Chapter 16 Chapter Sixteen The Millionaire's Will

The antidote is often hidden deep in your heart, thank God for the gift. The next morning the Tribune published parts of Mr. Leavenworth's will, some of which surprised me.Although it is generally understood that the large family property he owned during his lifetime was given to his niece Mary after his death, it is also mentioned in an additional clause about five years ago that he did not completely forget Eleanor, and also promised to leave her after his death. Her legacy.Even if the amount is not large, it is enough for her to live a comfortable life.After listening to colleagues discuss the will, I went to Mr. Gritz's apartment, because he had asked me to come to see him as soon as possible after the will was published in the newspapers.

"Good morning." I heard him say that as I walked in.But I couldn't tell whether he was saying good morning to me or to the pile of things on the desk in front of him. "Sit down, please." His head gestured to me in a weird position for a chair behind him. I pulled the chair close to him. "I'd like to know," I said, "what you think of this will, and how it might affect our case at hand." "What is your own opinion?" "I don't think the will will change the opinion of the general public. Those who thought Eleanor was guilty before will now be more suspicious of her; and those who still have reservations about her involvement in the case will not think that she The relatively small amount of property allocated is enough to constitute a motive for killing the killer."

"You've also heard people talking about it. What do you think the general public thinks about it with you?" "They don't believe that a will alone can determine the motive for murder. As for how to explain it, they don't know." Mr. Gritz suddenly became interested in a small drawer in front of him. "Have any of these thoughts struck you?" he asked. "Thoughts?" I said, "I don't know what you mean. I've had a thousand thoughts in the past three days. I—" "Of course, of course," he said aloud, "I didn't mean to say something unpleasant. Have you seen Mr. Claflin?"

"Just met him, that's all." "Are you going to assist Mr. Harwell in completing Mr. Leavenworth's work?" "How did you know?" He just smiled. "Yes," said I, "Miss Leavenworth asked me to do her a favor." "She's a hard queen!" he exclaimed with sudden enthusiasm, and immediately resumed his business tone. "You'll have your chance, Mr. Raymond. Now, I want you to look into two things. First, the relationship between the two ladies and Mr. Claflin is—" "So, there is really a connection between them?"

"There is no doubt. Second, what is the reason for the trouble between the two cousins?" I took a step back and considered his two requests.Go undercover in a classy lady's house!How do I explain to my gentlemanly nature? "Could you find someone more suitable to dig up these secrets for you?" I finally asked. "For me, being a spy makes me uncomfortable, honestly." Mr. Gritz's eyebrows drooped. "I promise to help Mr. Harwell sort out Mr. Leavenworth's papers. I promise to give Mr. Claflin the opportunity to get to know me. I also promise that if Miss Leavenworth wants to confide in me, I will listen carefully. But in Door eavesdropping, falsehoods, or ungentlemanly tricks, I tell you for the record that I will never do it. My task is to investigate in an open manner, and yours is to search diligently."

"In other words, you'll be the hound and I'll be the groundhog, so that I can understand the job of a gentleman." "Okay," I said, "any news from Hannah?" He waved his hands in the air. "No." I can't say I'm surprised.That evening, after an hour's working with Mr. Harwell, I came downstairs and saw Miss Leavenworth standing on the landing.Because she had a problem the night before, I was going to ask about it today, even though I was taken aback by her opening remarks. "Mr. Raymond," she said, with strong embarrassment in her tone, "I want to ask you a question. I trust you to be kind, and I know you will answer me with conscience, like a brother." She raised He looked at my face for a moment, then said, "I know it must sound strange, but please understand that I have no one but you to advise me, and I must be advised. Mr. Raymond , do you think it is possible for a person to make a serious mistake and then completely turn around?"

"Of course," I replied, "if he really feels remorse for his mistakes." "However, if it's not just a mistake, but also caused specific harm, then will the memory of this evil moment cast a shadow for life?" "It depends on the nature of the harm and the effect on others. If someone hurts others beyond repair, if the person is naturally sensitive, he will have a difficult life in the future. However, if a person is not happy , does not mean that he should not live a good life." "However, in order to live a good life, is it necessary to reveal the bad things you have done? Can you pretend to be okay, not do bad things, and not confess to the world the mistakes you made in the past?"

"Yes, unless his confession has some compensatory effect." My answer seemed to bother her.She took a step back and stood in front of me thoughtfully for a while, her figure shone like a statue under the light of the oil lamp with a ceramic cover beside her.After that, she regained her spirits and came to the reception room, showing a seductive look, and did not bring up the topic just now.Yet during our conversation, she seemed to be trying to make me forget what we had just had.Her efforts were unsuccessful due to my intense interest in her cousin. I went out to the porch and saw Thomas the butler leaning against the little door.I impulsively wanted to ask him a question that had always interested me since the interrogation: Who was Mr. Robbins who had visited Eleanor on the night of the murder?But Thomas was very tight-lipped. He only remembered that this person had visited, but he couldn't describe his appearance, only that he was not small.

I didn't ask any more questions.