Chapter 19 Chapter Nineteen

It took him forty-eight hours to hear back from the Zhoubolin, Connecticut, Police Department.Grant spent most of this time trying to gather further information from the lady at Hampside, trying to get her to tell the truth herself.But he tried his best to restrain himself, waited for the right time to deal with her, and believed that he would be able to expose her lies one by one in the near future. Everything awaits the receipt of the report. The receipt of the report really proved that all the waiting was worth it. Grant looked back at it from beginning to end and laughed. "If you want me later," he said to Inspector Williams, "come straight to Somerset House."

"Yes, sir," Williams said obediently. Grant, noticing Williams' unusual seriousness--Williams was uneasy that Grant had left him alone--suddenly asked if he remembered something. "By the way, Williams, Miss Harold would like to see you. She wants me to take you to dinner with her sometime." "Me?" Williams blushed instantly, "Why?" "She fell in love with you, and she asked me to arrange a day when you are free to meet. I have a hunch that there will be a celebratory dinner this Saturday, why don't we find Marta to celebrate.Are you free on Saturday?" "Well, I usually go to the movies with Nora on Saturdays, and if I'm on duty, she'll go with her sister Jen.I think I'll just ask her to go to the movies with Jen this week. "

"If she knew you were having dinner with Marta Harold, Nora would have fought you for a divorce." "No. She'll ask me what Marta Harold is wearing when I get home," says newlywed Williams. Grant called to ask if Marta was free to have dinner with him and Williams this week, and then headed to the Somerset House to continue his work. Instead of tossing and turning that night, he fell asleep like an innocent child, because tomorrow would come sooner.Tomorrow, all the sporadic evidence will be fully assembled. If one part goes wrong, of course it is likely to destroy the whole.But he firmly believes that it is absolutely impossible to go wrong.He was still thinking about those people in Shaka Town from the time the lights were turned off until he fell asleep.Waiting for tomorrow's small corner of evidence to be revealed will make most people happy, especially Walt; the suspicion cast on him by everyone before is deepening: while Emma Gallopy has successfully protected Iraq. lisabeth.What about Elizabeth? Must have been greatly relieved.Miss Fitch would be equally relieved, but he felt that she would be difficult at the same time.Of course, she can express her emotions in writing and narrate them in articles about legendary stories.

Toby would find special reasons to celebrate himself, Grant thought, laughing, and Sorgey Rodolph would be delighted. It had no effect on Silas Wickley. He recalls Marta describing how "close" Leslie and Elizabeth were together ("A match made in heaven," She says—but she has absolutely no idea how "made in heaven" it is!).Would it be too much for Elizabeth to wait until tomorrow when the truth came out? He didn't hope it would.In fact, he liked Elizabeth Gallopby quite a lot, and he hoped that she would not care so much about Searle, but would be happy and comfortable in proving Walter's innocence.What else did Marta say? "I don't think Walter knew Elizabeth at all, but Leslie Seale knew her better."

It is incredible that Marta knows everything about the relationship between Syl and Elizabeth. ) But it's not a big deal, Grant thought so, Walter didn't know Elizabeth, but he was very sure that Elizabeth knew everything about Walter, which was the basis for maintaining a happy marriage. He wondered in his sleep whether it was worth giving up his freedom for a man who married someone as perfect, smart and lovely as Elizabeth Gallopy. He recalled his loves again and again - most of them were completely dedicated - thinking about his consciousness gradually drifting into the distance, and fell asleep unconsciously.

But the first thing he thought of when he woke up in the morning was a woman in Hampside.Never in his youth had he longed to fly down to Holy Road so much as he did this morning.As soon as he got off the bus, he was still in shock. On the way to Holy Road, he even found his heart beating non-stop.Apart from the usual physical exercise, Grant hadn't felt such a strong heartbeat for a long, long time. It's all women's fault, he thought, it's all women's fault. The remote Hollywood Road is full of sunshine, and it is so quiet that even the strutting pigeons seem too noisy.Number Nine is a two-story house, the second floor of which has apparently been converted into a studio.There are two doorbell buttons on the door plate, and a wooden tag next to it reads "Lee Seale" upstairs and "Nat Gancage: Art Ornaments" downstairs.

