Chapter 56 Section VII

Holmes walked forward.He just glanced at the man, but he knew right away it was Teal, a night owl who worked the night shift on the corner, their Satan.He glanced back and noticed that the man's neck was as thick as a professional boxer's, but his pale blue eyes and almost feminine mouth seemed to have a childishness that was out of harmony with the rest of the body, and he His feet, probably after a quick march, are straight and full of vitality like the feet of a teenager.Till turned out to be their enemy and rival.Dan Teal.Dan Teal!Hey, how could a master of words like Holmes fail to see the origin of this name?But Teal... but Teal...!Alas, at the corner, when Holmes bumped into the murderer in the corridor, how heavy was Lowell's urgent voice: "Holmes, you betrayed the Dante Club!" Till had been eavesdropping, He must have done the same in his Harvard office.With all the power Dante had amassed.

If Holmes was destined to be judged now, he must not involve Longfellow and the others.The tunnel began to slope downward, and he stopped. "I won't go any further!" he declared, trying to raise his voice to hide his panic. "I can do whatever you want, but don't implicate Longfellow!" After a monotonous silence, Teal said in a sympathetic tone: "Two of you must be punished. You must make Longfellow understand that, Dr. Holmes." Holmes realizes that Thiel doesn't want to punish him as a traitor.Thiel has come to the conclusion that Dante's club are not on his side and have abandoned his cause.If Holmes is a traitor to the Dante Club, as Lowell inadvertently declared to Thiel, Holmes is a true friend of the Dante Club: Thiel's club, a club dedicated to bringing Dante's Punishment for the unknown organization brought to Boston.

Holmes took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow. Just then Teal reached out a strong hand and grabbed Holmes' arm. Without prior consideration or preparation, Holmes slammed Teal's hand away. He didn't even realize that the force was so strong that Teal's body hit the rocky tunnel wall.Then the little doctor, clutching the lantern in both hands, began to run wildly. Out of breath as he sprinted down the dark winding tunnel, he glanced back and heard all kinds of noises and couldn't figure out which ones were coming from inside his head and breathing. What came out of his heavy chest came from outside his body.His asthma was like a chain on Death's feet, dragging him back.He stumbled across an underground cave and crawled into it.In the cave, he found a fur-lined military sleeping bag and a few hard pieces of leftovers.Here is Teal's home: a fireplace made of twigs, plates, frying pans, tin cans, coffee pot.Holmes was about to flee when he was startled by a rustling sound.Holmes held up his lantern, and at the back of the cave, Lowell and Fields sat on the floor, bound hand and foot, with a gag in their mouth.Lowell, his beard drooping across his chest, was motionless.

Holmes removed the things from the mouths of the two friends, but he could not untie the ropes that bound their hands. "Are you hurt?" Holmes asked. "Lowell!" He shook Lowell's shoulder. "He brought us here knocked out," Fields replied. "While Teal tied us up here, Lowell was yelling at him, and Teal knocked him out again. He I just passed out." Fields said worriedly "What exactly does he want from you?" Holmes asked. "Nothing! I don't know how we're still alive and what the hell he's doing!" "This monster has plans for Longfellow!"

"I hear his steps!" cried Fields. "Come on, Holmes!" Holmes' hands were shaking and sweaty, and the knot was too tight.The room was pitch black, and he could hardly see anything. "No, you go. You go now!" Fields said. "But one more second..." His fingers slipped off Fields' wrist again. "That'll be too late, Wendell," said Fields. "He'll be here soon. You ain't got time to untie the rope, and we can't get Lowell anywhere like this. To Craigie's." Go! Leave us alone—you must save Longfellow!"

"I can't do this alone! Where's Ray?" Holmes cried. Fields shook his head. "He hasn't been here. All the police stationed in front of the house have left! They've been evacuated! Longfellow is there alone! Hurry up!" Holmes rushed out of the room and down the tunnel, running faster than ever, until he saw a silvery light not far ahead.Fields' order sounded in his heart at this moment: run, run, run. Longfellow stood before the desk in the study and let out several inaudible sighs. Annie had suggested to him any game they would play.But the only thing he can do is stand at the desk and keep translating Dante's poems.

There was a rapid and heavy knock on the front door, and Longfellow was stunned.The knock on the door was getting louder and louder, and there was an aura of not giving up until the door was opened. "Holmes," he said to himself. Annie yelled that she was going to answer the door.She ran over and opened the door.The cold wind blows in and hits people directly. Anne opened her mouth to say something, but Longfellow could feel her fright in the study.He heard a muffled voice that none of his friends spoke like.He walked into the hall and saw a soldier in full military uniform. "Get her off, Mr. Longfellow," Teal demanded quietly.

Longfellow drew Annie into the hall and looked into her eyes, like her mother's, with a look on her face that said, "Go!" She nodded slowly, and hurried inside the house .