Guidebook for the Dark Duke

"You... are pregnant with John's child?" Sergeant Chandler looked at Amy cautiously.

Amy was only able to react at this moment, and was a little flustered for a while: "No... no..." Amy's eyes drifted, but when he saw Evan's half-smiling eyes, he immediately said: "I mean yes Yes, I am indeed pregnant with Master John's child." Amy completely calmed down now.

Sheriff Chandler frowned unbearably: "Amy, I know you are a good boy, but you can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing. I watched John grow up. Although he is a bit arrogant, but But you are not a casual person, you..."

"No! Sheriff Chandler!" Amy suddenly interrupted Sheriff Chandler: "It's not Master John's fault, it's me...I seduced Master John, I...I just love him too much Yes, I love him more than Miss Arya! But he doesn't belong to me, I am so miserable, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Amy buried her face in her hands with some excitement, and sobbed loudly.

Sheriff Chandler was stunned for a moment, probably he had never seen such a relaxed lady in his life, he was a little at a loss for a while: "Ai...Amy, don't cry, your... Do Mr. and Mrs. Lawrence know about your situation?"

In the eyes of the sheriff, Mr. Lawrence and Mrs. Lawrence are the most serious couple. If they know about Amy, they will be furious.

"They already knew." Amy suddenly raised her head and said.

Sheriff Chandler's eyes widened instantly: "This is impossible! They never told me."

"They all know, but they all pretend that it didn't happen. They really love Master John so much that they don't want his reputation to be ruined." Amy whispered.

Sheriff Chandler almost couldn't believe it. He dared to conceal such a serious matter: "This is really outrageous! I always thought Mr. Lawrence Jr. was an upright gentleman."

"He is indeed an upright gentleman." Evan interjected with a smile, "It's just that John is his son, so what can you expect him to do?"

Sheriff Chandler sighed: "It's good now, the only clue is broken again."

Evan smiled slightly: "Sheriff Chandler, have you forgotten what Amy said before?"

Sergeant Chandler's eyes lit up when he heard this, and then turned to stare at Amy, his eyes burning like a falcon: "Little Amy, what did John do? Is there another lady beside him?" ?"

Amy's whole body trembled again. She glanced at Evan, who had a gentle smile on his face, and couldn't help shivering. He suddenly felt that the most dangerous person in this interrogation room was not the vicious Sergeant Chandler, but the vicious Sergeant Chandler. It was the kind and merciful Mr. Reverend.

"I...I don't know..." Amy said weakly.

"Little Amy, you can't lie to me. I am a policeman. I know how to deal with liars. You are still pregnant with Little John's child. It is really not suitable to stay in prison. I advise you to tell the truth." Sheriff Chandler said half threatening and half coaxing.

Amy couldn't help shivering, and looked at Sheriff Chandler with fear on her face. Her loyalty to John still couldn't stop worrying about the child in her womb, so she said: "I... I only know one thing. Once John and Mrs. Lawrence quarreled. Mrs. Lawrence didn't like Miss Alia and wanted Master John to marry a lady from London, but Master John refused. Mrs. Lawrence said that it was Miss Alia, and Master John would Such a depraved woman, the Lawrence family absolutely cannot accept such a woman."

Speaking of this, Amy couldn't help biting her lips. She still remembers Mrs. Lawrence's expression when she said these words, which was vicious and crazy.

Sheriff Chandler couldn't help but frown. He glanced at Evan with downcast eyes, and felt a little ridiculous in his heart.

"Is there anything else? You'd better not hide it from me!" Sheriff Chandler said, staring at Amy.

Amy shrank her neck and shook her head lightly: "No more, that's all I know. I was going to tell Master John about my pregnancy that night, but I saw Miss Alia come out of the house , I didn’t go in, this was all done by Miss Alia, it really has nothing to do with me!”

By this time, Amy still didn't want to speak ill of Alia.

Sergeant Chandler was a little impatient. In the current situation, no one could rule out the suspicion, and the matter became more complicated.

Sheriff Chandler waved his hand, signaling the police to take Amy out, but at this moment, Evan suddenly said: "By the way, Amy, did Master John not light the stove that night?"

After hearing Evan's question, Amy was stunned for a moment, and then immediately replied firmly: "No!"

Evan suddenly smiled at this time: "How can you be sure?"

Amy blushed all of a sudden: "I...I..."

Sergeant Chandler saw that something was wrong, and immediately said: "Hurry up and tell the truth! Otherwise, I will really throw you into prison for the rest of my life!"

Amy was forced from two directions, and suddenly cried: "I... I was wrong! Sheriff Chandler, please don't put me in jail!"

Sheriff Chandler secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but his face still looked majestic: "Since you don't want to be imprisoned, tell me the truth!"

