Chapter 38 Chapter 37 Orgasm

Gold that lures saints. When action doesn't make you or me a traitor, it's fear that drives us to betray. The detective had a swaggering look on his face.I've never seen him look like that to anyone. "Well," he said, "I didn't expect it, but it wasn't unwelcome. I'm really glad to learn that Miss Leavenworth is innocent, but I'll have to hear some details before I'm satisfied. Rise, Mr. Harwell, and explain the matter. If you are the murderer of Mr. Leavenworth, why does everyone else seem to be so suspicious of you?" He struggled at Gritz's feet, looking up at him with fiery eyes.Seeing that he was struggling and still unable to speak, I approached him.

"Lean on me." I said as I helped him up. His face finally took off the suppressed mask and looked at me with a look of despair. "Save...save..." he gasped, "save her...Mary...they're about to send the report—don't do it!" "That's right," someone interjected at this point, "if there are any people here who believe in God and value women's honor, please don't send that report." Henry Claflin, undiminished in dignity, entered through a door on our right, with an air of extreme agitation. On seeing his face, however, the man we were supporting began to tremble and scream, and to jump at Mr. Claflin.Although he was tall, if Mr. Gritz hadn't stopped him, he might have been knocked to the ground by Havel.

"Wait!" cried Mr. Gritz.Holding Harwell with one hand--what was his rheumatism--with the other in his pocket, he drew a paper from it and handed it to Mr. Claflin. "The report hasn't been sent yet," he said. "Don't worry. And you," he continued, turning to Truman Havel. cut off his words. "Let me go!" he screamed. "I want revenge! I have sacrificed so much to Mary Leavenworth that he has the audacity to call her his wife! Let me—" But at this moment he stopped, his trembling body also condensed into a stone, and the hands that had been stretched out to the opponent's throat were also dropped heavily at this moment.

"Listen!" he said, looking behind Mr. Claflin. "It's her! I hear her! I feel her! She's walking up the stairs! She's at the door! She—" He ended the sentence with a deep and trembling, expectant and despairing sigh.The door of the room opened, and standing before us was Mary Leavenworth. At this moment, the young man's hair can suddenly turn white.Her face was so pale and haggard and unrefined, with a dull, terrified expression.She turned to Henry Claflin, completely ignoring the best actor in this tragedy!Truman Havel could take it no longer. "Ah, ah!" he shouted, "look at her! Indifference, indifference, I just took off the gallows rope around her neck and put it around my neck, and she didn't even look at me!"

Then he broke free and fell down in front of Mary, clutching her dress with frantic hands. "Look at me," he cried, "listen to me! I've sold my body and my soul, and I've got to pay for it. They said you were in danger, Mary! I couldn't bear it, so I told the truth." .yes i know what the consequences are and i just wish you could say you trust me when you pledge to defend the property you love. i never dreamed i would end up where i am because i love you and wish i could have you in return, and to receive your love, I—” Yet she did not seem to see him, nor did she seem to hear him.Her eyes fixed on Henry Claflin with a hideous questioning depth.Only he can touch Mary.

"You didn't hear me!" screamed Javier in a daze. "You hard-hearted woman, even if I call you from hell, you won't turn back!" However, even if he shouted this sentence, she still didn't notice it.She pressed her hands on his shoulders, as if to clear away the obstacle that stood in her way, and walked forward with difficulty. "What is that man doing here?" she exclaimed, pointing at her husband with a trembling hand. "What has he done at this terrible moment? Why has he been brought here to meet me?" "I told her to come here and meet her uncle's murderer," Mr. Gritz whispered in my ear.

Before I could answer her, before Mr. Claflin himself could murmur a word, the distraught suspect before her stood up abruptly. "Don't you know? Well, let me tell you. These gentlemen think they are chivalrous and respected. They think that you, who are beautiful and luxurious, killed you with their white hands. Man of Liberty and Wealth. Yes, yes, this man—” He turned to me, “who calls himself a friend, whom you no doubt believe to be good and worthy of respect, actually, during those four weeks, he looked at you Every look at you, every word you say is weaving a rope around your neck. He believes that you murdered your uncle, and he doesn't know that there is such a person by your side, so he is willing to clean up for you Obstacles in half the world, as long as the white jade hand gives the order. I—”

"You?" Ah!Now she finally saw him, finally heard him! "That's right," he reached for her dress again, and she backed away quickly, "Don't you know that when your uncle refused you, you cried for an hour, begging for help , don't you know—" "Stop it!" she screamed, moving away from him with indescribable terror on her face, "Stop it! Oh!" She was out of breath, "a woman hit, frantic Shouting, hoping for someone to provide assistance and sympathy, is that considered to be seeking a killer?" With fear in her words, she turned around and wept, "Whoever sees me now will definitely forget that someone—such a man—has dared to think that I In a situation of extreme distress, she will murder her benefactor to seek relief!" Her fear grew deeper and deeper. "Oh, that's a great punishment for ignorance!" she murmured. "My greatest sin has always been to regard wealth as my life, and now I have finally been punished!"

