Chapter 51 second quarter

"We shouldn't have let Ray do this alone." Lowell muttered. "I don't understand why Wendell hasn't come yet," Fields said anxiously. "I stopped by his house when I came, and Mrs. Holmes said he had already left." "It's not too late," said Longfellow, but his eyes never left the clock. Lowell covered his face with his hands.By the time he looked at the clock through his fingers, another ten minutes had passed.He buried his face in his palms again, and suddenly, a thought came to his mind, and the thought made him shudder.He rushed to the window. "We must go to Wendell immediately!"

"What's the matter?" Fields asked, panicking at the look of horror on Lowell's face. "On the corner," said Lowell, "I once called him a traitor!" Fields laughed softly: "Dear Lowell, I don't remember this matter for a long time." Lowell clutched the publisher's coat sleeve for balance. "You still don't understand? I had a fight with Holmes on the corner of the street the day I found out Jannison had been cut into pieces, because he was withdrawing from our project. At the time, Teal, Galvin to be precise , right across the lobby. He must have been eavesdropping on our conversation the whole time, just as he was eavesdropping on a Harvard committee meeting! I followed Holmes all the way from the author's anteroom to the lobby, yelling behind him—you don't remember What did I say? Still didn't hear? I yelled at Holmes that he was a traitor at the Dante Club. I said he was a traitor!"

"Cheer up, Lowell," Fields said. "Teel listened to Green's sermons, and then committed murder. I accuse Wendell of being a traitor: my sermons were short, but Teal listened!" cried Lowell. "Ah, my good friend, I killed you. I killed Wendell!" Lowell rushed to the lobby to pick up his coat. "He'll be here any minute, I'm sure," said Longfellow. "Come on, Lowell, at least we'll have to wait until Sergeant Ray comes." "No, I'm going to Wendell now!" "But where are you going to find him? Besides, you can't go alone," said Longfellow. "Everyone."

"I'll go find it with Lowell." Fields said as he grabbed the alarm that Lei left behind and shook it to see if it worked. "I promise everything will be all right. Longfellow, you wait here for Wendell. We'll get the police and get Ray right away." Longfellow nodded. "Let's go, Fields! Hurry up!" Lowell yelled in a crying voice. Lowell ran along the sidewalk up Britto Street, Fields following closely.There are no people on the street. "Well, where did that police officer go?" Fields asked. "The street is empty. There's not even a soul..."

There was a rustling in the bushes behind the Longfellows' high fence.Lowell signaled Fields to be quiet with a "shh", and tiptoed to the place where the sound came from, waiting anxiously without moving. A cat sprang from under their feet and ran away, disappearing into the darkness.Lowell had just breathed a sigh of relief when a man rushed over the fence and punched Lowell on the head.Lowell fell to the ground like a sail with its mast broken in two; the poet collapsed on the ground, his face so rigid, his eyes so still that Fields could barely recognize it. The publisher stepped back step by step, and looked up to meet Till's staring gaze.Fields took a step back, and Till took a step forward. The two just stepped back and forth, as if they were taking a very elegant dance step.

"Mr. Teal, I'm sorry." Fields' legs were shaking non-stop.Teal stared at him coldly. The publisher tripped over a dead branch that had fallen on the ground, and he turned and ran away, looking very embarrassed.He ran wildly down the Via Breto, stumbling, desperately trying to call and scream, but only a rough hoarse babble or two disappeared in the cold wind howling in his ears.He glanced back and took out the alarm in his pocket.Till, who was chasing him, disappeared.He turned and looked the other way, and felt someone grab his arm, lift him up and throw him hard into the air.He fell into the street and the siren slid into the underbrush with a faint jingle, as faint as the chirping of a bird.

Fields stretched his neck, already stiff with pain, and looked at the Craigie House.Seeing the warm gaslight that leaked from the window of Longfellow's study, Fields seemed at once to realize the whole purpose of the murderer. "Don't, don't hurt Longfellow, Teal," Fields cried like a child. "Haven't I always done my duty?" The veteran raised a bludgeon, held it high above his head, and slammed it down. A few hours after the meeting with the deacon of the Second Unitarian Church in Cambridge, the successor of the Reverend Talbot, Dr. Holmes carried an old musket at his side and a lamp bought at a pawn shop. Kerosene lamps, entered churches, and sneaked into catacombs.Holmes thought about telling Longfellow and the others what he thought, but finally decided to investigate it himself first.Once it is found out that Talbot's catacombs are indeed connected to an abandoned tunnel for hiding escaped slaves, the police can catch the murderer.How Satan entered the tomb beforehand, killed Talbot and then escaped without anyone noticing, this mystery can also be solved.It was Dr. Holmes who instinctively encouraged the Dante Club to investigate the murderer first. Of course, this is also due to Lowell's urging everyone to investigate to the end; why didn't he reveal the truth alone?