Chapter 15 Chapter 15 A Discovery

Bobby had a rough time.The idleness with which he was forced to feign was exceedingly intolerable to him. Arbuthnot called him once and told him in a few words that everything was going well.Two or three days later he had a letter from Frankie, from her maid, posted at Earl of Marchington Castle, enclosed in a letter to the maid. Bobby hadn't heard from him since. "Your letter," cried Badger. Bobby excitedly went forward to get the letter, but it was written in his father's handwriting and postmarked by March Bolt. However, at this moment, he caught a glimpse of Frankie's maid in a clean black robe walking past the "Seagull" garage.Five minutes later he opened Frankie's letter.

Dear Bobby: I think it's time for you to go out.I have given orders to the family that you will use the Bentley whenever you need it.Prepare a driver's uniform, the one used in our family is dark green.Go to Harrods and ask my father for advice, best to get the details right.Concentrate on getting the beard right, it has to be a little different from the beards on other people's faces. Come find me here.You can bring a false letter from my father.It is understood that the car is now running normally again.There was room in the garage for only two cars, the family Daimler and Roger Bassington-French's two-seater.

Luckily the car is full, so you'll have to drive to Steverley to park. After you get there you get as much local information as you can, especially about Dr. Nicholson who runs a clinic for drug addicts.There are several suspicious circumstances about him: he has a dark blue Talbot; he wasn't home when your beer was tampered with on the 16th; and his details about my crash showed great interest. I think I've been considered a walking dead!Goodbye, my detective partner. love your victory crasher Frankie And again: I send this letter myself. Bobby's spirits lifted. He took off his overalls and told Badger that he was leaving soon.Just as he was in a hurry to leave, he remembered that he hadn't opened his father's letter.He was very excited when he read the letter, because the pastor's letter was not so much indulging in and expressing an extremely suppressed Christian emotion of bearing humiliation as it was driven by a spirit of conscientiousness.

The pastor wrote solid reports of March Bolt's daily activities, recounted his unhappiness with the organist, detailed the unchristian sentiments of one of his church deacons, and mentioned the rebinding of the Hymn Book. thing.The pastor wanted Bobby to be decisive, to do his best work, and to love his father forever. The letter was followed by the following: By the way, a man came to ask for your address in London.When I went out, he didn't leave his name.Mrs. Roberts said he was a tall, slightly stooped gentleman with a pince-nez.He seemed very sorry for not meeting you, and anxious to see you again.

A tall, slightly stooped man with pince-nez, Bobby mentally thought of acquaintances who came close to this description, but couldn't think of anyone. Suddenly, a wave of doubt rushed over his heart.Could this be the harbinger of another attempt to claim his life?Are those mysterious enemies trying to track him? He sat quietly, thinking hard.They, whoever it was, had just discovered that he had left the house.Predictably, Mrs. Roberts gave the man his new address. Thus, they, whoever they were, had watched over the place.If he goes out, he will be followed, and according to the current situation, it is impossible to get rid of the follower.

"Badger," said Bobby. "I'm here, old man." "come here." The next five minutes are spent doing a really hard job.By ten minutes, Bachar could take Bobby's orders to heart. When Badger had memorized it verbatim, Bobby climbed into a two-seat Fiat dated 1902 and drove it out of the garage with vigor.He parked his car in St James's Square and walked straight from there to the club he belonged to. He made a few calls inside, and a package was delivered to him two hours later.Finally, at about half-past three a chauffeur in a dark green livery walked up to St. James's Square and sped into a large Bentley that had been parked there about half an hour earlier.The parking lot attendant nodded to him and said that the gentleman who had parked the car had said--the gentleman stuttered a bit--that his driver would be picking it up soon.

