marvelous rosaline

23

Jay Gatsby walks the talk.

A few days later, under the envious eyes of all the girls, Rosalin boarded a Ford car specially hired for her, and went straight to West Egg, Long Island.

If Brooklyn in New York City is a representative of the industrial area, where the smoke is lingering and the streets are dim, then entering the rich area is another scene.It was night before, so I didn’t have a chance to appreciate it, but today it’s still bright, the vehicles are driving between mansions one after another, with lush greenery and exquisite gardens, how many millionaires have arranged their homes like a dream, It's like a castle in a fairy tale.

Gatsby's mansion is the best of them all. His house is located on the shore of West Egg, including a quite beautiful beach.Even in the 21st century, such a mansion can be considered luxurious and noble.

Mr. Gatsby had not returned when Rosalind arrived.

He kept his promises: a secluded guest room, a chauffeur, and a dedicated phone line to Rosalind's room.

The master is not at home, and the huge mansion is empty.

The long corridors are full of ancient paintings, how many antiques are on display.Rosalin walked through it, and the empty rooms were tidied up, but there was no sign of anyone staying there.Rosalin walked around the mansion, and she could see many places at a glance: the owner, Mr. Gatsby, had never been here before.

Finally Rosalind stops in Gatsby's enormous study.

It is not so much a "study room" as a small library.The bookshelves as high as the roof were full of beautiful things, and Rosalin even saw many antique books that were taken out enough to amaze the pedants.

She decided to spend time here.

So when Mr. Gatsby returned home, he found Rosalind in the study.

As soon as he pushed open the heavy door, a poetic picture came into view.A slender, tall young girl was sitting by the high window of the study, her long legs curled up, and the knee-length dress covered the curve of her elegant calf.Spread out on her lap was a heavy book, the sound of the door opening sounded, she raised her head and closed the book.

The writing on the spine is in French.

"Bonsoir, monsieur (good night, sir)," Rosalin looked over with clear green eyes, "do you come back so late every day?"

"Occasionally."

Gatsby said, "I'm glad my study pleases you, Rosalind."

Rosalin looked up at the rich collection of books around her: "I really want to know, have you read these books?"

Gatsby's sea blue eyes were full of frankness: "No."

Rosalind: "..."

He is honest.

Presumably, Gatsby himself said that he knew his mother before she died, and that was at least 20 years ago.

Jay Gatsby 20 years ago should have been a poor boy from a farmer's family.There was absolutely no need for him to put up the family inheritance and Oxford graduate rhetoric in front of Rosalin.

"I hope my collection of books, which I've spent so much money on, won't show me," said Gatsby.

"You mean books like "Minutes of Livestock Breeding" written 100 years ago?" Rosalin raised the French book in her hand: "Not necessarily. Maybe someone will think that your 'family' has extensive knowledge because of this."

Although Rosalin wanted to comfort the other party from the bottom of her heart, it sounded somewhat mocking.Gatsby was taken aback by her words, and then Lang laughed.

"Then I should be glad that most of the people who came to the banquet were speculators and illiterates." Gatsby's laughter echoed in the study: "No one has discovered this 'treasure' except you. Thank you for your unexpected discovery , Rosalind."

"You're welcome."

Rosalin also quickly raised the corners of her lips.

She likes the way he smiles.It has nothing to do with feelings, it's just that Gatsby has a smiling lip, and he looks very good when he smiles.

When the polite smile turned into a real smile, it seemed that the sun in the sky did not fall into the horizon that day, but was stolen by him into his mansion, making the environment in the study room warmer.

No wonder it is said in the original book that his smile will make people trust, as if he regards you as the most important thing.

"Seeing that you are adapting well, I am relieved."

After Gatsby laughed, the atmosphere in the study changed.As his mood changed, Rosalin was keenly aware that between the pages of the book and the scent of the ink, the stench of the man's corpse gradually faded away.Gone was his soldier-ready appearance, replaced by a relaxed posture, which intensified the rich apple brandy aroma.

The man said: "I'm sorry to ask you to be wronged here for a few days. I have already stated to the Williams couple that the crew members are prohibited from spreading this matter, so as not to damage your reputation."

Rosalind didn't care.

Prohibition of rumors, can you also prohibit others from discussing in private?

"It's you." Rosalin said bluntly, "Aren't you afraid of being misunderstood by your sweetheart?"

Gatsby reacted as if Rosalin had slapped him on the spot.

The man froze in place, a look of panic appeared on his handsome face.His blue eyes flickered, and the smile that had just appeared disappeared in an instant.Gatsby's expression can almost be called embarrassed and conflicted: "I... don't have any sweetheart."

Not so much.

His appearance doesn't look like he's been told what's on his mind, but rather like he's been told about a criminal offense.

However, Rosalin didn't care.

"Oh."

She put down the book in her hand: "I have lived in your house now, can you confess to me?"

Gatsby secretly heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't want to have an in-depth conversation with Rosalind about his past.He nodded happily, and opened the door of the study: "Why don't we talk while eating?"

As a host, Mr. Gatsby never treats his guests badly.

There were only two occupants in the empty mansion, so he didn't choose to entertain Rosalin at the long table in the restaurant, it was too spacious.The servants moved the square-inch table to the open-air garden, reflecting the moonlight, lighting candles, turning the head to see the sparkling water, and the scenery of East Egg on Long Island can be vaguely seen.

The quiet atmosphere and delicious food made Rosalin, who had been busy with the case, feel better.

"I don't know what you like to eat, so I asked the kitchen to make standard French food."

Gatsby pulled out a chair for Rosalin himself: "I hope you don't dislike her."

