Chapter 24 Chapter Twenty-Four

"I think so," said Bundo after a minute or two. "If I drive faster, you don't object, do you? I started later than scheduled." Anthony felt that their car was already going too fast, but when he thought about how fast this Pancad car would go if it was going up, the current speed was nothing compared to it. "Some people," Bundo slowed for a moment as they passed through a village. she says. "They're terrified of my driving. Poor old Daddy, for example. He won't ride in my old car anyway." Anthony privately thought that Marquis Jadham was right to do that.For middle-aged people who are prone to nervousness, it is not fun to go for a ride in so many cars.

"You don't seem to be nervous at all, though," Bundo continued approvingly, turning the corner at the same time. "You know, I'm well trained," Anthony explained to her gravely. "And," he added afterwards, "I'm going somewhere myself." "May I drive the car faster?" Bando asked kindly. "Oh, don't hurry up." Anthony said quickly. "We're averaging fifty miles an hour at the speed we're doing now." "I'm very curious now. I don't know why you left suddenly like this." Banduo blared the horn loudly, deafening the ears of the people nearby.Then, she said. "But, I guess I shouldn't ask? You're not running from the law, are you?"

"I'm not sure," Anthony said. "It won't be long." "That detective is not as bad as I thought." Bundo said thoughtfully. "Battle is number one," Anthony agreed. "You should have gotten into diplomacy earlier," Bundo said. "You never reveal much, do you?" "I thought I was too nagging." "Oh! You're not going to elope with Miss Prynne, are you?" "I have a clear conscience!" Anthony tried his best to explain. There was silence for several minutes.At this time, Banduo increased the speed and overtook three cars. Then, she suddenly asked:

"How long have you known Virginia?" "That's a tough question to answer," Anthony said.This is true. "Actually, I don't see her often, but I seem to have known her for a long time." Generally nodded. "Virginia has brains," she said suddenly. "She talks nonsense all the time, but she has brains. I think she's doing well in Herzoslav. If Tim Redford had been alive, he would have been successful in his career—to the nines and nines out of ten it was Virginia who helped him, and she did what she could to help him.Everything is done for him - and I know why. "

"Because she likes him?" Anthony said, keeping his eyes straight ahead. "No, because she doesn't like him. Don't you see? She doesn't love him—she never loved him, and that's why she's willing to do anything for him to make up for it. That's Virginia. A personality. But, make no mistake, Virginia never loved Tim Redford." "You seem quite sure," said Anthony, turning to look at her. "I know a thing or two about this. I was little when she married. I heard grown-ups say a thing or two. Knowing what Virginia was, I could easily connect cause and effect. Tie it up. Tim Redford totally fell for Virginia's pomegranate dress. You know, he's Irish, almost handsome, and a genius for languages. Virginia was young— —only eighteen. Tim follows her wherever she goes, looking miserable, and swears that if she doesn’t marry him, he’ll drink himself to death. Girls believe that—and So it used to be, so to speak—our minds have advanced quite a bit in the last eight years. She was deeply moved to find herself arousing as deep a feeling as he did. She married him—and was always as good to him as an angel. If she loved him, she wouldn't have been so nice to him. There's a lot of devil in Virginia. But I can tell you one thing—she likes her unrestrained life. Anyone who wants to persuade her to give up this will suffer."

"I don't understand why you're telling me this," Anthony said slowly. "It's interesting to know something about other people, isn't it? That is, about certain people." "That's what I wanted to know," he admitted. "And you're never going to hear it from Virginia. But you can trust me, and I can give you some inside information. Virginia is a sweet girl, and even women like her because she's a little She's not vicious either. Anyway," Bando ended her words with some sarcasm. "One's gotta say what's fair. Don't you?"

"Ah, of course." Anthony agreed.However, he still doesn't understand. He didn't know that she had told him so much without him asking her.He's happy this way, that's undeniable. "Here comes the tram," said Bundo with a sigh. "Now, I'm afraid I should drive more carefully." "I think so too." Anthony agreed. He and Bondo have a different idea of ​​driving carefully.They left the angry suburban crowd and finally came to Oxford Street. "Not bad, is it?" said Bundo, looking at his watch. Anthony nodded in agreement. "Where are you going to get off?"

"Anywhere. Which way are you going to go now?" "The road to Knightsbridge." "Okay, stop at the turn in Hyde Park." "Goodbye." Bundo stopped the car at the place he designated and said. "What will you do when you come back?" "I will find a way to come back by myself, thank you!" "I really frightened him," Bundo said to himself. "I'm not going to tell a nervous old lady to take your car and pick yourself up, but, personally, I find it funny. The last time I lost my temper like this was when I got attacked by a herd of elephants."

"I thought it was very rude of you to say that," said Bundo, "we didn't bump into anything today." "I'm sorry if you're holding back from driving so fast for me." "I don't think men are really brave," Bundo said. "It's amazing." Anthony said, "I have to leave with shame and shame." Bondo nodded and continued to drive.Anthony hails a taxi. "Victoria Station," he said to the driver as he got into the car. When he reached Victoria Station, paid his fare, and inquired when the next train for Dover was.Unfortunately, he just missed a class.