Grant wondered what kind of "art decoration" it was.He reached out and pressed the button upstairs, and then heard footsteps coming down the wooden ladder to the door.The door opened, and she stood before her. "Miss Searle?" he heard himself say. "I am." Standing in the sunlight, she looked calm and bewildered. "I'm Detective Inspector Grant of the Criminal Investigations Division." He noticed that she looked even more puzzled now. "Because of the busy schedule, my colleague, Inspector Williams, visited on my behalf a week ago. But if it is convenient, I would like to speak to you in person."

Of course it has to be convenient, you fool, he thought to himself, angry at his rapid heartbeat. "Of course," she said quietly, "come in, I live upstairs." She closed the door behind her, and then led him to the studio on the second floor via the wooden ladder.A strong aroma of coffee - good coffee - filled the room.As she walked, she said, "I happened to be eating breakfast. I recently had a good deal with a newspaper boy who brought me bread every day when the papers were delivered, which happened to be my breakfast. But I made a lot of coffee and asked No drink, Inspector?"

It was said in Scotland Yard that Grant had two great weaknesses: the first was coffee, and the second was coffee.The coffee smelled good, but he knew he wasn't here to have coffee with Li Seale. "Thank you, but I just had a drink." She poured herself another glass, and Grant noticed that she didn't look nervous at all.It's all the woman's fault, and he found himself starting to appreciate her: It would be great if she could be my work partner. Li is tall and thin, quite skinny, and looks very young. She braided her hair into a tiara-like braid, and wore a dark green woolen home jacket, somewhat similar to Marta's; her slender legs added to her elegance.

"You do look a lot like Leslie Seale," he said. "Everyone says that," she replied casually. He walked around and looked at the paintings of Scotland hanging in the room.They are all orthodox impressionists belonging to traditional paintings, but they have a strong self-confidence, screaming furiously, almost jumping out of the painting.They are not just putting on airs, they are on the offensive. "Listen, I'm Sevan!" Sevan yelled, looking more eerie than the mountains behind him.Against the pale dawn, the blue-purple city walls of Culin revealed a rebellious determination.

Even the calm waters of Cresson seem arrogant. "Are you used to living here?" Grant asked.He then found it presumptuous to ask, and went on, "The west of Scotland is always more humid." "Not this season, it's the most pleasant time of the year." "Is it good to stay in a hotel? I hear people can be rude there sometimes." "I didn't live in a hotel, I just slept in the car." So clever, he thought, so clever. "Is that all you want to talk to me about?" He is not in a hurry.She had caused him so much trouble, this woman.He is not in a hurry, he has plenty of time to spend time with her. He moved his gaze from the paintings to the rows of books on the shelves, examining all the titles. "You seem to prefer themes of strange events." "Strange event?" "Boisterous ghosts, hordes of aquatic animals, and shrines and the like." "I believe that artists tend to have a preference for particular things, no matter how they are expressed, don't they?" "You don't seem to have anything about cross-sex fetishism." "Why did you think of this?" "You know the term, don't you?" "of course I know." "It doesn't interest you, does it?" "I know there isn't much literature on the subject, neither the loose-leaf anthology nor the News of the World has a book on it." "You should publish a dedicated book on this topic." "I? " "You like strange things," he said slowly. "Inspector, I'm a painter, not a writer. Besides, people nowadays don't look down on female pirates at all." "Pirates?" "Don't you think they're just like pirates or soldiers or sailors?" "You mean people like Phoebe Heather ruin their image? I don't think it's getting to be a thing in society. There was a lady who died not long ago in Gloucestershire, she was in charge of hauling lumber and coal. For twenty years, even the doctor who treated her before she died didn't realize that she was not a man at all. I also handled a case myself a while ago, a young man living in the suburbs of London committed a crime A theft case, life is normal, well-connected, he is a billiards expert, works in a certain club, and his girlfriend is a