Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Reasonable Suggestions

"Derek, I need to talk to you about something." But Derek walked past Miley's car without stopping.As usual, he merely tipped his hat in tribute. At the door of the hotel the porter told him that a gentleman was waiting to see him. "Who?" Derek asked. "He did not give his name, sir. But he said he had something important to say to you." "Where is he?" "In the little drawing-room, sir. He said there would be uninterrupted conversation, and it would be more convenient than the big drawing-room." Derek nodded, and then entered the small living room. There was only one visitor inside, and this person greeted him with a warm attitude that had been brewed for a long time.Although Derek had only met Count Roger once, he immediately recognized the member of the noble class.He frowned and touched his mouth.

What audacity the man had to come to visit him. "You are Earl Roger, aren't you? I'm afraid your hard work will be in vain if you come here." "I don't believe it." The count said with a smile, showing a row of white teeth. But the earl's demeanor and intimacy lost its due effect in front of his friends of the same sex.Men can't stand him.Derek had long wanted to kick him out the door.I just thought that it would not be good to cause another disturbance in the future, so I restrained myself.He was wondering why Ruth fell in love with such a person, such a con artist!He was particularly disgusted by the leering glance at the well-manicured fingernails of his visitors.

"I want to have a talk with you," began the count. "A little business. I believe it will be of use to you if you just listen to me." Derek listened patiently, tapping his fingers on the table. "Please," he said gravely, "what kind of business is it?" Straight talk, that's not Earl's style. "Allow me first, sir, to express my sympathy for the great loss you have suffered of late." "If you're being rude," Derek whispered, "I'll throw you out." The count had a cheeky face, and he just muttered: "These Brits are bandits."

"Tell me, what are you going to talk to me about?" "I will speak very frankly," assured the count, "and I will get to the point at once." He paused for a moment and went on: "You became a millionaire overnight, sir." "What the hell do you mean?" The Count stood up. "My emblem has been sullied. I have been charged with a terrible crime." "I didn't put the blame on you!" Derek replied coldly. "Because I am also involved in this case, I have not expressed any opinion." "I am not guilty!" cried the count. "I swear to God, I'm innocent."

"As far as I know, this case was sponsored by Mr. Carreger, the investigator." Derek said expressionlessly. Earl didn't go to Derek's word. "I've been unfairly charged, and I'm in a pinch right now." Derek stood up. "I've been waiting for you to do this for a long time," he said loudly. "You despicable blackmailer, I won't give you a penny! My wife is dead, and she can't hear the false words. If you want to sell me the letter written to you by the deceased, then I can only To you: blackmail is immoral! It is immoral, whether in England or France! That is my word, goodbye."

Derek was already at the door.But the count, as if about to swear, held up his hand to stop him. "You are mistaken, my sir, I am a gentleman." Derek laughed. "A letter from a woman to me, that's holy stuff. The business I'm going to have with you is something else entirely. As I told you, my financial situation is bad, and my sense of responsibility You can take me to the police station and tell them some information." Derek took a step closer to him. "What do you mean by that?" The Count smiled meaningfully. "Do I really need to tell you all the details? I sense that you're in trouble."

"If that's all you want to tell me..." But the count shook his head and said: "No, my sir, that's not all. I think it would be very unpleasant for you to be arrested and put on trial for murder." Derek was already close to the Earl.His face was full of anger, making the other party take a step back involuntarily in fright.Derek held back his anger and said in a low voice: "I have seen many shameless frauds, but I have never experienced such a shameless fraud as yours." "You are mistaken," said the count regretfully. "This is not a fraud. If I told you, you might believe that my information came from a lady who can relentlessly prove that you are the murderer."

"Who is this lady?" "Miss Millet." Derek took a step back, as if he had been hit in the head. "Mi Lei?" he stammered. The count was eager to take advantage of the situation to his advantage. "A small price, a hundred thousand francs," he said. "That's all I've ever asked for." "What did you say?" Derek asked out of his wits. "I repeat, as a small price, one hundred thousand francs, so that my conscience will be worthy." Every muscle in Derek tensed. "You want me to answer you right away?"

"I beg you to answer immediately." "Go to hell! That's my answer." The count was alone in the room.He shook his head in horror.Really, he couldn't understand the world anymore. Derek hurried down the stairs and hailed a taxi.A few minutes later, his car was parked in front of the hotel where Mi Lei was staying.Knowing from the doorman that the dancer had just returned home a few minutes earlier, he immediately handed over his card. After a while, a servant came out: "Miss, please go upstairs." As soon as I walked into the dancing girl's living room, I smelled a pungent perfume.The room was filled with lilacs, orchids and mimosas.Millet was standing in front of the window in a fancy dress made of scented trim.She held out her hand to meet Derek. "You're coming, Derek, I know you're coming."

He broke away from her hand and stared at her. "Why did you send Count Roger to me?" "I sent the Count to you? Why?" "Blaring blackmail!" She stared at him for a long time.Then suddenly he laughed out loud and nodded. "Certainly, such a man would do such a thing! No, Derek, I didn't let him go, I really didn't." He planned to guess what was going on in this woman's white forehead. "I confessed everything," said Miley, "though I was ashamed. I was mad! I wanted to take revenge on you. That's why I went to the count and told him to go to the police station and sue you. But, Don't be afraid, I'm not that stupid yet. I can withdraw the evidence. Without my evidence, the police won't do anything to you."

Her body was close to Derek, her eyes were full of enthusiasm and hospitality. He pulled Mirely roughly in front of him.Her chest rose and fell, her eyes narrowed like a cat's. "Be careful, be careful! Haven't you come back to me? . . . Or don't you want to come back?" "I'll never come back to you again," Derek replied firmly. "what!" She was like a ferocious little beast now.Her eyes twinkled convulsively. "You have a new love now, and you dined with her! Am I right?" "Yes. I want to propose to this lady. I want her to be my wife. I have no reason to hide this from you." "I will never allow you to do this! You will never succeed!" Her beautiful and soft body was trembling. "Recall, please, our conversation in London. You said that the only thing that could save you was the death of your wife! You complained that your wife was in very good health. Then you had an idea—a mishap .” "Only based on this." Derek said contemptuously, "Only based on this you are going to sue me?" Millie laughed. "You think I'm that stupid? The police department can't do it with this little story. Look, Derek, I'm giving you one last chance. You forget about that Englishwoman. As long as you come back to me, Then they will never try to get a word out of my mouth about..." "about what?" She smiled. "You think no one noticed you then?" "what did you say?" "I saw you, Derek. When you came out of your wife's box, that is, when the train just came When you left your wife, she was dead." He froze.Then he turned and left the room, slowly... wobbling... like a sleepwalker.