Chapter 12 Section 12

Stephen Houbry is 27 years old, with a long face and long jaw, energetic, but he does not seem to have developed a brain, he is kind-hearted, somewhat pretentious and stubborn.He put the breakfast tray on the table to eat, and when he opened the newspaper on the table, he frowned suddenly.He shook his head and went upstairs.He knocked on the door, and a crisp voice inside said: "Come in!" He walked in. Sicily Hobli sits in bed with a breakfast food stand in front of this spacious and gorgeous bedroom facing south.Any man would have been fascinated by the lovely atmosphere, but to Sir Houbrey his wife had lost her former charm. Three years ago, the delicate Sicily made him madly fall in love.Now that everything is over, he has become steady and rational.

"What's the matter, Stephen?" said Hobrif in surprise. "Sicily, what the hell is going on? We have agreed that there is no need to live like this. You will have your own house for living expenses, which is a very considerable sum of money. Why did you suddenly come back?" "I think this is better." Sicily shrugged, "Yes, the woman you like is Kerr, you should marry her." "It's too late now, because I'm married to you," said his sergeant. "But you hate this place, and the life here, so why did you come back to the Horburys?"

Sicily said with a straight face, "I thought about it just now, it's better to come back." "Just now?" He thought for a moment and then said, "Sicily, did you borrow money from that French woman? The one who was murdered on the plane." "No, of course not." "Don't play dumb, Sicily. If you've borrowed money, you'd better tell me. The police will catch the murderer sooner or later. If you have anything to do with it, we'd better plan ahead and get Fox, the family lawyer. Come help with it." Sicily got up from the bed angrily and said, "Maybe you think I'm a murderer, but I never knew there was such a thing as murder. I know you hate me, and I wish I could die tomorrow."

"You're exaggerating. What I'm worried about is our family's reputation." After speaking, he turned and left the room.The pulse in his head was beating, and he couldn't calm down.How gentle and lovely she used to be, but now she has become vulgar, depraved, and evil.He whistled once.A poodle knelt down and shook its head at him, and they walked out of the courtyard one after the other.He walked aimlessly, confused.On a narrow path he met Miss Venetia Kerr on a sorrel horse. "Hello, Vinicia." "Hello, Stephen." They exchanged pleasantries for a while.

"Sicily came back last night," said Stephen, and there was a moment's silence between them. "Venice, do you know who did what happened on the plane?" "I don't know," she said, "it's not Sicily and it's not me. She's right across from me, and we've been watching each other." "Venicia," Stephen said, "I have known you for a long time, can you tell me whether Sicily has anything to do with this Giselle?" At this time, he found that Venicia on the horse was very charming and personable. "I don't know. But to be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if there was. Why are you so worried? You are already half-separated, and that's her business."

"As long as she is still my wife in name, it cannot be said that she has nothing to do with me." "So, you—have you agreed to a divorce?" "I'm afraid she won't accept it." They were silent for a while, and he said again: "If I get divorced, Venetia, will you marry me?" "One would think so," she said, looking down at the horse's eyes.Stephen, she loved him so much, they were childhood sweethearts, but then the scheming chorus girl made him possessed. "Stephen, I have an idea. If we elope, Sicily will agree to a divorce."

He interrupted her abruptly, "I won't let you do this, I can't ruin your reputation." Venetia thought: He is biased and sometimes stubborn, but I will always love him. "Okay, Stephen, I have to go." She kicked the horse's belly lightly and waved away.She rode for a while, and accidentally dropped the whip on the ground.A man came out of the forest and picked up the whip and handed it to her, and bowed to her very exaggeratedly. "That foreigner, he gave me the seat on the plane. They say he is a detective. Why is he here?"