloud to himself.He went into the hole!

Lowell set off anxiously to join Craigie, and he was the first to arrive.Lowell didn't notice that none of the police guards in front of Elwood and Craigie's houses had disappeared on his way. Fields also arrived later. However, twenty minutes passed, but there was still no news of Holmes and Nicholas Ray.