Guidebook for the Dark Duke

Evan couldn't help sighing: "Stop saying these irrational words, Miss Alia didn't do anything wrong."

"Why are you all talking for that slut!" Mrs. Lawrence took a step forward a little excitedly: "I need someone to pay for this!" She looked at Evan and Sheriff Chandler viciously.

Sheriff Chandler's eyebrows furrowed deeper: "It is the murderer who needs to pay the price, please stop making trouble for no reason."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Lawrence couldn't help trembling: "You sound nice, but you haven't made any progress so far! Is my little John going to die in vain?"

Speaking of Sergeant Chandler, I was a little ashamed, but I could only continue: "Mrs. Lawrence, this matter is very complicated, but we have made some progress, please don't worry."

Mrs. Lawrence just sneered, turned and left.

Looking at the direction she left, Sheriff Chandler murmured: "It seems that I need to talk to the servants of the Lawrence family."

"Obviously." There was a hint of interest in Evan's eyes: "Sheriff Chandler, you still have a lot of work to do."

Sheriff Chandler left, and Evan returned to the church. Although Evan had doubts about some things, he still needed evidence to prove it.

**

The next day was Sunday, and Evan, as the pastor of Delan Lille, needed to worship for the believers. The words of worship had already been prepared, and Evan had completely adapted to this kind of life at this time.

This day, basically all the Christians in Delanele came. The incident of John cast a cloud over the entire Delanele, and the townspeople urgently needed an outlet to soothe their souls.

Duke Wilson also came, his face was still cold, and he still ignored Evan, but he still came.

The arrival of Duke Wilson changed the atmosphere of the entire church. People rushed to salute him, their faces full of surprise and excitement.

Standing on the altar, Evan watched Duke Wilson greet everyone elegantly and peacefully, but he was secretly thinking about how to get closer to the Duke again. Now that the Duke obviously has a gap with him, then he There is no need to post it, he is more proficient in the principle of closeness than anyone else here.

Evan finished the service with sincerity. His emotional speech, extremely sincere demeanor, and his blond, blue-eyed and extremely foul appearance soothed the panic of the people of Delan Lille, and made them believe in religion. Gained a moment of tranquility. After the service was over, many townspeople came up to thank him and kissed the corner of his robe. Evan received respect beyond his imagination in Delan Lille.

Duke Wilson stood at the door of the church, watching Evan smiling and talking to the townspeople. An old gentleman was trembling and could hardly hold the Bible in his hand, but he smiled and held his bony hands and talked to him kindly.

Duke Wilson felt a little glaring, he seemed never bothered by what he heard that day, he did not condemn his actions, nor did he explore the deep meaning of his actions, he treated himself as before as if nothing had happened , respectful and polite, but it was this kind of politeness that made Duke Wilson even more annoyed.

He turned around a little discouraged and left the church.

In the afternoon, Sergeant Chandler came to the church. He was very excited. He took out a calfskin bag from his coat pocket and said with a smile, "Today is really lucky. I sent it to Scotland Yard for testing a few days ago. The evidence has been sent back, and they have found the remains of a brooch in the ashes of John's fireplace."

Evan raised his eyebrows, a brooch?Looking at the distorted thing in front of him, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure it's a brooch?"

Sheriff Chandler smiled and rubbed his hands: "You don't have to tease me. This is indeed a brooch, and it is a very precious brooch. The experts from Scotland Yard have confirmed it. It seems that our murderer is A woman who can own such a precious brooch, Mr. Pastor, you should know who it is without me telling you."

Evan looked down at the wreckage in his hand, pondered for a long time and finally said: "Although we have found this brooch, there is still no evidence to link this brooch with Mrs. Lawrence, and in terms of motive, we have no Any tenable theory."

Sergeant Chandler suddenly smiled meaningfully after hearing this: "I knew you would say that, but the people at Scotland Yard have confirmed that this brooch was handcrafted by a shop in London and is unique. , There is only this one in this world, I asked someone to find out for me, it was specially customized by Mr. Lawrence, think about it, who else could this brooch he customized be given to?"

Sheriff Chandler spoke very confidently, but Evan frowned slightly as he looked at the precious brooch. He had never seen Mrs. Lawrence wearing this brooch.

"And not only that, the wound on the back of John's head was from the upper right to the lower left, and it was also identified as left-handed. As you know, Mrs. Lawrence is left-handed." Sergeant Chandler said proudly: "Pastor Bruce , how is it, is it all right now?"