local beauty; it turns out that he is obviously a woman during the physical examination. This kind of thing is average It happens once every two years, Glasgow, Chicago and Dundee. There was also a young woman in Dundee who shared a dormitory with ten men and no one noticed at all. Am I saying something boring? ?” "Not at all. It's just that I find it very strange why you classify these things as strange events together with noisy ghosts and stigmata." "No, no. Of course, some of them really like to pretend to be men, but there are also many who just want to pursue excitement, some are considering economic needs, and some are deliberately arranging tricks." While drinking coffee, she politely expressed her interest, and patiently accommodated the uninvited guest, waiting for him to explain his real intention. Yes, he thought to himself, she was indeed a good companion. By this time his heartbeat had returned to its normal rate.Then it was time to get into the game, a mental game of wits he had tried many times.Now he'll start paying attention to her reactions.She had successfully withstood all the assaults, so how was she going to respond directly? Coming back from the bookshelf, he said, "Miss Seale, you seem to like your relative." "You mean Leslie? Didn't it already—" "No, Margaret Marianne." "M-I really don't know what you're talking about." She made a wrong move.If she had thought about it a little, she would have seen that she had no need to deny her relationship with Marguerite.But when the name came out of his mouth suddenly, Jing startled her, and even panicked suddenly. "I like it so much that I can't think of her directly?" "listen to me--" "No, you don't need to say anything to me. Let me tell you, we could have trusted each other, Miss Seale. I met Leslie West at a party over there in Bowmouthsbury. Well, it was a sort of literary discussion, and he wanted to get to know Lavinia Fitch, so I agreed to introduce him. As we made our way through the crowd, the crowd pushed us so close we felt about each other's breath. The policeman has always been trained to be delicate and shrewd, but I believe that even if I am not a policeman, I can definitely see clearly at this close distance. Leslie Seale has a pair of charming gray eyes, but on the left I have a distinct brown spot on my iris. Lately I've spent a lot of time, energy, and brainpower ruminating on the disappearance of Leslie Seale, and thanks to my extraordinary talent and luck, I'm just one step away from The case can be successfully solved. I just happened to see the little brown spot downstairs with my own eyes." She didn't speak, but looked down at the coffee cup in her hand.Only the ticking of the wall clock was heard, which seemed very heavy in the silent air. "Gender is a wonderful thing," Grant said. "You smiled at me the other day, and I was so bewildered that I almost suddenly didn't know what to do. I was like the clueless puppy people sometimes laugh at. I know It's not directly related to your laugh, it's just that I don't know why I feel so embarrassed. Last Monday at about 12:45 I started to understand why, and I even almost got run over by a taxi because of excessive distraction .” Hearing this she finally raised her head and asked casually, "Are you the most outstanding police officer in Scotland Yard?" "No, it's not," Grant told her firmly. "There are a lot of great people." "It doesn't sound like there are really many, and as far as I know there are no others. It was even less likely that any of these people would have figured out where Leslie Seale was now. "That's not me. " "No? Who is that?" "Dura Sitchin." "Dora—? Who is she?" "She forgot her shoes in my car and they were tied up haphazardly, and that's when Dora. Xiqin's shoes are just packaging for women's shoes.It wasn't until 12:45 on Monday that I was passing the taxi lane when I suddenly realized that the shoes were just the right size. ""What size? " "The size of a vacancy in the bottom of your camera case, I tried putting Searle's shoes in it - pardon me - but you admit that the unique serious detective does make the most of a pair of ladies' shoes or a colorful silk scarf. In addition, our officer's notes also record that a woman boarded the car from the intersection near the market place, wearing a long 'loose' raincoat." "Yes, my Burberry raincoat is reversible." "Is this also one of the premeditated?" "No, I bought this raincoat several years ago, just for the convenience of traveling, I can wear it