Henry Claflin could no longer control himself. He ran to her side and looked down at her. "Is it really nothing but ignorance, Mary? Are you really innocent of any crime at all? Is there no conspiracy between the two of you? Didn't you break my heart even to keep your place in your uncle's will? You don't hesitate to hurt your noble cousin? Are you innocent in this case? Tell me quickly!" He put his hand on her head, and slowly pressed it to the back of her head, looking into her eyes.Then he held her in his arms without saying a word, and looked at the things around him calmly.

"She's innocent!" he said. The atmosphere was originally so gloomy that it was breathless, but now it is finally a little more relaxed.Except for the distraught and trembling criminal in front of them, everyone in the room suddenly felt a dose of hope in their hearts.Even Mary's expression brightened. "Oh!" she whispered, pushing him a little away to get a good look at his face, "I played a man, hurt him, tortured him, made him shiver at the name of Mary Leavenworth , is this you? I married a man for a while, but later gave up and denied the marriage, is it you too? Henry, based on what you have heard and seen, will you believe that I am innocent? In the face of that constant Poor wailing, talking non-stop, also facing my own shaking body and palpable fear, you remember the letter I wrote you the morning after the murder, I hope you don't come near me again because I am in critical condition Is this little secret known to the outside world and it will put me in a position where there is no redemption. Can you, or will you, acquit me before God and the whole world?"

