Chapter 14 Section 14

While Jane is having a good time, Norman Gale's business is in crisis.Patients call every day, canceling their appointments, with all kinds of excuses - away from home, out of the country, caught a cold, maybe not in the UK anytime soon... Miss Ross, the patient in front of me, said: "Mrs. Higgins sent me to tell you that she must cancel next week's appointment. Oh, and, by the way, Colonel Blunt said he couldn't come on Thursday." Norman nodded with a straight face.He put down the equipment in his hand and fell into deep thought.I was on the plane, but through no fault of mine, it looked like my career was going to be ruined.Oddly enough, Jane hit the lottery, and my patients flinched.What does that matter?Because I got to know Jane, how lovely she is...

At dinner with her that night, he had been trying to pull himself together, but Jane was too perceptive, and she finally said, "You seem to have something on your mind?" "Yes. That murder scared my patients away. I'm a dentist, not a murderer." "It's so unfair." "To be honest, if I get any clues, I will definitely follow up and investigate myself." Norman said. "Look, that's Mr. Clancy, sitting there alone. We might as well follow him." Norman accepted Jane's suggestion happily.They waited quietly. At last Mr. Clancy got up and left the restaurant, followed by Norman and Jane.Clancy didn't take a car, and with his coat in his hand, he wandered aimlessly on the streets of London. He turned at every corner, and ended up walking every street at least twice.He came to a butcher's shop, looked inside for a moment, and then took out a small notebook to write something.Sometimes, when he turned around inadvertently, Norman and Jian Jian who were following behind would see his lips moving, as if he was talking to himself.Then he strode forward and stopped in front of a house.He took out the key to open the ward and went in.

Norman and Jane looked at each other, and Jane said: "57 Cardington Square, this is the address he gave when he testified." "Good evening." A voice came out of the darkness. "What a night stalker!" It was Hercule Poirot.