when I sleep out, and I can also wear the other side to go out for afternoon tea." "Originally, I just wanted to help those strangers standing at the door, but I didn't expect it to turn into an absurd farce because of this. It seems that we should let strangers stand there in the future." "Do you really think so?" she said slowly. "A ridiculous farce?" "Let's stop nitpicking, I don't know how you're going to explain it. The truth is, it's a ridiculous, unreasonable farce. Your scheme not only fooled Walter Whitemore, but put him in a difficult position." . "That's not it." She said bluntly, "I wanted to kill him." Her reaction was so clear that Grant froze in amazement. "Kill him?" He immediately concentrated on it. "In my opinion, I don't think he's worth living at all," she said, and tried to put the coffee cup on the table, but her hands were shaking badly. Grant went to help her pick up the glass and put it very gently on the table. "It's what he did to Margaret Marian that made you hate him," he said.She nodded and clasped her hands on her knees, but couldn't stop shaking. He didn't say a word for a long while, forcing himself to accept her deliberate disguise and the fact that she carried out the assassination plan. "What changed your mind?" "Well--that's really odd. The first little thing was Walter's own words about a scene where Soggie Rodolph was making a scene in a bar one night." "and then? " "Walter said that if anyone is as dedicated as Suoji, he must be a person with no brains. This sentence touched me a lot." She paused, "Actually, I like Elizabeth very much. I was expecting something completely different. You know, I thought she was the one who snatched Walter from Margaret, but Elizabeth wasn't like that at all. I was very puzzled, but what stopped me in the end was actually Yes Yes--" "You find out that the person you loved so much doesn't exist at all." Grant said softly. She gasped and asked, "I really don't know why you think so." "But it's true, isn't it?" "Yes, that's right. I found out—no one knew about my relationship with her, they could talk freely. Especially Marta, Marta Harold. One night after dinner I Going home with her, she actually revealed something to me—which surprised me quite a bit. I know she’s usually pretentious—and stubborn—I mean, Margaret—but I think she’s very Clever, and she's always been—fragile, and I can't bear to blame her—" "I understand what you mean." "But Margaret was seen by Marta and everyone else in a completely different way than I was, almost another way I didn't agree with it at all - I remember telling Marta that at least she should live well, and Marta actually Said: "The problem is that others can't live because of her. She is like a strong suction, sucking people around into a vacuum, either suffocating or being crushed." You should know why I gave up killing Walter's thoughts, but I still hate why he abandoned her, I can never get over it. His leaving caused her to kill herself, alas, I know, I know!" Seeing Grant seem to want to interrupt her , she immediately added, "I didn't commit suicide because I loved him deeply, I just understand now, but if he hadn't left, she would be alive now, still alive, and still able to see her smart, beautiful, and happy. Could he wait a little longer—" "Until she lets go first?" interjected Grant, so unexpectedly cold that she was taken aback. "It won't be long," she said with great sorrow. "May I change my mind and get you a cup of coffee?" Grant asked. She looked at her trembling hands and said, "Can you do it yourself, please?" She watched him pour the coffee and said, "You're such a weird cop." "Elizabeth Gallopy said the same thing, and I told her: It's actually you who see the police in a special way." "If Elizabeth Gallopy had been my sister, my life would have been completely changed. But I have only one relative, Margaret. When I heard the news of her suicide, I almost sent a message like poison. Madness. I wonder how you found out about my relationship with Margaret?" "The San Francisco Police Department sent you relevant information, and your mother has the name Mason written in it. After a long time, I remember one night while waiting for the phone to kill time and watch "Who's Who Theatre". Margaret Marianne's mother finally called, who also claimed to be Mason. I was investigating your relationship with Walter, and I became aware of your cousin relationship with Margaret." "Yes, we were even closer than cousins. We were both only