Chapter 35 Chapter Thirty-Four

It was 10 p.m. when Alexandra arrived at the house in Duck Harbor.She called George several times, but no one answered.She hoped he wouldn't be mad at her for being late.That afternoon, as Alexandra was about to leave for Dark Harbor, the phone rang, and she thought, I'm going to be late, let it ring, and ran out and got into the car.At this moment, the maid came after her. "Mrs. Mellis, your sister called and said she was looking for you urgently." Alexandra picked up the phone, and Eve said on the phone, "Honey, I'm in Washington, I'm in big trouble, and I have to see you."

"Of course," said Alexandra at once, "I'm going to Duck Harbor to meet George now, but I'll be back on Monday morning, so—" "I can't wait any longer." Eve said desperately, "Can you come to LaGuardia Airport? I'll be there on the 5 o'clock plane." "I could go, Eve, but I told George—" "It's urgent, Alex. But of course, if you're really too busy..." "Wait! All right, I'll go." "Thanks, honey, I know I can count on you." Eve rarely asked her for help, so she couldn't say no.She could still get to the island on a later flight, so she called George's office to tell him she was delayed, but he wasn't in the office.She asked her secretary to tell George.An hour later, she took a taxi to the airport to meet the 5 o'clock plane from Washington.Eve didn't arrive on that flight, and Alexandra waited at the airport for two more hours, but Eve was still nowhere to be seen.Alexandra didn't know how to get in touch with Eve in Washington, and finally, out of ideas, she flew to the island to find George.When she approached the Pine Ridge apartment, there was no light in it. George should have arrived early by this time.Alexandra looked around the room and turned on the lights.

"George?" But he didn't even have a shadow.She called home in Manhattan and the maid answered. "Is Mr. Mellis home?" Alexandra asked. "Why, no, Mrs. Mellis. He said you two would go out together on weekends." "Thank you, Mary. He may have been delayed somewhere." There must be a reason for his lateness.Some business must have caught him at the last minute as he was about to leave, and as usual, those colleagues at the company let him handle it.He may be here soon.She called Eve. "Eve!" Alexandra yelled, "what the hell happened to you?"

"What happened to you? I was waiting for you at JFK and you never showed up—" "JFK! You said LaGuardia." "No, honey, JFK." "But—" Of course it doesn't matter. "Sorry," Alexandra said, "I may have misheard. How are you?" Eve said, "Well now, it was a horrible time, a man stalked me, he was a big political figure in Washington, and I thought he was unnaturally jealous—" She laughed, "I can't talk on the phone Tell me those details here, the telephone company will cut off our calls, and I will tell you in person on Monday."

"Okay," Alexandra said, a stone dropped from her heart. "Have a nice weekend," Eve said. "How's George?" "He's not here," Alexandra tried to keep her voice normal. "I think he's too busy with work to call me." "I'm sure you'll hear from him shortly. Good night, dear." "Good night, Eve." Alexandra put down the microphone and thought, It would be great if Eve could find a real good person.As good as George, as gentle.She looked at her watch, it was almost 11 o'clock.Now he should be free to make a phone call.She picked up the phone and dialed George's company number, but no one answered.She called again to his club, who told her she hadn't seen Mr. Mehlis, and by midnight Alexandra began to panic.When it was 1 o'clock, she was restless and didn't know what to do.Was he out with a customer so he couldn't call and tell her?Perhaps due to flying somewhere, unable to contact her before leaving?There could be many reasons.If she called the police and George walked in, wouldn't she look like a fool!

At 2am, she called the police.There is no police force on Poro Island, the nearest police station is in Waldo County. A sleepy voice said, "Waldo County Sheriff's Office, Officer Renport." "I am Mrs. George Mellis, at Pine Ridge Apartments." "Yes, Mrs. Mellis." The sleepiness disappeared from the voice, "What can I do for you?" "Honestly, I don't know," said Alexandra hesitantly. "My husband was supposed to meet me here tonight, but he—he never came." "Oh." The voice was meaningful.The officer knew there were at least three reasons why a husband didn't come home at 2 o'clock at night: blonde hair, black hair, and red hair.

He said tactfully, "Did he delay on the way to go out to do some errands?" "He—he usually calls." "You know, Mrs. Mellis, sometimes you go where you can't make a phone call. I'm sure you'll hear from him." Now she really felt like a fool.Of course the police can't help at the moment.She had read somewhere that a man was missing for twenty-four hours before the police were looking for him, but George wasn't missing, God forbid, he was just late. "I believe you're right," Alexandra said into the microphone. "I'm sorry to bother you."

