Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Incidental Revelations

Oh!Her beauty captured the soul of the king of a country, making him abandon the country at will and be at the mercy of slaves. The room at the back of the third floor, go up the stairs to the first door!what will i encounter I climbed the first few steps of the stairs, trembling against the wall of the study, thinking wildly.I walked upstairs slowly, many things running through my mind, one of which was a warning my mother gave me long ago.Her admonition now occupies an important place in the mind. "Son, a woman with a secret heart may be attractive, but she is not a safe companion, not even a satisfactory one."

There is no doubt that her words are full of wisdom, but they are totally inapplicable in the situation at hand.But her words kept echoing until I saw the door that Gritz indicated.I put all thoughts to the back of my mind, for what I was about to meet were ladies in agony over the murder of their uncle. I stopped before the threshold, raised my hand and knocked on the door after I was mentally prepared.At this time, a clear and loud voice came from inside, and I heard the shocking words clearly. "I'm not accusing your hand, though I don't know anyone else who would do that. But I'm accusing your heart, your mind, your will, at least in the depths of my heart Will accuse you. Just let you know how I feel!"

I staggered back in shock, covering my ears with my hands.At this moment someone touched my arm, I turned around, and it was Mr. Gritz standing beside me.He put his finger on his lips to signal me to keep quiet, and the sympathetic look disappeared like a spark. "Come here, come here," he called, "I know you don't know what kind of world you're in. Take heart, and don't forget you're still downstairs." "But who's in there? Who was the one who spoke just now?" "The answer will be revealed soon." Then he didn't care about my mood, and opened the door without any hassle.

As soon as the door opened, a touch of moving color immediately rushed towards the face.Blue curtains, blue carpets, blue walls, it's like catching a glimpse of a blue paradise.And I thought I would only see darkness and sadness.Bewildered by this scene, I couldn't help rushing forward, but I stopped immediately, because I was deeply moved by the beautiful picture in front of me. What caught my eye was an elegant lady sitting on an embroidered satin easy chair.She got up from her semi-recumbent position, as if she was about to condemn someone.Beautiful, thin, proud, and slender, just like a lily wrapped in thick milky white wrapping paper, with a bumpy figure swaying from side to side from time to time.She has long light-colored hair, and her forehead is raised high, exuding a vibrant light.Holding the chair tremblingly with one hand, the other reached for something far away in the room.Her whole appearance was stunning and otherworldly enough to take my breath away.In fact, I was still stunned for a while, wondering if it was a real person in front of me, or if it was a well-known ancient priestess who traveled through time and space, expressing the incomparable indignation in the woman's heart with a graceful gesture.

"Miss Mary Leavenworth." The one who had been with me whispered over my shoulder. what!Mary Leavenworth!The name was a relief to me.This beautiful creature is not Eleanor who can load, aim, and fire a pistol after all.I turned my head and looked in the direction of her gesture.Her hands were still, and it felt very different, like she was about to unravel a major mystery and was interrupted in the middle.I saw it... No, I can't describe it!I can't paint Eleanor Leavenworth, I have to do it through someone else's mouth.I could sit for the better part of a day, absorbed in the subtlety of Mary's presence—the pale majesty, all the shapes and features that made Mary Leavenworth such a spectacle of sight.As for Eleanor... I can only draw my own heartbeat.Coquettish, noble, awe-inspiring, charming, the one-in-a-million face is all in my eyes.And her cousin's moonlight beauty suddenly disappeared from my memory, and I only had Eleanor in my eyes... from this moment, only Eleanor.

At first glance, she was standing by a small table facing her cousin, with one hand on her chest and the other on the table, with a hostile expression on her face.But after the first shock of her beauty began to wear off, her head turned to meet my gaze.The atmosphere of fear at the scene hit her heart.The former high-ranking lady was insinuatingly accused by another lady. What I saw was an ordinary person who was panting and trembling. There was no excuse for the fact that it fell on her head and spattered her blood. Such a shift is sad.A heartbreaking confession!To me, it's like a confession.But at this moment, her cousin, who had apparently regained her composure, held out her hand to us and asked, "Isn't this Mr. Raymond? Thank you for coming, sir. How about you?" She turned to Mr. Gritz, "You're here to tell us to go downstairs, aren't you?"

It was the same voice I had heard outside the door, but it had now been tuned to a gentle, sweet tone. I took a quick glance at Mr. Gritz to see his reaction.It had evidently affected him a great deal, for when she spoke he bowed lower than usual, and greeted her eager expression with a reproachful yet reassuring smile.His eyes did not embrace her cousin, though she stared at him questioningly, as if the depths of her eyes were full of words that could not be uttered.I knew Mr. Gritz as a man, and felt that the cruelest thing he could do was to turn a blind eye so that the fear of that person would fill the room.In the shock of sympathy, I forgot that Mary had spoken, or even that she existed.I quickly looked away and took a step towards her cousin.That's when Mr. Gritz put his hand on my arm and stopped me from going any further.

"Miss Leavenworth was talking to you," he said. I came back to my senses, turned my back on what had caught my attention, and forced myself to respond to the beauty in front of me.I held out my arm and guided her to the door. Mary's pale, haughty expression immediately softened, almost into a smile.Let me say a word here, there is absolutely no woman who can make a smile that is not a smile like Mary Leavenworth.She looked me straight in the eyes, with direct and sweet appeal.She murmured, "You're so kind, I really need help. The situation is terrible, and my sister..." At this moment, a flash of alertness flashed in her eyes, "It's really not right today."

Hmph... I thought to myself, the indescribable indignant expression of that indescribably indignant lady who was so angry when she entered the door just now has disappeared in just a while?Was she trying to change my impression of her so as to confuse our speculations about her?Or had she deluded herself into believing that we would not be swayed by overheard accusations at such a critical time? However, Eleanor Leavenworth, leaning on Gritz's arm, soon attracted all my attention.She had regained her composure at this point, but not as much as her cousin.His walking steps were unsteady, and the hand on Gritz's arm was shaking like a leaf.

"I wish I never entered this house," I said to myself. But before I even finished half of the sentence, I actually wanted to overthrow this idea.I am very glad that I and not others knew their privacy. Fortunately, I overheard that meaningful conversation inadvertently, and thanks to Mr. Gritz for leading the way.I followed him and Eleanor, who was trembling and tottering, down the stairs.I'm not entirely guilt-free.The crime scene at this point took on a darker tone.Revenge, selfishness, hatred, greed...the closer you get to the truth, the dirtier you feel.But why should I consider my feelings at this time?It doesn't matter at all.Besides, who can look into their own soul, or unlock the deep-seated disgust and attraction for others?What's more, these feelings are mysteries that are difficult to solve for myself.Not much gossip, I put one arm on the frail lady, but my attention was on another lady.I descended the stairs of Leavenworth Mansion and rejoined the coroner and jury who were eagerly awaiting our return.

I stepped across the threshold again, and faced the eager and anxious faces that had left not long ago, it felt like a lifetime away.The human soul is capable of experiencing infinite sensations in a crucial few minutes.

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