children. Our mothers were Norwegians, but one married to England and the other to America. Until I was fifteen my mother brought I met Margaret for the first time when I went to England. She was a year older than me, but she looked younger. She was already very special at that time, and she had a distinctive quality in every move and gesture .We wrote each other every week after that, and we met every summer in England after my parents passed away." "How old were you when your parents died?" "They died from an infectious disease and I was seventeen. I stopped working in the pharmacy and went into photography because that was something I really enjoyed and was good at. I wanted to travel and shoot pictures all over the world. Beautiful, because everything is so beautiful under the camera. Then I drove west, and I almost wore pants at that time just because it was comfortable and cheap. It's less flavorful. Actually, I never even thought about trying to - disguise myself, until one day when I was leaning over to check the engine of the car, a man came up to me and asked, 'Dude, do you have any matches?' I helped He lit a cigarette, he looked at me, and nodded, 'Thanks, man.' He left without looking at me again. So I figured a woman was always going to get in trouble when she was out alone—at least That's how it is in America—even girls who are five foot ten inches tall. Even girls have trouble getting a career, so I tried a little modification and it worked, like a dream. I started working on the West Coast, helping I took pictures of people who wanted to be a star, and later I directly helped the stars. But I still come to the UK every year to be the original me. My real name is indeed Leslie Seale. Most people call me Li , she also used to call me Li." "Does your passport say you are female?" "Yes. I'm only called Leslie Seale in America, and not all blind." "What you did before you got to Wesfield was to leave Leslie Seale's trail across Paris to hide." "Indeed. I've been in England for some time, and I don't want to leave any clues, and I don't want people to think of the relationship between Leslie Seale and Walter, so as not to raise suspicions of murder. " "Regardless of whether or not the murder actually happened, or if you put Walt in this situation, you have to pay a pretty big price, don't you?" "The price?" "Having a well-paying photographer's job, an expensive men's suit, and all manner of designer gear. I'm also thinking, did you steal one of Elizabeth Gallopy's gloves ?” "No, I stole a pair of gloves from the glove box of the car. I hadn't thought of stealing the gloves until I realized that women's gloves were very convincing evidence.If there's any doubt, I mean actual sex truth, which works almost like lipstick.By the way, you didn't notice my lipstick - it's in the pouch.I knew I wouldn't wear Elizabeth's gloves, but I insisted on taking them. Walter stepped into the hallway to see if I was ready, and I hurriedly pulled the gloves out of a wardrobe drawer, only to realize I had only one.Is the other one still in the drawer?" "It's still there, and it's misleading everyone's thinking. " "Oh!" She showed joy for the first time.After thinking for a while, she said, "It is impossible for Walter to like Elizabeth any more, and that is a good thing I have accomplished. All this is done by a woman, and a poem should be written to praise it." justice. Just looking at the opening at the bottom of the photo box, you can guess that I am a girl, which is really not easy." "You compliment me so much, I never thought you could be a girl, I just figured that Leslie Seale ran away disguised as a girl, and those things were really yours, he just hid them here. But why I've always been puzzled by the fabrication of Searle's death, unless he's found another identity, he wouldn't cheat his death easily. So I began to deduce that he might disguise himself and turn himself into a woman. I think this is quite logical, Because I just came into contact with the theft case recently, I know that it is not difficult to pretend to be the opposite sex. Then you showed up, looked at me face to face, and even talked to me. Just as the mystery of Searle is testing the Oversill area All the while, you are almost legitimately a celebrity painting in Scotland." He casts his gaze on the paintings on display, "Did you rent them to decorate, or did you really paint them?" "I did it, in Europe in the summer." "Included in Scotland?" "No." "You can go there when you