"Never mind, Mrs. Mellis, I dare say he'll be on the seven o'clock ferry." At 7 o'clock, he didn't come, nor was he on the next ferry.Alexandra hung up again at home in Manhattan.George is still not there. A sense of impending doom began to hang over Alexandra.Something had happened to George; he was in a hospital somewhere; ill, perhaps dead.If only she hadn't been held up by Eve at the airport; maybe George got there first, saw she wasn't there, and left.But the situation didn't adequately explain what was happening, and he should have left a note.He may encounter burglars, be wounded or kidnapped.Alexandra ran from house to house looking for any possible clues.But everything is intact.She went down to the dock again, and "Kessel" was there, moored there quietly.

She hung up on the Waldo County Police Department again.Constable Philip Ingram, a seasoned officer with twenty years of experience, was on the morning shift.He had learned that George Mellis had not returned overnight.This became the main topic of conversation for the police officers throughout the morning, and most of the content was yellow. He said to Alexandra: "He hasn't heard from him yet, Mrs. Mellis? Well, I'll go and see myself." He knew it might be a waste of time, because her husband might be looking somewhere. Woolen cloth.When the Blackwells called, they had to run.Anyway, he thought, this is a pretty lady, and he's seen her a few times.

"I'll be back in an hour or so," he told the officer on duty. ※※※ Officer Ingram listened to Alexandra's report, inspected the house and dock, and concluded that something was wrong.George Mellis was supposed to meet his wife at Dark Harbor last night, but he never showed up.Even though it wasn't Officer Ingram's problem, he knew there was no harm in doing something for a member of the Blackwell family.Ingram called the airport on the island and the ferry terminal in Lincoln Valley.George Mellis had not used any of the equipment there during the past twenty-four hours. "He didn't go to Dark Harbor," the officer told Alexandra.But what does this mean?Why has this guy been missing?In Officer Ingram's mind, no normal man would want to leave a woman like Alexandra.

