Chapter 25 Chapter Twenty-Five

In the morning, the doctor stated that "the patient has a certain degree of congestion, and in his present weak state, he may develop pneumonia at any time."Grant asked Tisdor's Aunt Jasmine to come and look after him through the police yard, but Tisdor refused to have any aunts present.Williams was sent to Canterbury to arrest Friar Aloysus, and Grant planned to return to London in the afternoon to visit Chance.He called Commissioner Burgoyne to tell him the good news of Tistor's reappearance, and Erica answered the phone. "Oh, I'm so happy for you!" she said.

"for me? " "Yes. It must have made you very sad." It wasn't until this point that Grant really understood how much this had upset him.It turned out that he had been suppressing that inexplicable fear.She is such a good kid. Before the morning was over, the good boy brought over a dozen fresh eggs from Stein's henhouse to the patient.Grant thought how like she would do it, when people usually only send flowers or fruit. "I hope she didn't get her into trouble when she brought me food?" Tistor asked. Whenever he brought up the events of last week, it always seemed to be talking about the past. Those days in the attic were very important to him. It's like a lifetime.

"On the contrary. She saved your life and my reputation. She's the one who found your coat. No, I can't tell you that now. You've got to rest now and don't say or listen to anything. " But he couldn't help but say it all.Tistor could only murmur weakly to himself: "Oh!" He said "Oh" over and over again in a tone of astonishment. The visit to Chance began to loom over Grant.Suppose he cuts to the chase and asks, "Listen, you and Jason Hamer both made up a special lie about where you were going one night, and now I find out you were in Dover together at all.

What the hell were you guys doing at the time? "What will the answer be?" Dear Inspector, I have no right to answer Hamer's prevarication, but he was a guest on my Petrol that night, and we fished together in the skiff. "That would be a good alibi. Thoughts of the illegal trade still haunted his mind.What kind of illegal business are both Chance and Hamer interested in?Besides, it doesn't need to take a whole night to deliver, even if it's a whole ship of private goods.Yet neither of them could produce an alibi for that night.What on earth did they do between midnight and breakfast?Ever since Remel made his discovery at Dover, he had always felt that if he could remember that Chance had lied—the little lie about the date he had arrived in Dover—he had said something earlier, and everything would be fine. Clear.

He decided to go downstairs and get a haircut before leaving the Ocean Hotel.He did remember to cut his hair. Just as he was about to reach out and push open the swing door, he heard Chance's voice in his mind speaking slowly. So that's what he was talking about!Yes.Yes.The images were pieced together in Grant's mind to form a set of reasonable causal relationships.He turned from the door of the barber shop to the telephone booth and called the Political Security Service. He asked half a dozen questions in a row, then walked back to wait for the haircut, a satisfied smirk on his face.Now he knows to talk to Edward.What did Chance say.

This is the busiest time in the morning, every chair is full. "Soon, sir." said the anxious store manager, "it won't take a minute, if you are willing to wait." Grant sat down by the wall, reaching for the pile of magazines on the shelf, intending to take one out to read.The entire stack of magazines fell down, each volume was torn apart, and most of them were long overdue.Because I saw Christine on the title page.Clay's portrait, so he picked that issue of The Silver Report, an American film magazine, and started flipping through it.It's all ordinary tidbits.The so-called "truth" about someone, if it is the fifty-second report, it will definitely be completely different from the previous fifty-first report.A goofy blond actress explains how she interprets Shakespeare's novelty.Another shows how she keeps herself in shape.An actress who can't tell the difference between the end and the end of a frying pan is pictured making pancakes in her own kitchen.A hunk actor says how much he admires other hunk actors.Grant grew impatient.Just as he was about to switch to another magazine, his attention was suddenly attracted.

He read the article more and more vigorously.When he read the last page, he stood up, continued to hold the magazine in his hand, and stared at that page intently. "It's your turn, sir." The barber said: "Please take a seat." But Grant didn't care. "We're ready, sir. Sorry to keep you waiting." Grant looked up at them, not fully listening to what they were saying. "Can this be given to me?" he asked, pointing to the magazine in his hand. "It was six months ago. Thank you.," and rushed out of the barber shop. They watched his back and laughed a little, wondering what it was that fascinated him.

"I have found his predestined relationship." Someone commented. “I think fate is long gone,” countered another. "Or find out some secret recipe to cure corns." "No, I went to ask his good friend for advice." So they laughed again, leaving him behind. Grant was locked in a phone booth, and a gentleman in patent leather shoes waited impatiently outside, wondering if he was going to spend his life talking inside. At this time he was with the movie star Owen.Hughes calls.That's why the patent-leather gentleman didn't go upstairs to use the pile of other phones.He hoped to hear something.The conversation is about whether someone mentioned something to another person in a letter.

"Really!" said Grant, "thanks! That's all I want to know. Don't talk about it.I mean, I beg you. "Then he inquired about the Thames Police Station, and closed the door a little tighter, so that the gentleman waiting outside could only blow his beard and stare. "Do you know if there is a speedboat registered at 276 Riverside Road?" The other party inquired for a while. Yes, No. 276 has a speedboat.Not bad, very fast.Can I go to sea?Of course, if necessary.However, their main use is believed to be bird hunting in the shallows along the Essex coast.Access to the Thames Estuary anyway?Yes.

