Chapter 4 4. Sing a Sixpence Song

Edward.Sir Palliser, a Crown Counsel, lives at 9 Queen Anna Lane.Queen Anna's Lane is a cul-de-sac, located in the heart of the aristocratic residential area of ​​Westminster, where it still retains a quiet, quaint atmosphere away from the hustle and bustle of the twentieth century.This suits Edward.Sir Palliser's Taste. Sir Edward was one of the most eminent criminal court lawyers.Now that he is no longer practicing law, he amuses himself by collecting a large collection of books on criminology.In addition, he is the author of "Memoirs of Notable Prisoners". That evening, Sir Edward was sitting by the fireplace in the library, sipping refreshing coffee, while shaking his head at a book written by the famous Italian criminologist Lambetho.These theories of genius are now completely obsolete.

The door opened almost silently, and a well-trained manservant came over from the thick velvet carpet, and whispered cautiously: A young lady wants to see you, sir. young lady? Sir Edward was surprised, it was a bit unusual, but he thought again, this must be his niece Esther but it shouldn't be, if it was, Amu would have said so just now. he asked cautiously. Didn't the lady give her name? No, sir, but she said she was sure you would like to see her. bring her in.Edward.Sir Palliser said.This statement aroused his strong interest. A tall, dark-skinned girl in her late thirties came in.She was wearing a black dress that was cut to the touch and a little black hat on her head.She came up to Sir Edward, and held out a hand to him.The expression on her face seemed to be eager to recognize each other.Amu backed out and closed the door without a sound.

Sir Edward, you do know me, don't you?I'm Madeleine.Vaughn. oh of course.He enthusiastically shook the extended hand. He fully remembered now.The return trip from America aboard the Silurik!This lovely child was not much older than a small child at the time.He remembered courting her once, with a deliberate, sophisticated air.She was in her prime then, and so eager, so full of admiration and hero-worship, that she captured a man in his late sixties, thinking of it, and he shook hands very affectionately. It's great to see you. Please take a seat. He invited her to sit in an armchair, and talked calmly, while he wondered why she had come.When he finally finished the light chat, there was a moment of silence between the two sides.

She clenched and loosened her hand on the armchair, licking her lips.Suddenly, she spoke abruptly. Sir Edward, I hope you will help me. Surprised, he asked mechanically: What's up? Next, she said in a more emphatic tone: You said if I needed help, if there was anything in the world you could do for me, you would. Yes, he did say that.That's what a person does say, especially during a breakup.He remembers the stammering of his voice as he held her hand to his lips and said: If there's anything I can do anytime remember, I'll do it Yes, anyone can say that but one's words rarely have to be acted on!And how many years have passed?Nine or ten years later.He glanced at her quickly. She was still a very beautiful woman, but to him she had lost the pure, fresh youthfulness of her charm.Now this face may look different to young people, but Sir Edward could not summon the enthusiasm and emotion at the end of that Atlantic voyage back then.

His expression became solemn and cautious.He said in a slightly sharp tone: Of course, my dear young lady.I'm happy to do what I can, though I doubt I'll be of much use at my age. If he was preparing a retreat for himself, she didn't notice it.She was one of those people who only focused on one thing at a time, and at this moment, all she saw was her own request.She took it for granted that Sir Edward would be happy to help her. We are in dire trouble, Sir Edward. us?you are married? No, I mean me and my brother.oh!Furthermore, there was William and Emily.But I have to explain.I have an aunt Lily.Miss Quibtree, you may have read in the papers that things were bad and she was killed as murder.

ah!A look of interest lit up Sir Edward's face.About a month ago, yes? The woman nods. Maybe even shorter was three weeks ago. Yes, I remembered.She was slammed on the head in her home and the killer is still at large. Madeleine.Vaughn nodded again. The cops didn't catch the killer, and I don't think they ever will, you know, maybe there's no one at all. What's the meaning? Yes, it really sucks.There has not been any comment in the newspapers on this matter.That's exactly how the police see it, though.They knew that no outsiders entered the house that night. you mean

One of the four of us, it must be.The police don't know which one, and we ourselves don't know that we don't know.We sat at home every day, watching each other secretly, full of doubts.Oh, it would be nice if it was an outsider!but i don't know how it's possible Sir Edward stared at her, feeling interested. Do you suspect a member of the family? Yes, that's exactly what I was trying to say.Of course, the police didn't say that.They are polite and kind.However, they searched the house and questioned all of us, and Martha was questioned and questioned over and over because they didn't know which one, so they couldn't be sure.I'm scared, very scared

dear child.Come on, you must be exaggerating. I didn't, it was one of the four of us, it must be. Which four are you referring to? Madeleine sat up straight with a calmer tone. There was me, Aunt Matthew Lily who was my grandmother's older sister and we lived with her from the age of fourteen (you know, me and Matthew were twins), and there was William.Quibtree, her nephew and her brother's son, lived there with his wife, Emily. She supports them? More or less.He had some money himself, but he was not physically strong, so he had to stay at home.He was one of those quiet, dreamy types.I daresay he couldn't possibly, it's too scary even for me to think so!