"Let's check the hospital and stop—" he hesitated to speak, "and other places, and post missing person notices." Alexandra tried hard to control her feelings, but he could still see her anxiety. "Thank you, Officer, I am deeply grateful for everything you have done." "It's my job," Officer Ingram replied. ※※※ Officer Ingram arrived at the police station and began calling the hospital and the morgue.The answer was no, and there was no accident report on George Mellis.Ingram's next move was to call a friend who was a reporter for the Maine Courier-Journal.Subsequently, Ingram sent a missing person notice. That afternoon the papers carried a story with the headline: ※※※ Peter Templeton just got the news from Detective Nick Pappas. "Peter, remember when you begged me to look into George Mellis?" "Remember……" "He's missing." "What's up with him?" "Missing, missing, running." He waited a moment for Peter to catch the news. "Did he bring anything with him? Money, clothes, a passport?" "No, from the reports we got from Maine, Mr. Mellis evaporated. You're his neurologist, and I thought you might know why this guy did what he did." Peter said seriously, "I don't know anything, Nick." "If you know anything, tell me, the scene is getting hot." "Okay," Peter agreed, "I'll tell you." Thirty minutes later, Alexandra called Peter Templeton, and he could hear the panicked shrillness in her voice. "I—George is missing. Nobody knows what happened to him. I thought he might have told you something, and there might be some clue, or—" She broke off. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Mellis. He hasn't spoken to me about anything, and I have no idea what happened to him." "Oh." Peter wished there was some way to comfort her, "If I remember something, I'll call you, how can I find you?" "I'm in Dark Harbor right now, but I'm going back to New York tonight, and I'm going to stay at my grandmother's." Alexandra couldn't stand being alone.She had spoken to Kate several times this morning. "Oh dear, there's nothing to worry about," said Kate, "he must have been out on business and forgot to call you." But neither of them believed it. ※※※ Eve saw the news of George's disappearance on TV.The television also featured pictures of Pine Ridge and Alexandra and George after their wedding.There's a close-up shot of George, his wide-open eyes looking upwards, which reminds Eve of the stunned look on his dying face. The TV commentator said: "So far, no atrocities have been found, and there is no news of the kidnapper asking for a ransom. The police estimate that George Mellis may have been the victim of an accident and lost his memory." Eve was satisfied. Laughed. They will never find the body.The bodies had been washed into the sea by the tide.Poor George.He had been carrying out her plan with perfect precision.But she changed it.She flew to Maine, rented a motorboat and took it to Fair Creek Bay for "a friend."She chartered a second boat from a nearby pier and sailed to Duck Harbor, where she waited for George.And he didn't know it at all.She had carefully cleaned the deck before returning to the dock, and after that it was a simple matter of towing George's rented motorboat back to the dock, returning her own charter, and flying back to New York to wait for her to know Alexandre Pull will definitely call. It was a well-planned crime.Police will classify it as a mysterious disappearance. The announcer went on to say, "Other news..." Eve turned off the TV. She didn't want to delay her date with Rory McKenna. ※※※ At 6 a.m. the next morning, a fishing boat found the body of George Mellis washed up on the breakwater in Pinoscote.Morning news reports called it a misstep and drowning, but as further news came in, the tone of the coverage began to change.A post mortem revealed that what was initially thought to be a shark bite was in fact a knife wound.Evening news reports: "George Mellis suspected of murder . . . millionaire assassinated." Officer Ingram was studying tide charts from the previous night.After reading it, he leaned back in his chair with a puzzled look on his face.If it hadn't been blocked by the breakwater, George Mellis' body should have been washed out of the bay.What puzzled him was that the body was probably carried by the tide from the direction of Dak Bay.But George Mellis had never been there. ※※※ Detective Nick Pappas flew to Maine to have a conversation with Officer Ingram. "I think my department might be helpful to you at this point," Nick said. "We have some interesting background material on George Mellis. I know it's beyond our jurisdiction, but if you need With our cooperation, we are pleased to make these materials available to you, Mr. Inspector." During his two decades with the Waldo County Police Department, the only thrill Sergeant Ingram had seen was a drunk tourist knocking off the head of a moose hanging from the wall of an antique store.And this time the death of George Mellis was front-page news, so Officer Ingram thought it was his chance to make a name for himself.If I was lucky, I might land myself a detective position in the NYPD, which is wonderful.So now he takes one look at Nick Pappas and mutters, "I don't know..." As if seeing his mind go, Nick Pappas said: "We're not expecting any fame. It's a stressful case, so it would be easier for us if we could close it sooner. I'll put the All the background material on George Mehlis is for you." Deciding he had nothing to lose, Officer Ingram said, "Okay, I'll do it." ※※※ Lying in bed and heavily sedated, Alexandra stubbornly refused to accept the fact that George had been murdered.How could he?There is no reason for anyone in the world to kill him.While the police talked about the stab wound, they could be getting it wrong.It must have been an accident.No, no one was going to kill him... No