have time, the scenery is beautiful. How do you know Sevan has that 'Look at me! ' expression?" "Isn't that what postcards are all about. Are you Scottish? Grant is supposed to be a Scottish name, isn't it?" "A Scottish traitor. My grandfather belonged to the Strathby area." He looked at the canvases and evidence, and couldn't help smiling to himself. Convincing alibi." "I don't know." She said doubtfully, thinking about his words. "I think for other painters, these paintings are not just inner thoughts, but self-destructive. Full of anger, isn't it? If I painted today it would be completely different. Now I really understand Ellie Sabeth, and my heart has grown, I will bury Margaret's death and the truth in the bottom of my heart. After discovering that the person I love is just a false illusion, I can really gain real understanding. Are you married, Inspector?" "No, why do you ask?" "I don't know," she said deadpan. "I'm just curious how you figured out the relationship between me and Margaret so quickly. I thought married people tended to be more sensitive to fragile affairs." Compassionate, but oddly enough, they are often incapable of forgiveness because of their messy emotions, whereas unmarried people are more than happy to help. Any more coffee?" "You're better at making coffee than you are at painting." "You must not have come to catch me, or you wouldn't drink my coffee." "Probably, I won't catch you, and I won't drink coffee made by pranksters." "Wouldn't mind drinking with a woman who's been planning, orchestrating murders for so long?" "I've changed my mind temporarily. Sometimes we do hate certain people and almost want to kill them too. Prisons are not as good as ordinary schools in teaching people to repent, and the death penalty is even more meaningless.I think I'll make a list and when I get older I'm ready to start the roll call and call out about ten people who all have to pay the same price and then I can retire with peace of mind and no one to take care of me when I'm old . " "You're such a nice guy," she said casually. "I haven't committed any crime," she added presently, "so I can't be charged with a crime, can I?" "My dear Miss Searle, you are condemned by almost every clause in the law book. Worst of all, and worst of all, is the enormous amount of extra work you bring on which wastes the time and energy of the State Police." "But it's not against the law, is it? It's what the police are supposed to do. I don't mean to waste time, but it's always necessary to investigate the suspect. There is no clear law on how to deal with pranksters. ?” "There is an entry of 'obstructing public order', and many cases can be charged with the crime of 'disrupting public order'." "How to punish the crime of obstructing public order?" "Get some reprimand and pay a fine." "Fines?" "A considerable sum, usually." "Don't go to jail?" "Unless you've done something else that I don't know about, I won't let you go--as the Strathby people say." "No, no," she answered, "no, of course you don't know me all, and I don't know how much you do, if you say so." "Our police are very powerful, haven't you heard?" "Before you saw the brown spots in my eyes, you must have thought you knew me very well." "That's right, the police in your country are amazing. I asked the Zhou Bolin Police Department in Connecticut to help with the investigation, only to find out that the report said that the baby that Duffy Seale and his wife left with Zhou Bolin to go south turned out to be a baby." Girl. That brown spot would have scared the hell out of me if I hadn't been informed first." "So you're ganging up on me." He noticed her hands had stopped shaking and was glad she was able to crack jokes, "Are you going to take me now?" "On the contrary. I was just saying good-bye to you." "Farewell? Nobody comes here specifically to say goodbye to someone they don't know." "When it comes to getting to know each other, I have the advantage. I'm quite new to you—almost none at all—and you've been on my mind for the past fourteen days, and I'm glad I don't have to go any further now. .” "Aren't you going to take me to the police station, or something like that?" "No. Unless you're throwing the whole country into a mess, the police will come and serve the warrants themselves." "I'm not going to run away and I feel very remorse for my actions. The trouble I caused - and possibly - the harm I caused." "Exactly, I think the word hurt is more appropriate." "I'm sorry for causing Elizabeth