"I will," he said. A light that had never been seen before slowly emerged on her face. "So God forgives me for what I have done to this noble heart, for I will never forgive myself! Wait a minute!" He began to speak, "Before I accept your further forgiveness, Let me show my true side. Mr. Raymond, you will clearly see the worst side of the woman you trust." She said, and turned to face me for the first time. (Look, I don't believe this man's sarcasm.) With the most fervent desire, you asked me to tell the truth, to confess everything related to the murder. I couldn't do it then, because I had selfish fears. I knew the whole case was against me. Elinor told me. Elinor herself—and this was the worst pain I had to endure—believed that I was involved. She had her reasons. "She found the envelope from the desk under her uncle's body, so she knew for the first time that he was calling a lawyer to change the content of the will and change the heir to her before he died. Was in his room the night before it happened, because she heard my door open and the rustle of my clothes on the floor as I passed. But that's not all. The key, which she picked up from the floor of my room. Mr. Claflin's letter to my uncle, was also found in my fire. She saw me take the handkerchief from the laundry basket, and the A handkerchief was brought out during the interrogation, and it was still stained with pistol grease. None of these things I can explain. "My feet seem to be entangled in ropes, and every movement creates new problems. I know I am innocent, but if I can't prove it to my cousin, how can I expect the public to believe me What's worse, if even Eleanor, who obviously hopes that her uncle will live a long life, will be suspected because of a few circumstantial evidences, how can I not be afraid if these indirect evidences are used against me? I am Heir! The tone and manner in which the jury questioned who would have the greatest benefit from my uncle's will were too obvious. Therefore beware of Elinor, who is kind and generous, and insists on not saying anything. When the facts were against me, I watched her shut up and thought that since she thought I was guilty, let her bear the consequences herself. "I didn't feel relented when I saw the dire implications of these circumstantial evidence. Because I was afraid that if I confessed, it would bring me bad reputation, attract suspicious eyes, and put myself in danger, so Just keep silent. I hesitated only once, and that was in our last conversation, when I knew that you believed in Eleanor's innocence despite the appearance of it, and I then thought if I could be honest with you too , ask for your sympathy, and you will probably believe me innocent. However, it happened that Mr. Claflin came to visit at that time, and I suddenly seemed to understand that I would be implicated in suspicion for the rest of my life, so I didn't blurt it out on impulse, but instead Going the same way, threatening Mr. Claflin that if he came any closer to me before I got over it, I would deny our marriage. "Yes, he will tell you that he came to my door with his long-tortured mind and body, and wanted me to assure him that the danger I was in was not of my own making. He would tell you that I Nice to see him, and he's been through a whole year. But he forgave me, I could see it in his eyes, I could hear it in his voice. You—oh, if In our days to come, you can forgive me for causing Eleanor to suffer because of my own fears, and if you still feel the shadow of Eleanor's suffering, I hope you can have sweet hope, please do not Think of me too badly. As for this man—this torture is more unbearable than any other pain in the same room with him. Let him come up to me and tell me, what the hell, is it my face or my face? Why should I think I understand his affection for me, let alone my reaction to him?" "Why do you ask?" Havel gasped, "Can't you see it? It's you who turned a deaf ear to me and turned a blind eye, that's why I'm on the road of no return. Standing in front of you and chasing you hard, paying attention Watching your every frown and smile, my soul has been tightly bound with you, no matter how hot the flames can melt, no power can destroy no matter how powerful it is, no sharp blade can cut it. Sleeping under the same roof as you, Sitting at the same table without even seeing you understand me! Because of this, I live a life of hell every day. I am determined that you will understand me one day. If I were to Jump into the fire pit, and you will understand who I am, and understand my true feelings for you, and I will do the same. You finally understand. You understand everything now. You can try to avoid me, or you can shrink back Beside the coward you call your husband, but you will never forget the love of Truman Havel. Never forget the love that led me to your uncle's room that night, the will to pull the trigger, Let you have riches that you can't enjoy today." He continued, and straightened up in a desperate mood, even the tall Henry Claflin was dwarfed by him, "Yes, you Every dollar that clangs in your purse will say my name. Your head is too proud to bow to me and every tawdry trinket on it will scream my name in your ears .You'll want everything in style, in glamour, in luxury. And you'll never forget the hand that gave it all to you, before the gold fades and loses its appeal!" He glanced at me with an indescribable evil in his eyes.He handed over the police detective who was waiting at the side, and was about to be taken out of the room. At this time, Mary couldn't help the excitement in her heart and her legs softened. She raised her head and said, "No, Truman Havel. You want to To comfort myself with such thoughts, I don't even bother to give you a chance. Money is too heavy, it will only bring torture. I cannot accept such torture, so I must give up all wealth. From this day on, Mary  Claflin only owns her husband's property. She owes her husband a great deal." She raised her hands to her ears, took off the diamond earrings on her earlobes, and threw the earrings at Javier's feet. This move was the final blow for him.He let out a roar such as I had never imagined a human mouth could make, and then he threw up his arms, a face full of fiery, frantic rage. "I dealt with the devil with my soul, and I got nothing but a shadow!" he wailed, "a shadow!" "Wow, the best day of my life as a detective! Congratulations, Mr. Raymond, on the most daring game in the detective's office." I looked at Mr. Gritz's triumphant face with surprise. "What do you mean?" I said aloud. "You planned all this?" "Initiated?" he repeated. "How can I stand here and watch how things turn out if I didn't invent them? Mr. Raymond, let's take it easy. You're a gentleman, but we can shake hands and congratulate. In my In my career as a police detective, I have never encountered such a tortuous and difficult case, but finally got a happy ending." We shook hands long and hard, and then I asked him to explain what he had just said. "Well," he said, "there's one thing I've never been able to figure out, even at the height of my suspicions about this woman, about wiping guns. As far as I know, women and That doesn't quite fit. I just can't make it look like a woman did it. Do you know any woman who has a habit of wiping guns? No. They can shoot and shoot, but after firing Well, women don't clean guns. If a hundred clues are uncovered in a crime, ninety-nine of them lead unmistakably to the suspect, and the hundredth equally important clue shows that the person is not The principle that the whole suspicion cannot be established when a crime is likely to be committed is known to every detective. Knowing this principle, as I said, I began to hesitate when it came to making an arrest. The chain was all together, and the clasp Locked, but one of the clasps was of a different type and material from the others, and might have broken the chain. I decided to give her one last chance. I got Mr. Claflin and Mr. Harwell, Two persons whom I had no reason to suspect, but besides her, were the only persons who could have committed the murder, since they were the only persons of the intelligent type in the whole house, or at the time of the murder. I informed them separately: The murderer who killed Mr. Leavenworth has not only been found, but will also be arrested at my residence. If you want to hear the confession of the murderer after he has been arrested, please come here on time, and you may have the opportunity to hear it with your own ears. The reasons for interest vary widely, but none of them say no. I managed to convince them to hide in the room you saw them come out of, because I knew that if one of them shot someone, it would be for Mary Leavenworth So I definitely can't bear to hear that she will be prosecuted for homicide, and I can't bear to hear that she will be arrested and brought to justice. In the end, she will inevitably expose the inside story. I didn't have much hope for this experiment, let alone think about it. Mr. Weir turned out to be a murderer. Mr. Raymond, after all, people live and learn."