one was going to kill him... The sleeping pills Dr. Harry had given her had finally worked.She fell into a deep sleep. ※※※ Eve is shocked to hear that George's body has been found.But maybe that's a good thing.Alexandra would be the only suspect, Eve thought.She was there, on that island. In the living room, Kate sat on the sofa next to Eve.The news came as a complete shock to Kate. "Why would anyone assassinate George?" she asked. Eve sighed, "I don't know, Granny. I really don't. My heart breaks for Alexandra." ※※※ Officer Philip Ingram questioning staff at the Lincoln Valley Ferry Terminal. "Are you sure that neither Mr. nor Mrs. Mellis came by the ferry on Friday afternoon?" "They didn't come when I was on duty. I asked the person on duty in the morning, and he didn't see it either. They must have come by plane." "One more question. Did anyone else take the ferry on Friday?" "Damn it!" said the man, "you know no strangers come to the island at this time of year, and there might be a few tourists in the summer—but in November? Musty!" Officer Ingram went back to Poro Island Airport to talk to the manager. "George Mellis certainly didn't fly that night, he must have taken the ferry to the island." "However, Lou said he hadn't seen George." "Then, hell, he won't swim?" "Then have you seen Mrs. Mellis?" "See you, she came around 10 o'clock, I asked my son Charlie to drive her from the airport to Pine Ridge." "Did you see Mrs. Melis's expression at that time?" "Interesting question. She was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and my son could tell. She was usually very calm and nice to talk to everyone, but that night she seemed very anxious." "One more question. Were any strangers flown in that afternoon? Any unfamiliar faces?" He shook his head and said, "No, those who come are regular customers." An hour later, Officer Ingram spoke to Nick Pappas on the phone: "I'm in a bloody mess." He told New York detectives, "Friday night, Mrs. Mellis was about Arrived at Poro Island Airport by private jet at around 10 o'clock, but her husband did not come with her, nor did he come by plane or ferry, in fact, there was no indication that he was on the island that night." "Except for the tide." "yes." "His killer probably threw him overboard from a boat, thinking the tide would wash him out to sea. Have you checked the Cossel?" "I went through the whole thing and found no signs of violence, no blood." "I'd like to take some forensic experts there, would you agree?" "As long as you remember our little deal." "I remember, see you tomorrow." ※※※ The next morning, Nick Pappas and some experts arrived on the island.Officer Ingram escorted them to the Blackwell family's dock, where the Kossel was moored.Two hours later, the forensic expert said: "Looks like we're going to break through. Nick, found some blood under the fence." That afternoon, police tests proved that the blood was the exact same blood type as George Mehlis. The police department in Manhattan's affluent districts is extremely busy. A series of overnight raids has filled the prison with drug addicts and the detention house is full of prostitutes, alcoholics and gangsters.As Peter Templeton was escorted through the chaos to Detective Pappas's office, the noise and stench continued to overwhelm him. "Hey Peter, it's great to have you here." On the phone, Pappas said, "You're keeping something from me, friend. Come to my office at six o'clock, or I'll send a SWAT team to get you." When his companion left the office, Peter asked, "What the hell is going on? Nick, what's bothering you?" "I'll tell you what's haunting me. Some people are playing tricks. Do you know what we've got? A missing man died on an island he never went to." "That doesn't make sense." "Tell me friends, the ferry drivers and the people who run the airport swear they never saw George Mellis the night he disappeared, so the only way he could possibly get to Dark Harbor is by motorboat. I inquired All the motorboat drivers in the area, but no one saw him." "Perhaps he was not in Dark Harbor that night." "That's not the case with the forensic tests. They found some evidence that Mellis had gone to the house that night and changed from his suit to his nautical suit, which he was wearing when his body was found." clothing." "Was he killed in the house?" "He died on the Blackwell family's yacht. Then he was thrown into the water, and the killers hoped that the tide would wash the body out to sea and make it to China." "how--?" Nick Pappas raised a fat hand and said, "It's my turn. Melis was your patient. He may have talked to you about his wife." "What has she to do with this?" "It's a big deal, she might be my first, second and third choice." "You're crazy." "Hey, I don't think a psychiatrist would ever use a word like 'crazy.'" "Nick, what makes you think Alexandra Mellis is going to kill her husband?" "She was on the island and she had a motive. She arrived on the island late that night and said she was in the wrong place because her sister asked her to meet at the airport." "What about her sister?" "Give me a break. What do you expect her to say? They were twins. We think George Mellis went to the house that night, but his wife swore she never saw him. It was a very Big apartment, Peter, but not so big that no one can find it. Besides, Mrs. Mellis gave all the servants weekends off. When we asked her why, she said it was George's idea. Of course, George is currently unable to speak." Peter sat there, lost in deep thought. "You said she had a motive, what was it?" "You have a terrible memory, you got me into this, this lady is married to a psychopath, a sadist, he must have given her a good spanking from time to time, just imagine she doesn't want to take it anymore She asked for a divorce, and he refused. Why divorce? He was doing