Amy sat down with a sad face: "Actually... Actually, I have seen Master John after Miss Alia left." Her words were soft and short, and she could hardly hear them unless she listened carefully.

Of course Sheriff Chandler listened carefully, so he immediately jumped up from his chair: "Amy! How could you behave like this! Framed a lady! Are you really crazy!"

Amy lowered her head in shame, not daring to look directly into Sheriff Chandler's eyes.

"Go to Dr. Hester's house and let those people come back! Miss Alia is innocent." Sergeant Chandler quickly ordered the police officers around him.

Sheriff Chandler is eager to exonerate Aaliyah, but Evan is concerned about another issue.

"Sheriff Chandler." When the sheriff finally finished his orders, Evan said suddenly: "Since Master John didn't light the stove, does that mean that the death time inferred by Dr. Hester is problematic?"

Sheriff Chandler couldn't help saying a bad word: "This Dr. Hester will really cause us trouble." Sheriff Chandler sighed: "If John's death is postponed to ten to eleven At that point, everyone has time to commit crimes, and that time is the end of the fireworks display, and the whole town is in chaos."

But Evan couldn't help but smiled: "I'm afraid you forgot, if it happened at that time, then the murderer should be someone John is familiar with, think about it, it's so late, how can you still keep silent?" He came to Lawrence's house quietly, entered John's room without disturbing anyone, and killed him, either he was very familiar with Lawrence's house and John, or he was done by the Lawrence family."

After hearing John's reasoning, the sheriff frowned again for an instant, and his previous vague thoughts came to mind again.

"This...isn't likely?" The sheriff said hesitantly: "The Lawrences are very upright people, and they love John so much, they probably wouldn't do such a thing."

At that time, all the servants in the Lawrence family had gone home, and the only ones staying at home were the Lawrence couple.

Evan didn't express any opinions this time, but just lowered his head and smiled and said, "I don't want to believe such a terrible thing, and I still have to rely on you to investigate."

Sergeant Chandler was very happy to be praised, patted Evan on the shoulder lightly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't let the murderer escape, no matter who he is."

After interrogating Amy, Evan left the police station alone. He was going to go back to the church, but he suddenly remembered Mrs. Sanders, who had been ill for a long time, so he went to live with Mrs. Sanders again. The place.

Mrs. Sanders lived on the main street of Delanele. She didn't have a house, and she lived in a rented house. Evan stood at the door and looked at it for a long time. He suddenly sighed in his heart. The church is very generous to the pastor. But the parish secretary was not so generous.

Evan stood at the door and knocked on the door for a long time before someone came over to open the door. The person who came was an old man who looked to be in his fifties, was not tall, and was wearing a ridiculous dark red woolen suit jacket. Looks a bit like Sheriff Chandler.

Evan instantly understood that this should be Sheriff Chandler's uncle.

"Hello, Mr. Chandler." Evan nodded politely.

The old gentleman looked at Evan's special collar, and smiled instantly on his face: "It's Pastor Bruce, come in quickly, Mrs. Sanders is thinking of you."

Evan raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

The decoration in the room is very simple, a dressing table, a bed, a table and a chair, and Mrs. Sanders is lying on the bed with her eyes closed. Evan thinks this is like a nun's room.

"Pastor Bruce?" Xu Shi heard the noise, and Mrs. Sanders opened her eyes, looking at Evan weakly.

Evan looked at Mrs. Sanders in surprise. He always thought that Mrs. Sanders was just a minor illness, but looking at her skinny appearance, it was clear that she was not long in the world.

"Oh, my dear lady." Evan strode to Mrs. Sanders's window: "What's wrong with you?"

Mrs. Sanders showed a weak smile, which instantly softened her stern face: "I'm afraid I won't live long."

"Nonsense." Muttering, Mr. Chandler sat down beside Mrs. Sanders' bed, gently took her thin hand, and his cloudy eyes were a little red.

Mrs. Sanders's pale face flushed instantly, and she whispered: "Mr. Chandler, thank you for your kind care these past few days, but can you give me a little time to talk to Pastor Bruce? time."

Mr. Chandler gave a dry cough as if to cover up, and quickly raised his hand to touch the corner of his eyes: "Okay, I just went out to buy some beef for you, you need to supplement your nutrition."

Mr. Chandler turned and left the small room, leaving only Evan and Mrs. Sanders looking at each other in the room. There was a moment of embarrassment between the two, because to be honest, they were not very familiar with each other.

Finally Mrs. Sanders spoke first: "Did you invite Mr. Chandler?"

Evan touched his nose in embarrassment, and whispered: "This...is also to take care of you."

Mrs. Sanders looked at Evan and said suddenly, "Pastor Bruce, can I ask you one thing?"