However, I still don't understand the situation in front of me at all.Maybe, you wouldn't mind briefly stating the facts if it doesn't break your heart too much. oh!Yes, I would like to tell you.I still remember this incident very clearly.You know, after we had tea in the afternoon, we split up to go about our own business.I was sewing a lady's dress; Matthew was typing an article; he usually wrote some news; William was getting his stamps; Lying in bed.So, we are all busy in our own way.When Martha went into the room at seven-thirty to set dinner, she found Aunt Lily lying there dead.Oh her head!It was horrible the whole thing was smashed up.

I thought, the murder weapon was found? Yes, it was a heavy paperweight that was usually placed on the table by the door.The police were looking for fingerprints on it, but there were none.It has been erased. What was your first thought? Of course, we thought it was done by thieves.Several drawers of the desk were pulled open, as if a thief was looking for something.Of course, we thought it was a thief!Then the police came, and they said she had been dead for at least an hour, and they asked Martha who had entered the room, and she replied that no one had.However, all the windows were bolted from the inside, and it seemed that nothing in the room had been touched.Then the police started questioning us

She stopped, her chest heaving and falling.Her fearful and pleading eyes sought promise from Sir Edward's eyes. Tell me, who will benefit after your aunt dies? It's very simple, the four of us benefit equally, and she divides the property between the four of us equally. How much is her personal property worth? The solicitor told us there was about £80,000 after inheritance tax. Sir Edward's eyes widened in mild surprise. This amount is not small.I think, before this happened, you knew the total property of your aunt? Madeleine shook her head. No, I was surprised when I heard the amount, Aunt Lily was always very careful about money, she had only one servant, and always said to be thrifty. Sir Edward nodded thoughtfully.Madeleine sat in a chair and leaned forward slightly. You will help me, won't you? Just as Sir Edward was beginning to take an interest in the story itself, she startled him. Dear young lady, what can I do?If you want a good legal advisor I can give you the name She cut him off. oh!This is not what I want!I want your personal assistance as a friend. you're a lovely person, but I want you to come to our home, and I want you to ask questions, see it for yourself, and make a judgment call. But dear young Remember, you promised.Anywhere, anytime you say, if I need help She looked at him earnestly and confidently.He was ashamed, he was inexplicably moved.Her sincerity from the heart, her firm belief in casual promises, ten years later, are still regarded as sacred and binding things.It's almost a cliché that there are not many men who haven't said it!But few have been asked to deliver on such promises. He said weakly: I'm sure there are many people who could give you better advice than I can. Of course, I have many friends. (he's amused by her innocent confidence) But you see, none of them are really smart.Unlike you, you are used to grilling people.And, if you're experienced, you'll know it. what do you know? Are they innocent or guilty? He smiled self-deprecatingly.On the whole, he had often been convinced that his own views were correct, although his personal views had often disagreed with that of the jury. Nervously, Madeleine pushed back the hat on her forehead.She looked around the room and said: It's so quiet here.Sometimes, don't you crave some noise? dead end!The words she had uttered offhandedly had touched him sorely.A dead end, yes, but there is always a way out. The way you came, your way back into the world. The inner impulse and youthful vitality disturbed him.Her simple trust touched the good side of his temperament, and her predicament touched something else like the inner criminologist.He wanted to meet the people she mentioned, and he wanted to judge for himself. He said: If you're sure I can help listen, I can't promise anything. He expected her to be overjoyed, but she was calm. I know you will.I have always regarded you as a true friend, can you come back with me now? No.I think the result would be more satisfying if tomorrow passed.Can you give me the name and address of Miss Quibtree's lawyer?I want to ask him a few questions. She wrote it with a pen and handed it to him.Then she stood up and said rather shyly: I can't thank you enough.goodbye. What is your home address? What a fool I am, my address is 18 Palatine Street, Chelsea. At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Edward.Sir Palliser walked gravely towards 18 Palatine Street.Before, he had done several things.In the morning he had just been to Scotland Yard, where the Assistant Commissioner was an old friend of his.In addition, he met with the lawyer of the late