Evan had never seen John's wound, and this was the first time he heard about left-handers. He thought about it, and Mrs. Lawrence was indeed left-handed.

"There is no direct evidence, you still have to be careful." Evan said earnestly.

Sheriff Chandler looked determined to win: "Pastor Bruce, even you can't refute the evidence this time. As long as you have these things, she can't escape in front of the judge."

This sentence awakened Evan. At this time, the courts are not as strict as the rules of later generations. At this time, as long as it is indirect evidence, one can be sent to the gallows.

Evan frowned slightly, but Sergeant Chandler was very excited. He said excitedly, "I think I still have to talk to the servants in Lawrence's house to find out about the relationship between Mrs. Lawrence and John."

Evan sent off the complacent Sheriff Chandler with a complicated expression. Could it be Mrs. Lawrence?The thin but fiery middle-aged woman flashed through his mind for an instant. If this person could kill, he would have believed that Mrs. Lawrence was too impressive.

Evan walked into the church full of worries. For the first time, he sat down piously under the statue with his hands folded and prayed. In the morning, he gave the residents of Delan Lille a moment of tranquility, and now he himself needs to calm down.

**

Sergeant Chandler went to the Lawrence couple's house contentedly. It was time for the servants to prepare dinner. Mrs. Lawrence looked coldly at Sergeant Chandler and did not cooperate at all.

"If you need to ask anything, just go there, but these servants are working now, you'd better hurry up." Mrs. Lawrence looked at Sergeant Chandler mockingly, gloating.

Sheriff Chandler was very angry. Today, Mr. Lawrence is not here, so he can only face Mrs. Lawrence.

"Ma'am, please forgive me for offending me." Sergeant Chandler was impatient to talk to Mrs. Lawrence again. Now that he had recognized Mrs. Lawrence's guilt, he unceremoniously called Mrs. Lawrence's maid out.

Seeing Sergeant Chandler's unceremonious expression, Mrs. Lawrence's face turned pale with anger, but she didn't say a word.

Mrs. Lawrence's maid was Laura, who looked at Sheriff Chandler timidly, twisting the corners of her skirt with both hands.

Sheriff Chandler stared at Laura closely with falcon-like eyes, and said sharply: "If I ask you now, you must tell the truth. If I find out that there is a lie, I will arrest you immediately." Go to jail and never get out."

"Mr...." Laura hurriedly said tremblingly, "I will never tell a lie, please don't arrest me, Mr. Sheriff, I won't tell a lie."

Sergeant Chandler nodded in satisfaction. To him, such intimidation was commonplace, and he didn't feel any burden at all.

"I ask you, what is the relationship between Mrs. Lawrence and John?"

"Madam and Master?" Laura looked a little puzzled.

"Yes! How's the relationship between them?" Sergeant Chandler's eyes were burning.

"Madam and Master have a very good relationship, Madam dotes on Master John very much." Laura said hesitantly.

Her slight hesitation naturally did not escape Sheriff Chandler's eyes, and he immediately said: "You have nothing to hide! Tell me!"

Laura couldn't help shaking: "I...I really don't know..." She waved her hands in a panic.

Seeing Laura like this, Sheriff Chandler's eyes lit up, and he continued to chase after him: "Laura, you'd better not lie to me, your father owed so much gambling debt, you said I How should we deal with him?"

Laura's flustered eyes immediately shed tears: "Oh, Mr. Sheriff, please don't do this to my father, he...he..."

"Then tell me the truth!" Sheriff Chandler didn't relax at all.

Laura couldn't hold back a deep sob: "Oh, I can't... I'm going to lose my job..."

At this time, Sheriff Chandler began to be persuasive: "Oh, good girl, you don't need to worry about this matter. Only I know about this matter. I will not tell anyone that you said it. Don't worry."

Laura finally stopped her loud sobbing and began to cry. Sergeant Chandler became impatient, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Laura, and said in a low voice, "Okay, wipe your tears." , you can leave after you finish speaking."

Laura took the handkerchief and blew her nose loudly, causing Sergeant Chandler to frown.

"I... I've seen it before." She looked at Sheriff Chandler timidly, "I saw Mrs. Lawrence quarreling with Master John, and Mrs. Lawrence beat Master John... that's all I know, I've said it all, Mr. Sheriff, please don't embarrass my father!"

Sheriff Chandler almost jumped up excitedly: "Really? When did it happen? Why?"

Laura didn't understand the sheriff's excitement, so she said again: "Yes...it was a few days ago, because I don't know anything, but Mrs. Lawrence was very angry and said that she wanted to sever ties with Master John..."