Bobby inserted the car key into the clutch and withdrew deftly.The abandoned Fiat is still there waiting for its owner.Bobby let his upper lip feel uncomfortable from the tension and began to cheer himself up.He turned the car south, and before long, the powerful car was speeding down Northern Avenue. The only course he took was to be extremely careful.Convinced he was not being followed, he turned left and took a detour to Hampshire. Just after the afternoon tea, the Bentley chugs into the driveway of Merowe Court, driven by a well-built driver with standard posture. "Hey," cried Frankie briskly, "here comes the car."

She went out to the gate, and Sylvia and Roger came out with her. "Is everything all right, Hawkins?" The driver touched his hat to salute: "Yes, miss, the car has been completely overhauled." "That's great." "A letter from the master, madam." Frankie took it. "You're going to stay at the... what's it called... Anglers' Haven, Steverley Village, Hawkins. If I want a car, I'll call in the morning." "Very well, ma'am." Bobby reversed the car and sped down the driveway. "I'm sorry, but we don't have any room here," Sylvia said. "It's a beautiful car."

"You're a step ahead of that," Roger said. "That's right," Frankie admitted. She was satisfied that none of the slightest shudder of recognition of Bobby showed on Roger's face.She would be surprised if she did recognize it.Although she knew Bobby well, she didn't recognize him now herself.The mustache was so natural that even the unprofessional unnatural mannerisms of Bobby in his normal state were completely concealed by the chauffeur's uniform. The speaking voice was fantastic, too, not at all like Bobby's own.Frankie began to think that Bobby's talents far exceeded her previous estimate of him.

At this time, Bobby has successfully checked into the "Fisherman's Harbor" hotel. His assignment was to play the role of Miss Frances de Winter's chauffeur, Edward Hawkins. As for the way drivers behaved in life, Bobby just didn't hear much, but he imagined that a little arrogance could not go wrong.He tried his best to appear superior and act in camera.The admiring attitude of the various young women employed in Angler's Haven had a decidedly invigorating effect.He soon discovers that Frankie and her car accident have become major talking points in Staveley since the accident.Bobby walked toward the shopkeeper with a relaxed mood.The proprietor, a stout and friendly man named Thomas Askew, had nothing to hold back.