so much trouble." "You really shouldn't start a row at the swan, should you?" "Yes, yes, that was very unforgivable, but he really pissed me off. Seeing his self-satisfied appearance, but without knowing it, everything is too cheap for him. "Seeing Grant's disapproving face, she continued to argue, "Yes, including Margaret's death! He threw himself directly into Elizabeth's arms, and he never felt lonely, afraid, or depressed, and his life had never been painful. , and even think that there will be absolutely no irreparable things.Even if his 'Margaret' died, he still had 'Elizabeth' to accompany him.I want him to suffer, I want him to bear an indelible crime, and let him taste the pain.I didn't do anything wrong! I don't think he'll be so complacent from now on, is he? Isn't that great!" "No, I really don't think so." "If I hurt Elizabeth, I'm really sorry for her. If I have to pay for it, I'd love to go to jail, but I did help her find Walter who was better than her original fiancé. She really loves this pompous boy .I indirectly contributed to the two of them. If he doesn't get better in the future, I will be too disappointed." "If I don't leave, you may have to continue to argue that you are actually a person who benefits the public and does not disturb the law and order." "What should I do now? Do I continue to wait here?" "You will be duly summoned by the police to the Magistrate's Court. By the way, do you have your own lawyer?" "Yes, there's a funny old man who's at my service all the time. His name is Bing Perry or Perry Bing, but I don't think that's his real name." "You'd better visit him first and tell him what you've done." "Everything?" "Important and pivotal matters. Don't mention the altercation at the Swan, or anything else you're ashamed of." He noticed her cheer. "But don't skimp too much. Lawyers have a right to know the truth; they're no more surprised than the police." "Did I scare you, Inspector?" "Fortunately, it's much better than armed robbers, kidnappers, or cunning gangsters." "Will I still see you when I'm charged?" "No, I think ordinary police officers should be in charge of questioning." When he picked up his hat and was about to leave, he looked back at the "one-man show" in the western Scottish Highlands. people. "I really want to take that painting home as a souvenir," he said. "Which one you want, they're going to fade sooner or later anyway. Which one do you like?" She didn't seem to know if he was joking or serious. "I don't know. I like Cresson but don't remember him being so radical. My room would be crowded if I had chosen Currin." "But it's only thirty inches long--" She realized as soon as she started. "Ah, I see. Yes, it does take up too much space. " "I probably don't have time to continue to choose. I'm afraid I have to go first. Thank you for your kindness." "Come over and choose slowly next time when you have time," she said. "Thank you and I'll be back." "It turns out that a smart girl like me has to end up with the law," she said, following him to the landing. "It's a disappointing ending, isn't it? What was supposed to be a murder turned out to be a breach of the peace." Before leaving, these words caught his attention, and he stared at her for a while. It was a while before he said, "You're back to normal." "Yes, I'm back to normal," she said mournfully. "I won't be so childish anymore, though the old days were so good." "It's good to grow up," Grant said reassuringly, before heading down the stairs.After opening the door he looked back and she continued to stare at him. "One more thing," he said, "what is an Art Deco?" "What? Oh!" she laughed. "Belts, aprons, bows and tiaras for women." "Goodbye," said Grant. "Goodbye, Inspector Grant. Thank you very much." He stepped into the sunlight, and the world was at peace. When he walked to the bus stop, a crazy idea suddenly flashed in his mind. He decided to call Marta and ask her if she could have an extra girl on Saturday, she would say yes, anyone, and he decided to ask Li Seale to come with her. But this is simply impossible. As a police officer of the Criminal Investigation Department, he cannot do this.Facing the intricate case in front of him, he felt extremely relaxed at this moment.People like Lee Seale are not bad in the world, but they are not fully mature and don't care much about other things.但对其他的成人们来说，却必须受礼节的束缚。 当然一切都是有代价的，生活中事事都须付出代价。 最快乐的属青少年，而成人则拥有成人的快乐。 格兰特过去“幼稚”的少年乐趣，绝对比不上现在想到一早即将前往对督察长布莱斯报告时心中的雀跃。 这是一种充满极度光荣、自信的期盼。 He can't wait.