Miss Quibtree.Therefore, he has a clearer understanding of the situation.Miss Quibtree had an unusual arrangement of money.She never used a cheque-book, on the contrary she was in the habit of writing to her solicitor asking him to prepare a certain amount of five-pound notes, almost always the same amount: three hundred pounds at a time, four times a year.She always came to get the money herself in a four-wheeled carriage, which she considered the only safe means of transportation.The rest of the time, she never leaves the house. Sir Edward had learned from Scotland Yard that the money matters in the case had been thoroughly investigated.At that time, it was almost time for Miss Quebecui to withdraw the money.It was supposed that she had spent, or nearly spent, the previous three hundred pounds.But it is precisely this that is difficult to determine.By checking household expenses, the police immediately discovered that Miss Quibtree's expenses were well below three hundred pounds a season.On the other hand, she was in the habit of giving five-pound notes to needy friends and relatives.Was there a lot of money in the house when she died, or almost no money?This point is worth exploring in depth.Not even a penny was found in the house. It was this question that was on Sir Edward's mind as he approached the Palatine Street. The door opened, and a tall old woman walked out, staring at him warily.He was ushered into a spacious double room on the left side of the corridor.It was in this room that Mademoiselle Madeleine came to see him.More clearly than before, he saw the nervousness on her face. You want me to ask questions, here I come.Sir Edward said he had a smile on his face when he shook hands.First of all, I want to know, who last saw your aunt and what time exactly? It was five o'clock after tea.Martha was the last to see her, and she paid the bill that afternoon, then helped Aunt Lily get back the change and the ledger. Do you trust Martha? Oh, absolute trust.She followed Aunt Lily!Thirty years I think.She has always been honest.Sir Edward nodded. Another question, why does Emily take painkillers? Oh, because she was having a headache. Of course, but could there be some other particular reason for her headache? ︱ Oh yes, in a sense it is.It was a bit of a bummer at lunch that day, and Emily was naturally excitable and nervous.She sometimes quarrels with Aunt Lily. Did they fight at lunch? Yes.Aunt Lily is prone to get angry over trivial matters, and always loves to make a fuss about nothing, and then she will fight with her tongue.Emily would babble about things she wouldn't really mean about how she was leaving here and never coming back;Aunt Lily said Emily and her husband had better pack up and leave early.But in fact, these words are not taken seriously at all. Because Mr. and Mrs. Kuibutui simply don't have the ability to pack their bags and leave here? Oh, not only that, William liked Aunt Lily, he did. Didn't they just quarrel several times in one day? Madeleine blushed. are you talking about me?Arguments about my wanting to be a fashion model? Your aunt disagrees? Yes. Why do you want to be a fashion model, Miss Madeleine?Do you find that life attractive? No, it's just that doing anything is better than living here with nothing to do. Um.So, now you have a decent income? oh!Yes, things are very different now. She admits this with the utmost simplicity. He smiled and did not continue the topic.Instead, he asked: Where is your brother?Did he quarrel with someone too? Matthew?Oh no. Then no one could say what motive he had for getting rid of his aunt who got in the way. Then he noticed a trace of frustration flitting across her face. I forgot, he asked casually, he's in a lot of debt, isn't he? Yes, poor Matthew.However, everything is fine now. Yes, she exhaled.Now you can breathe a sigh of relief. She still didn't hear what was behind the words!He hastily changed the subject. Mr. and Mrs. Quibtree, and your brother, are they at home now? Yes, I told them you were coming and they were all eager to help.Oh, Sir Edward, I have a feeling for some reason that maybe you won't find anything out of the ordinary and maybe we have nothing to do with the murder, after all, the murderer was someone other than the family. I may be able to find out the truth, but I'm not going to work miracles and make the truth what you want it to be. Can't you?I think you can do anything. She leaves the room.He wondered uneasily: what did she mean by that?Does she want me to offer some kind of defense?For whom? At this time, a man in his fifties walked in and interrupted his train of thought.He was born with a strong physique, but his back was a little stooped.He was disheveled and disheveled, and looked kindly, though dazed. It's Edward.Sir Palliser?Oh hello, Madeleine asked me to come.You want to help us, and I bet you must be a good guy, although I don't think there's going to be anything after all, I mean, they can't