Anthony had to wait for about an hour.He frowned and paced up and down the station.Once or twice, I shook my head impatiently. Nothing happened on the way to Dover.When he arrived, Anthony quickly walked out of the station.Then, as if suddenly remembered, he turned back again.He asked people about the roads of Lanxiang Road and Hesmeer Village, and when he asked, there was a smile on his lips. The road he was looking for was a long road leading to the outside of the city.According to the guidance of the red hat, Hesmere House is the last house.He trudged on with aplomb.His brow became slightly wrinkled again.There was, however, a new excitement in his demeanor, which is always felt when danger is at hand.

As the red hat said, Hesmere House was the last house in Lanley Road.The house was far away from the road, surrounded by his own house, which was dilapidated and overgrown with weeds.As far as Anthony could judge, the house had been vacant for many years.The big rusted iron gate was rickety because the hinges were loose.The words on the doorplates on the doorposts were so worn out that they couldn't be read clearly. "Such a deserted place," muttered Anthony. "It's a good choice." He hesitated for a minute or two, looked up and down the road—it was deserted—and slipped quickly through the rattling iron gate and out into the overgrown driveway.After walking a short distance, he stopped to listen, while he was still some distance from the house.No sound could be heard anywhere, and some leaves that turned yellow quickly fell off from a tree overhead, making a soft rustling sound, which almost made people feel a little ominous in this silent environment.Anthony startled, then laughed. "Nerves," he murmured to himself. "Never knew I could be so neurotic before." He walks across the driveway.Presently, at the bend in the driveway, he slipped into the bushes, out of sight of those in the house, and continued on.Suddenly, he stood motionless, peering through the leaves.A dog was barking not far away, but it was another, closer sound that caught Anthony's attention. His sharp ears hadn't misheard.A man came hurriedly from the back of the house, a broad-shouldered, well-built man who looked like a foreigner. He didn't stop, but went on calmly, rounded the house, and disappeared again. Anthony nodded secretly. "Guards," he murmured. "They did a great job." As soon as he passed, Anthony went further and turned to the left.In this way, he followed the guard closely. His own steps made no sound. The wall of the house was on his right, and he came to a wide expanse of light that fell on a gravel walkway.The voices of several men's conversations were clearly audible. "My God! What a complete fool!" thought Anthony. "They deserve it if someone surprises them." He crept up to the window, stooping a little so that he would not be seen.Before long, he carefully extended his head to the level of the window sill and looked inside. " There were six people inside, sitting messily around a table.Among them were four large, stocky men with the typical slanted eyes of the Hungarian Mazakhs.The other two were swift, mouse-like beings.The language they spoke was French, but the four big men spoke it uncertainly and with a rough, guttural voice. "Boss?" one of them said in a low, somewhat whining voice, "when will he be here?" A little man shrugged. "It could come at any moment." "It's about time." The first person to speak said unfairly. "You boss, I've never seen it before. But, ah, I've waited here for nothing these days, so many spectacular things can be done!" "Fool!" said the other little man sharply. "If you get caught by the police, it's because of your vigorous affairs, and it's the only achievement of you babes. It's all a group of gorillas who caused trouble! " "Hey!" growled another burly guy. "You insult our comrades. ?I'll put a red hand around your neck in a minute. " He was almost on his feet and glared fiercely at the Frenchman.But one of his companions pulled him to sit down. "Don't argue!" he said impatiently. "We want to cooperate. I heard that King Victor cannot tolerate dissent from his subordinates." Anthony heard the watchman's footsteps in the darkness, came on patrol again, and retreated behind the bushes. "Who's that?" someone inside asked. "Carlo - on patrol." "Oh! What happened to the shut one?" "He's fine - he's recovering pretty quickly. The gash we punched in his head is healed." Anthony walked away gently. "Ah! look at this gang!" he murmured, "how can he talk about them with the window open, and that fool Carlo walks like an elephant on patrol--and Eyes like bats, and above all, the Hezoslavs and the French are on the verge of falling apart. King Viktor's stronghold seems to be in a dangerous situation." He thought: "It will be interesting to teach them a lesson. , that would be very interesting!" He stood there hesitantly for a moment, and at the same time, he couldn't help but smile to himself.Somewhere above his head, there was a muffled sound. Anthony looked around quickly.It was not yet time for Carlo to come back from his patrol, so he grabbed a thick five-leaf vine stick and quickly climbed up until he reached the window sill. The window was closed. However, he took out a tool from his pocket and Soon the hasp which fastened the window was pried open. He paused for a moment to listen, and then hopped lightly into the room.At the end of the room is a bed with a person lying on it.In the gloom, his figure was barely recognizable. Anthony walked over to the bed and shoved the flashlight into the man's face.It was the face of a foreigner, pale and pale, with a thick bandage wrapped around his head. The man's hands and feet were bound, and he stared at Anthony as if in great bewilderment. Anthony leaned down.As he did so, he heard a voice behind him, and turning sharply, he thrust his hand into his pocket. But a sharp command stopped him. "Hands up, boy! You didn't expect me to see you here. But I happened to be on the same train as you at Vittorini." It turned out that it was Mr. Hirham Fisher standing at the door.He was smiling and had a large automatic gun in his hand.