"Little Reeves was there to see the crash," Mr Askew declared. Bobby approved of the lad's telling lie.The famous crash has now been corroborated by an eyewitness. "He really thought it was the end of him," Mr. Askew went on, "and the car came straight at him down the hill, and instead of hitting him it hit the wall. It's a wonder the young lady didn't get killed." A miracle." "Miss has had several death threats," Bobby said. "Has she been in a lot of car accidents?" "She's been very lucky," said Bobby, "but I assure you, Mr. Askew, that whenever Missy takes the car from me to drive--as she does sometimes--ah, I'm sure I'm doomed Arrived." Several people present shook their heads smartly, saying that they didn't think it was strange, and this was exactly what they had thought of a long time ago. "Your little building is beautiful, Mr. Askew," said Bobby generously. "It's very comfortable." Askew showed a contented look. "Is Merowe the only compound in the neighbourhood?" "Well, and Grange House, Mr Hawkins. Strictly speaking you wouldn't call it a residence, there were no households there. No, it was vacant for a number of years before the American doctor went in." "An American doctor?" "His name is Nicholson. If you ask me, Mr. Hawkins, some queer things have been going on there." Then a barmaid said that Dr. Nicholson made her tremble, that's what it was. "A trick, Mr. Askew?" said Bobby. "Well, what do you mean a trick?" Askew shook his head sullenly. "That is to say, the people who live there don't want to live there. They get them in by their relatives. I assure you, Mr. Hawkins, you won't believe it, the moans and screams go on and on. Come out from there." "Why don't the police intervene?" "Oh, forget it, listen to me, others think it's normal. There are mental patients and similar patients, not very serious lunatics. The doctor is a gentleman, so it can be said that it is normal..." At this time, the shopkeeper put He buried his face in the wine jar, and shook his head suspiciously when his face popped out. "Ha!" said Bobby, with an air of malice, "if we knew all about what happened in that place..." He also pretended to be drinking. The barmaid began chattering anxiously: "That's what I said, Mr. Hawkins. What's going on there? Well, a poor young girl escaped one night in only her pajamas. The doctor and two The nurse came out to find her. 'Ah! Don't let them take me back!' She kept yelling and yelling, it was so pitiful. She was really rich, and her relatives had her sent in. Later they did I took her back. The doctor explained that she was a persecutor, that's what she was called. When I thought about it, everyone turned against her. But I often feel strange, really, I often feel strange..." "Why!" said Mr. Askew, "it's easy to say..." One person who was there said they had no idea what was going on there, another said it was normal. Finally, the small talk was over, and Bobby said he wanted to go for a walk before bed. He knew that Grange House was at the other end of the village from the Merovey Court side, and he set off in that direction.He found it worth noting what he had heard that night.Of course, many words can not be fully believed.Villagers have always been prejudiced against newcomers, especially if they are of a different nationality.If Nicholson ran a rehab facility, there would probably be strange noises, groans and even screams, and there would be no criminal reason for that, but the story of the absconding girl made Bobby's heart ache. Very unpleasant. Was Grange House really a place of forcible confinement?A certain number of real patients may be used as a cover. In this way, Bobby came to a high wall with a cast iron gate.He walked to the iron door and touched the door lightly.The door is locked, huh, why not lock it? For some reason, as soon as he touched the locked door, he felt a faint sense of guilt.This place is like a prison. He walked along the road outside the wall, and looked at the wall with his eyes.Is it possible to flip in?The walls are smooth, the walls are high, and there are no cracks that are easy to climb.He shook his head.Suddenly, he approached a small door, pushed it without much hope, and the door opened unexpectedly, and the door was not locked. "A little oversight," thought Bobby, grinning. He slipped through the little door and closed it gently behind him. He found himself standing on a road leading to a row of bushes.As he walked along this winding road, he remembered the bend written in ① that book. Without warning, the road made a sudden turn and opened into an open field not far from the house.The moonlight was very bright at night, and the open space was clearly illuminated.Bobby was well into the moonlight before he stopped. Just then, from around the corner of the house, a woman's figure appeared, stalking softly, with the vigilance of a pursued animal, looking around as if to fix Bobby.Suddenly she stopped and stood there shaking as if about to fall. Bobby rushed forward to catch her.Her lips were white, and Bobby had never seen such a terrible look of terror on anyone's face. "It's all right." He comforted her in a low voice, "It's all right." The young woman hummed softly, eyes half-closed. "Scared me to death," she murmured, "scared me to death." "What happened?" Bobby asked. Suddenly, she seemed to hear something, she straightened herself quickly, broke free from Bobby's grasp, and said to him, "Let's go, go now." "I'm going to help you," said Bobby. "You?" She stared at Bobby for a minute or two with piercing, moving eyes, as if searching for his soul. Later, she shook her head: "no one can help me." "I can," said Bobby, "I'd do anything. Tell me, what frightens you like that?" She shook her head. "Not now. Oh: come on...they're coming: you can't help me if you don't go now. Go... go now." Bobby gave in at her urging. "I'm staying at the Angler's Haven," he whispered to her, before jumping back.When he looked back at her for the last time, she was still in the same nervous posture urging him to go quickly. Suddenly he heard footsteps on the road in front of him, and someone was coming here from the small door.Bobby jumped into the bushes on the side of the road. He heard right, a man was coming down the road.He walked close to Bobby, but it was so dark that Bobby couldn't see his face clearly. After the man had passed, Bobby continued to retreat.He felt that there was nothing he could do tonight. In short, his mind was in turmoil. Because he recognized the young woman, there was no doubt that she was the one in the photograph that mysteriously disappeared.

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Notes: : A novel published by British mathematician CL Michelson under the pseudonym Lewis Carroll.