well. She dared not ask him to go to court—that would cause unbearable gossip. She had nowhere to go. She Had to kill him." He leaned back in the chair after he finished speaking. "What do you want from me?" asked Peter. "The situation. You had lunch with her ten days ago." He pressed the button on the tape recorder on his desk. "Let's record it now, Peter. Tell me about that lunch, Alexandra." How is Melis behaving? Is she nervous? Angry? Or hysterical?" "Nick, I've never seen such a relaxed, happy married woman." Nick Pappas stared at him and turned off the tape recorder with a jerk. "Don't lie to me, my friend, I went to see Dr. John Haley this morning. He has been giving Alexandra Mehlis medicine to bring her out of suicidal tendencies. Look at the For Christ's sake!" ※※※ Dr. John Harley's conversation with Inspector Pappas had troubled him greatly.The inspector cut straight to the point, "Has Mrs. Mellis been to your hospital recently?" "I'm sorry," said Dr. Harry, "but I can't discuss my patients. I'm afraid I can't be of much help to you." "Well, doctor, I can understand that you are an old friend and you have to keep quiet about everything. I have no objection personally." He stood up. "This is a murder case. I will bring a A legal certificate requires your medical records. When I find out what I want to know, I'm going to give them to the newspaper." Dr. Harry looked him over. "We can handle this in the above way, but if you tell me now, I'll do my best to keep it private. How?" "Sit down," said Dr. Harry, and Nick Pappas sat down. "Alexandra has been having some mental problems lately." "what is the problem?" "She was in a state of severe depression and was always talking about suicide." "Did she talk about using a knife?" "No, she said she kept having dreams about drowning. I gave her Wellbutrin. Then she said it didn't work for her, and I gave her Nowifensine. I—I didn't know it was good for her." Does she work." Nick Pappas sat there, putting it together in his mind.Finally, he raised his head, "Is there anything else?" "That's all, Inspector." ※※※ And, of course, John Haley was tortured by his conscience.He intentionally concealed the brutal beating of Eve by George Mellis.Part of the reason is that he didn't report it to the police at the time because he wanted to preserve the honor of the Blackwell family.Of course he didn't know the connection between Eve's beating and George Mellis's killing, but his instinct told him it would be better not to mention it.He would do anything to protect Kate Blackwell. Fifteen minutes after he made that decision, the nurse told him, "Dr. Keith Webster is calling, extension two, doctor." It happened as if his conscience was calling him. Keith Webster said, "John, I'd like to see you this afternoon, are you free?" "I'll make it available, what time?" "How about 5 o'clock?" "Very well, Keith, see you later." It seems that things will not calm down so easily. At five o'clock, Dr. Harry ushered Keith Webster into his office. "Would you like something to drink?" "No, thanks, John. I won't drink. Please forgive me for intruding on you." John Haley felt like Keith Webster was always apologizing every time they met.He was so gentle and small, never to offend anyone, but always trying to show kindness to others—a little dog who was always waiting to be patted on the head.It was beyond John Harry's belief that such a great surgeon lay beneath such a pale exterior. "What can I do for you, Keith?" Keith Webster took a deep breath and said, "About—you know—about the beating of Eve Blackwell by George Mellis." "how?" "You know she nearly died that time." "yes." "Well, it was never reported to the police. In view of the new circumstances—Mellis was killed, etc., I'm considering whether I should report it to the police." coming.There seems to be no escape from this problem. "You can do whatever you think you should, Keith." Keith Webster said glumly: "I know, but the situation is that I don't want to do something that might hurt Eve Blackwell. She is a very special person." Dr. Harry looked at him carefully and said, "She is." Keith Webster said with a sigh: "The only concern at the moment, John, is that if I keep quiet about it, it will be very embarrassing for me if the police find out about it later." For both of us, John Harry thought.He saw a little possibility, and he said intentionally or unintentionally: "The police are unlikely to find out, you see? Of course Eve would never mention this, and you healed her wounds so perfectly, except for that Small scars, no one will know she was hurt." Keith Webster blinked and said, "What little scar?" "A red scar on her forehead, and she told me you said you were going to have it removed in a month or two." Dr. Webster blinked faster now.Dr. Harry thought it was a nervous twitch. "I don't remember—when was the last time you saw Eve?" "She came into my office about ten days ago to talk about her sister. In fact, that scar is the only thing I can tell Eve from Alexandra. They're twin sisters, you know." Keith Webster nodded slowly and said, "Yes, I've seen pictures of Eve's sister in the paper. It's strikingly similar. You said the only mark you could tell them apart was that I made Eve The scar left on the forehead after the operation." "right." Dr. Webster sat silent, biting his lower lip.Finally he said: "Maybe I shouldn't go to the police at the moment, I'll have to think again." "Honestly, I think it's a sensible thing to do, Keith. They're both very lovely, and the papers are suggesting at the moment that the police think Alexandra killed George. That's impossible. I remember they were young When a girl..." Dr. Webster was no longer listening. ※※※ After leaving Dr. Harry, Keith Webster was puzzled. Of course he would not leave even a scar on that beautiful face, but Dr. John