Rosalin sat down generously: "It shouldn't be, you obviously investigated me so much."

Gatsby:"……"

The man understood immediately.He unbuttoned his suit and sat opposite him: "No wonder. You were not the only one attending the banquet that day."

Thiago stole all the newspaper clippings he had collected, and Gatsby of course noticed.

"That's too dangerous, Rosalind." Recalling the scene of her suddenly "throwing herself into her arms" at the banquet and jumping directly from the second floor, Gatsby disagreed, "What if I get hurt?"

Again.

He really regards himself as an elder!Very wide tube.

Rosalin muttered in her heart, and she didn't back down: "You investigate me privately, and I stole the documents you investigated, so it's even."

Gatsby: "What if I have malicious intentions against you?"

Rosalind: "I almost died at your banquet, sir."

Gatsby:"……"

Rosalind was referring to the attempted poisoning by Miss Dirkson.

Sure enough, when she said this, Gatsby's blue eyes were covered with a faint haze.

But the person involved smiled.

"Shouldn't you give me an explanation?" Roseline asked with a smile.

"Annecy and I are not friends, we are just acquaintances."

"That's not what I want to ask."

Rosalin took out the folded napkin and wiped her hands slowly.Her green eyes were sharper in the glowing firelight.

"What I want to ask," she said, "is why you are doing anything for Professor James Moriarty, Mr. Gatsby?"

Mr. Holmes said that Professor Moriarty intervened in the theater to fight the fascist government for the Leonardo manuscript.As far as Rosalin knew, apart from the Bill Brothers Investment Company, only Jay Gatsby invested [-] dollars in the Times Theater, so that the theater could avoid the end of being acquired.

Then it is logical to draw the conclusion that Gatsby is working for Professor Moriarty.

There was a dead silence at the table.

It was not until the servant brought the appetizer that Gatsby broke the silence.

"You have already investigated here." He said: "Then Rosalin, do you know the value of Da Vinci's manuscript?"

"The value is high enough that the Napoleons of crime and the fascist governments are up for grabs," says Rosalind.

"What is recorded in the manuscript is a weapon."

Gatsby said solemnly: "It is said that it is so powerful that it can even change the pattern of wars in the world. If any country has this manuscript, that country can dominate the ever-changing international situation."

Rosalind: "..."

Too much bullshit!

Forgive Rosalind for not being serious, what Gatsby said was really inexplicable to her.

In the early [-]th century, global science and technology advanced rapidly. What weapon is powerful enough to allow a government to dominate?All Rosalin could think of was nuclear technology.However, is there any need to grab the manuscript? After more than ten years, the atomic bomb will be used in actual combat!

"My grievance with Ms. Poirot is very simple, Rosalind. She helped me when I was young. I was only ten years old at that time. Without her help, I would not be what I am now. Ms. Poirot's request The payoff is that someday her kid will come to New York and I'll be treated like a real brother."

"Her child?"

Rosalin was stunned: "Mom at that time..."

Gatsby: "Yes, Ms. Poirot was pregnant when I met her."

Rosalin was speechless for a moment.

"So please forgive me for investigating you privately, Rosalind. But I promised your mother that I must at least know your name, what you look like, and where you live." Gatsby explained with a bit of apology .

"Then what does that have to do with your participation in this matter?"

"By chance, I got to know Professor Moriarty. Knowing that I had been favored by Ms. Poirot, he entrusted me to intervene in the crisis of the Times Theater and obtain this manuscript for him." Gatsby Choose to speak bluntly with Rosalin: "I don't think there is any problem with this, Rosalind. The desire for war brewing by the Mussolini government is clearly revealed. Instead of letting the manuscript fall into the hands of the fascist government, it is better to hand it over to Mussolini." Professor Riati."

"Aren't you afraid that he will use it to do more dangerous things?"

"Which do you choose, known danger or unknown danger?" asked Gatsby.

This is true.

This manuscript originally belonged to Moriarty. Although he didn't know what he wanted to do with the manuscript, everyone knew that the fascists wanted to start a war.

So Jay Gatsby is frank, and he still feels that he is doing good things.

"I have no right to prevent you from taking back the relics of your biological mother."

Gatsby's tone softened: "But as I said, Rosalind. Since Anansi can be your friend, so can I. Compared to him, I will at least confess to you."

This is true.

"How about cooperating with me?" Gatsby suggested: "The manuscript can be copied, and I only need one copy."

This coincides with Ananxi's proposal.

but……

Rosalin tilted her head: "Then the question is, why did this manuscript fall into the hands of the Williams and his wife?"

To be precise, it was in the hands of Miranda Williams. She even knew that her mother's account was being paid regularly.Such an important thing was not sent to Hercule Poirot with the estate after death, but was kept by a play producer.

No matter how you think about it, there is a problem.

"Rosalind."

Gatsby said earnestly: "Only you can freely enter and leave the theater."

That's what it means to pin your hopes on her.

Rosalin thought carefully: "Earlier Miranda said that there was a party in a nightclub that she wanted me to attend, but she didn't force it. There are many tycoons and celebrities in the industry..."

Gatsby: "A nightclub?"

Rosalind: "Big Times Nightclub."

Gatsby's expression changed suddenly: "No! That's the territory of the Italian gangsters."

Rosalind: "Otherwise how can I investigate?"

Gatsby, who was sitting opposite, frowned again.

Under the dim candlelight, his light blue eyes were almost deep.The man looked at Rosalin carefully for a long time with these eyes, and then made up his mind: "I am an investor, and I can accompany you as a male companion."

Rosalind: "..."

Gatsby: "You're wearing trousers like last time... well, like last dinner party."

Rosalind: "..."

He is so annoying!