Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Questions

Yet who would persecute the soul, attacking with a straw General Yum in Invisible Diamond. Then we went back downstairs to the living room, and the first thing we saw was Mary.She stood in the middle of the room, completely wrapped in a long cloak.She arrived here just as we were going upstairs, and now awaits us with raised brow in the most haughty expression.Looking at her face, I realized how awkward it must have been for these two women to meet.If Mary hadn't acted as if she wouldn't allow me to leave, I would have quit long ago.At the same time, I felt that there was a good chance for them to restore their old relationship, so I stepped forward, bowed to Mary and said: "Your cousin has just succeeded in convincing me that she is completely innocent, Miss Leavenworth. I am now going to join the party." Mr. Gritz's ranks, and wholeheartedly track down the real murderer."

"I thought that just letting you look at her would be enough to convince you that she didn't commit a crime at all, that she has the ability." Her answer was unexpected.Then she raised her head in a haughty manner, her eyes fixed on mine. I feel the blood rushing up.Before she could speak, her voice rose again, her tone colder than before. "It's really hard for a frail girl with a lot of admiration to show the world that she's not involved in a major crime." She took off her cloak and cast her eyes on her cousin for the first time. Eleanor immediately stepped forward, as if to meet her eyes.Somehow, I couldn't help feeling how important this moment was to them, and while I still couldn't understand why, at least I felt the intensity of the scene.The present occasion was indeed unforgettable.Both women present may be regarded as contemporary models, and the two men who are now face to face are clearly at odds.However, the significance of this scene goes beyond that.The most violent emotions of the human soul stir here.The cities of both sides are very deep, and I can only measure each other's strength through the scene of the battle.

Eleanor was the first to come back to her senses. She took a deep breath and said with a cold and arrogant attitude: "There is something better than sympathy, and that is justice." She turned around and left, "Mr. Raymond, Let's go to the reception room, I have something to tell you." Marie strode forward, her hand grabbing the dress at her back. "No—" she cried, "you have something to say to me! I have something to say to you, Eleanor Leavenworth." After speaking, she stood in the middle of the room. I glanced at Eleanor and immediately realized that there was no place for me here, so I left immediately.

I paced in the reception room for ten minutes, my brain eaten away by a thousand questions and conjectures.What mystery is hidden in this family?What happened between the two cousins?Why are they incompatible with each other and do not trust each other?It stands to reason that the two should rely on each other and confide in each other.Obviously, the rift between the two is not a matter of a day or two.There is no way a day or two of feuding could lead to such a heated dispute.Although I don't want to see them hate each other, I have seen everything in my eyes.Their vengeance must have been traced to the bottom, and it must have started long before the murder, otherwise it would not be so strong that even I, an outsider, could feel it, and I just heard them talking in a low voice through the closed door .

Now the curtain of the reception room was drawn, and Mary's voice could be heard clearly. "It's impossible for the two of us to live under the same roof after this happened. To-morrow, one of you and I will have to move." After she finished speaking, her face flushed, she walked into the hall panting and walked towards me.As soon as she saw my face, her expression changed immediately, her arrogance completely dissipated, and she waved her hands, as if she could use this to block the gaze of others.She walked past me, crying and rushing upstairs. This strange scene ended in pain, and my suppressed emotions were still restless, when the curtain of the living room was thrown back again, and Eleanor entered the room.Although her face was pale, she was quite calm, except for the slightly tired eye circles, there were almost no traces of the quarrel just now.She sat next to me, and took the courage to stare at me for a while before she said, "Tell me, what is my situation, and let me know the worst now. I'm afraid I don't really know me." Situation."

I was very happy to hear such a realization from her mouth, so I immediately followed suit.I first analyzed the whole case from the impartial point of view of a bystander, emphasized the reasons for the suspicion, and pointed out the disadvantages to her.The above mentioned should be trivial matters in her mind, and it may be easy to explain.I try to make her understand that her decision is enough to sway the case.Finally, I ended the conversation with emotion.Will she tell me the truth? "I thought you accepted my explanation," she said tremblingly. "I accept it, but I hope the whole world accepts it."

"Ah, your demands are too much! As long as someone suspects you and points the finger at you, they will never forget the accusation against you," she replied sadly, "I can't clear it up no matter what. .” "You'd rather be treated unfairly than tell—" "I don't think anything I can explain will change anything," she murmured. I looked away, and the image of Mr. Forbes hiding behind the curtain at the other end of the house came back to me again, and it was painful. "If the whole thing is as bad as you make it out to be," she went on, "it's unlikely that Mr. Gritz will listen to any explanation."