Grant asked if they could have a boat ready for him in an hour and a half, and he would be back in London before then, at least he hoped so.This will do him a great favor. No problem, they'll do it. Grant called Balck—so far the patent-leather gentleman had finally given up—and told him to meet Grant at Westminster Docks if Williams was back in London within ninety minutes.If Williams is not back by then, call Singer. On the road, Grant took full advantage of the smooth lunchtime traffic, and smoothly overtook cars with great skill on the open-speed section.He found that Williams was already waiting for him, a little out of breath because he arrived from the police station at the last moment to replace the disappointed Singer.Given the opportunity, Williams would not stay out of anything.

What's more, the chief inspector said that something exciting was about to come to fruition. "So, is the Master Master stunned?" Grant asked. "Not as shocked as Brother Aloysus. For a while he thought we had no evidence. From his behavior, I would have thought there must be some police force eager to get him, too." "It doesn't surprise me at all." "Where are we going, sir?" "Chelsea. A favorite of painters and folk dancers." Williams looked at his officer caringly, noticing that after that kid Tistor appeared, his complexion really improved. The police boat slowly approached the bank of No. 276 Riverside Road where a large gray speedboat was moored.The police boat sideways, approaching cautiously until it was only a foot away. Grant stepped up. "Come with me, Williams. I want witnesses." The cabin was locked.Grant looked up at the opposite house and shook his head. "I must take the risk. Anyway, I'm sure I can't be wrong." In front of the marine police standing nearby, he picked the lock and walked into the boat.It was a neat, sailor-smelling cabin, and everything was clean and in order.Grant checked the cabinet with his hands.He found what he was looking for in a cupboard under the bunk on the right.An oilskin coat.Black.Purchased in Cannes.A button was missing from the right cuff. "Here you go, Williams, and we'll go to that house together." The maid said that Miss Keats was inside, and left them in the dining room on the first floor to wait.It was a plain brand new room. "This is the place to have your appendix removed, not roast beef," Williams said of his observations. But Grant said nothing. Lydia came, smiling, her bracelets and pearl necklace jingling. "I'm sorry I can't invite you upstairs, dear Mr. Leo, I'm afraid some of my clients won't understand that this is just a simple and friendly visit." "So you already knew who I was at Marta's house?," of course.You need not flatter my prophecy, dear Mr. Grant.Why don't you introduce your friends? ""This is Officer Williams. " She looked vaguely embarrassed, Grant thought, trying to be gracious to the officer.Then she saw what Williams was holding under his arm. "What are you doing with my coat?" she asked sharply. "So it's really your coat? It's in the ship's locker?" "Of course it's my overcoat! How dare you open my cabin! It's always been locked." "We'll fix the lock, Miss Keats. In the meantime I regret to have you arrested for the murder of Christine Clay in Westover's Glen on Thursday morning the fifteenth. I also warn You, any word you say in the future may be used as testimony against you." Her face changed from her usual smug expression to contorted, convulsed rage, like Judy.He had seen it once, too, when Cyrus had insulted her abilities. "You can't arrest me," she said, "that's not my life. Who else would know but me?Astrology knows everything about me.The astrology predicts a bright future for me.It's you, the poor bastard who doesn't know what's going on, and you just keep making mistakes, keep making mistakes.My destiny is to achieve success and fame, and to achieve what I want.This is predestined by God, as it should be, there is no other way.This is called fate. 'Some are born great—that is the truth, others are lies.If a man is not born great, he can only be born humble.I am someone destined to achieve something.Destined to be a leader.To be admired by all mankind..." "Miss Keats, I would be most obliged if you would come with us at once.Any laundry you need can then be delivered. " "Clothes? What to do?" "For your use in prison." "I don't understand. You can't put me in jail. I don't have that life. My horoscope says I can do whatever I want." "Anyone can do what they want, if they will. But no one can get away with a crime. Shall you call your maid in and give orders? She can fetch your hat for you, if you need if." "I don't. I won't go with you. There's a party at Marta's this afternoon and I'm going to it. She's taken the part of Christine, you know. The heroine in the new movie. That's me Figured it out. What we are destined to do has already been decided long ago. Everything is in its place, like the cogs in a music box, you know. Maybe you don't. Do you know music? After Marta's banquet I Still looking for Owen Hughes. We'll see how to arrange it later. If you come back tonight we can talk.Do you know Owen?He is charming.He also has his destined place.I wouldn't have thought of that at all if it wasn't for Owen.No, I don't mean that.Great achievements come from great minds.This is inevitable.But often the fuze that triggers is something inconspicuous.Like lights and switches.I used this metaphor the week before when I was speaking in Scotland.The effect is very good. Pretty apt, don't you think?Would you like a glass of sherry?I'm afraid I'm really neglecting you all. Because I kept thinking that those people were still upstairs waiting for me to explain clearly. ""Say clearly what? " "Of course it's about me—no, about them. That's what they're here for. I'm a little confused. They want to know what the future holds. Only I can tell them. Only I, Lydia. Keats— —” "May I borrow the telephone, Miss Keats?" "Sure. Next to the cupboard in the hallway. The newer one. I mean the phone, not the cupboard.What am I talking about? ' Grant said to Williams, 'Please send Reynolds at once. "Is that the painter?"I would be very happy to know him.He was the kind of guy who was born great.It's not about skill in using or mixing paint, you know.This is the nature of the individual.The essence is arranged by the astrology.You must let me arrange a constellation map for you.You are a Leo.Very attractive person.Has the appearance of a king. Sometimes I get sad that I wasn't born in August.But Aries is the leader.I'm afraid it's still talkative. she giggled. "Everyone says I talk a lot."They've called me Chatterbox since I was little..."