Harry saw it.It's possible that Eve would later be scarred from the accident, but why would she lie?There is no reason for that! He considered it from all angles, came up with all the different possibilities, and when he finally came to a conclusion.He thought, if I'm right, this will change my whole life... Early the next morning, Keith Webster called Dr. Harry. "John," he said, "excuse me for disturbing you, but you say that Eve Blackwell went to you and talked about her sister Alexandra?" "right." "Did Alexandra look for you after Eve went to your place?" "Yes, actually, she came to my office the next day, why do you ask that?" "Just curious. Can you tell me what Eve's sister does in your office?" "Alexandra is deeply depressed and Eve wants to help her." "Eve was beaten and almost died at the hands of Alexandra's husband, and now that man is killed, it is Alexandra who is under suspicion." Keith Webster always thought he wasn't smart.When he was in school, he had to study very hard to just pass the final exam.He has always been the laughing stock of his classmates.He was neither an athlete, nor a top student, nor a social good.He's like someone who doesn't exist.No one was more surprised than Keith Webster's family when he was accepted into medical school.When he was drafted to be a surgeon, neither his classmates nor his teachers expected him to be a competent surgeon, let alone great.In the end, he amazed everyone.There is a genius hidden deep in his body.He was like a great sculptor working his magic, but with living human bodies instead of clay.In a very short time, Keith Webster's reputation has grown enormously.Despite his medical success, it was impossible for him to overcome the psychological trauma left by his childhood.Deep down, he's still the boy who bores everyone, and the girls laugh at. ※※※ When he finally found Eve, Keith's hands were sweating.She answered the phone as soon as it rang. "Rory?" The voice was low and enthusiastic. "No, I'm Keith Webster." "Oh, Hello." He heard the change in her voice. "How are you?" he asked. "very good." He could sense her impatience. "I—I want to meet you." "I don't want to see anyone. If you read the papers, you know that my brother-in-law was killed and I'm in grief." He wiped his hands on his pants and said, "That's why I want to see you. Eve, there's something about me you should know." "what's the situation?" "I think it's better not to say it on the phone." He could almost hear Eve's mind moving. "Very good, what time?" "Now, if it's convenient for you." ※※※ Thirty minutes later he came to Eve's apartment, and Eve opened the door for him. She said, "I'm very busy. You want to see me. What do you want to tell me?" "About this." Keith Webster said apologetically. He opened the yellow envelope he was holding, and unsurely took out a photo and handed it to Eve.This is a picture of her. She looked at the photo, puzzled, "Why?" "Here's a picture of you." "I can see," she said impatiently, "what's the matter with the picture?" "It was taken after your operation." "So what?" "There's no scar on your forehead, Eve." He saw the expression on her face change. "Sit down, Keith." He sat across from her, his butt was just sitting on the edge of the couch, and he couldn't take his eyes off Eve.He had seen many beautiful women in his medical career, but it was Eve who completely captivated him.He had never met a woman like her. "I think you'd better tell me what the hell is going on." He starts from the beginning, talks about his meeting with Dr. Harry, and the mysterious scar, and when Keith Webster narrates these episodes, he keeps looking into Eve's eyes, which are expressionless. After Keith Webster finished speaking, Eve said: "I don't know what you're thinking, but anyway, you're wasting my time, my sister and I had a little joke about this scar, just So simple. Now, if you're done, I've got a lot to do." He is still sitting. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I wanted to talk to you before I go to the police." He could see that he really had her attention now. "Why on earth did you go to the police station?" "I had to report to the police that George Mellis beat you, and your scar, which I can't understand, but I'm sure you can explain to them." For the first time, Eve felt a sudden attack of fear.This stupid, dull, thin man in front of him had no idea, but he knew enough to make the police interrogate him. George Mellis was a regular visitor to her apartment, and it was entirely possible for the police to find witnesses who had seen him.She had lied that she was in Washington the night George was killed, but she had no real proof.Because it never occurred to her herself that she would need this evidence.If the police knew of the circumstances under which George Mellis had nearly beaten her to death, that would have been a motive and the whole case would have been cleared up.She must silence the man. "What do you want? Money?" "No!" She saw the look of indignation on his face. "What do you want?" Dr. Webster looked down at the carpet, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I—I like you very much, Eve. I hate anything bad that can happen to you." She forced herself to smile. "Nothing bad will happen to me, Keith. I've done nothing wrong. Trust me. My beating had nothing to do with the killing of George Mellis." She reached out and grabbed Doctor's hand, "If you can just forget about it, I'll thank you from the bottom of my heart, okay?" He took her hand and squeezed it hard, "I'd like to do it, Eve. I really would. But the police have an autopsy on Saturday, and I'm a doctor, I think, to testify at the autopsy and tell all I know." It's my responsibility." He saw the look of panic in her eyes. “你不必那样做！” 他抚摸着她的手说：“不，伊芙。那是我宣誓应尽的职责。只有一个办法能够阻止我那样做。”他看到她像抓住救命稻草。 他的声音非常温和：“不能强迫丈夫就他的妻子做证。”