"Mr. Gritz would be glad to know how you got that key, so that he can direct his investigation." She made no reply.My mood hit rock bottom again. "It will do you good to keep him satisfied," I went on, "though in doing so, it will affect the—" She stood up abruptly. "I will never reveal the source of the key to anyone." She sat down again, clasping her hands firmly in front of her face. Then I got up, too, and paced the room, stung by an unreasonable jealousy deep inside me. "Mr. Raymond, even if the worst happened, even if all those who loved me were on their knees begging me to tell the truth, I would never tell it."

"So," I decided to hide my inner thoughts, and tried to find out her unscrupulous motives, "you are trying to shirk the mission of justice." She said nothing and did not move her body. "Miss Leavenworth," I said, "you are indeed great, because you are determined to protect others with your own honor, but neither your friends nor the world who pursues truth and justice can accept your sacrifice move." She suddenly became proud. "Sir!" she cried. "If you don't help us," I went on, calmly and firmly, "we won't need your help any more. What I saw upstairs—you succeeded in persuading me— Let me believe that you are not only innocent, but also terrified of this murder case and its subsequent development. If I can't fight for your rights and clear up your grievances, I am not a real man."

Then there was another dead silence. "What do you think should be done?" she finally said. I walked across the room and came up to her. "I think that in order to clear your name forever, we have to find the real killer and make it public." I thought she would back off, because by this point I was pretty sure who the killer was.Instead, she just double-strapped her hands and said, "I don't quite believe you can, Mr. Raymond." "Do you suspect that I can't find the murderer, or that I can't bring him to justice?" "What I doubt," she said with great difficulty, "is whether anyone knows who the murderer is in this case."

"Someone knows." I tried to test her. "Who?" "Hannah knows the truth about the murder that night, Miss Leavenworth. Find Hannah, and we shall find your uncle's murderer." "That's just a hypothesis, too," she said.But I knew she was showing signs of weakness. "Your cousin is offering a huge reward to track down Hannah's whereabouts. Now the whole country is looking for her. We can have the result within a week." Her expression and demeanor changed. "Hannah can't help much," she said. I took a deep breath, confused by her reaction. "What or who would help you?" She looked away slowly. "Miss Leavenworth," I continued earnestly and again, "you have no brother to intercede for you, no mother to advise you. Let me entreat you, as your good friend, that you have complete confidence in me, and Tell me one thing." "What's the matter?" she asked. "Did you take that paper from the desk in the study?" She didn't answer immediately, but just sat there, looking straight ahead, her eyes showed that she seemed to be weighing the pros and cons.At last she turned to me and said, "As regards your question, Mr. Raymond, I hope you will keep it secret from me. The answer is: I took the paper." I tried my best to suppress the desperate sigh that came out of my mouth, and continued: "I'm not going to ask you what the contents of the paper are," I saw her shaking her hand reproachfully. "But there is one thing you must tell me. Do you still have that paper?" She looked straight into my face. "It's gone." It took me a lot of effort to suppress the disappointment on my face. "Miss Leavenworth," I went on, "it may seem cruel of me to press you at this time, but I have to risk offending you by asking you childish and embarrassing questions because I know you perfectly. Critical situation. You have just revealed to me something which I am very much curious to know. Can you also tell me, from the time Mr. It was mentioned at the time - what did you hear while sitting in your room?" I knew right away that I was asking too much. "Mr. Raymond," she answered, "I have told you privately what you are anxious to know, and that is because I did not want you to think I was ignorant. Now I can say no more, and do not ask me gone." Her accusing expression hit me physically and mentally.I said sadly that I would respect her wishes. "I just want to track down the culprit by my own strength. I think it is my sacred duty to find out the murderer. However, I will not ask you any more questions, and I will not make any more requests to embarrass you. Even without your help Assist, I also want to find the murderer, I just hope that when the case is solved one day, you can understand that I have pure motives and act neutrally." "I can forgive you now," she began, but stopped, looking at me almost in pleading pain, "Mr. Raymond, can you let it go? Can you do this? I I don't want assistance from others, and I don't need assistance, I'd rather—" I can't take it anymore. "The innocent sacrificed himself generously, and the criminal had no right to profit. The honor and joy of a noble lady cannot be sacrificed to a murderer. I will do my best, Miss Leavenworth." As I walked the avenue this evening, I felt like an adventurous traveler who, in desperation, steps on a long plank over a bottomless abyss.From the shadows in front of my eyes, the following question emerges: The only clue I have is that I believe that Eleanor wants to protect others with innocence, while also dealing with Mr. Gritz's prejudice.How do I find out who the real murderer of Mr. Leavenworth is, how do I restore the innocence of an innocent lady?Besides, the suspicion she incurred was not entirely without logical basis.