catch the guy. So, do you think it's thieves and outsiders or something? Oh, it must be so, it can't be the family.Today's thieves are very cunning, they are as good at climbing as cats, and they can get in and out as easily. Mr. Quibtree, where were you when the tragedy happened? I'm working on my stamps, upstairs in the little parlor. Did you hear nothing? No.But then again, I can't hear anything when I'm fully focused.How stupid of me, but that's the way it is. Is the living room you speak of above this room? No, in the back. The door opened again.A short blonde woman walks in, her hands twitching nervously and looking restless. William, why didn't you wait for me?I told you to wait. Sorry honey, I forgot.Edward.Sir Palliser This is my wife. Hello, Mrs. Quibtree.Hope you don't mind me coming here to ask a few questions.I know you are all anxious to clear this up. certainly.But I have nothing to say can I, William?I was asleep, lying on my bed, and I didn't wake up until Martha screamed. Her hands were still twitching.Mrs. Quibtree, where is your room? Just above this room.But I didn't hear anything, how could I hear it?I am asleep. Other than that, he couldn't get any more information from her.She knew nothing and heard nothing because she had been sleeping.She repeated it with the paranoia of a frightened woman, yet Sir Edward knew that being frightened was very likely the truth. He finally found an excuse to get away, saying he wanted to ask Martha some questions.William.Quibtree offered to take him to the kitchen.In the hall Sir Edward almost bumped into a tall, dark young man who was hurrying towards the front door. It's Matthew.Vaughan? Yes.But look, I don't have time, I have an appointment. Matthew!His sister's voice came from upstairs.oh!Matthew, you promised yes sister.But not now, I have to meet someone.And, anyway, what's the use of talking about the damn thing over and over again?We've had enough of talking to the police, I'm sick of these things. The door slammed shut.Matthew.Vaughan is gone. Sir Edward was shown into the kitchen.Martha is ironing.She stopped what she was doing, still clutching the iron.Sir Edward closed the door behind him. Miss Vaughn asked me to do her a favor, he said, hoping you would have no objection to answering a few questions for me. She looked at him, then shook her head. They didn't do it, sir.I know what you're thinking, but that's not the case at all.They are the nicest gentlemen and ladies I have ever met. I don't doubt that.But, you know, it's not proof that they're good. Maybe not, sir.The law is ridiculous.But we do have evidence as you say, sir.If any of them did something, I couldn't be unaware. but you really I know what I'm talking about, sir, hey, listen to that That one refers to the creaking sound coming from their heads. Stairs, sir.The stairs creaked no matter how quietly you walked when someone was going up or down.Mrs. Quibtree was lying in bed, Mr. Quibtree was turning over his poor postage stamps, and Miss Madeleine was upstairs at her sewing machine.If one of the three had come downstairs, I should have known then.But they didn't! The assurance with which she spoke struck the lawyer.He thought: An excellent witness, her words carry weight. However, you may not have noticed. no i will.Suffice it to say, even if I don't want to, I'll notice.Like when the door closes and someone goes out, you're sure to notice. Sir Edward changed the question. Maybe you can prove the absence of three people, but there is a fourth person.At that time, Matthew.Is Mr. Vaughn upstairs too? No, but he was in the small room downstairs, next door.He was typing.From here you can clearly hear his typewriter not stopping for a moment, sir, I could swear it.It was that annoying, annoying clicking, clicking, typing sound. Sir Edward paused for a moment. You found the victim, didn't you? Yes, sir, it is me.There was blood in her poor hair, lying there.We heard nothing because of the crackling of Mr. Matthew's typewriter. Are you sure no one walked into her room? Sir, how could they come into her room without me knowing?The doorbell here will ring, and there's only one door. He stared at her face.Do you like Miss Quibtree? There was a real and palpable flush on her face. Yes, I do like her very much, sir.As for Miss Quibtree, I'm getting old anyway, and I don't mind bringing it up now.When I was a girl, sir, I got into trouble, and Miss Quibtree protected me and put me back in her service, and she handled it till the trouble was over.I could die for her, I really would. Sir Edward heard the sincerity in it.Martha is sincere. As far as you know, no one approached the door? There is no way anyone has been here. I mean as far as you know.But if Miss Quibtree was waiting for someone and opened the door for him herself oh!Martha looked taken aback. I thought, is this possible?asked Sir Edward insinuatingly. It's possible, yes, but probably unlikely, I mean She was visibly shocked.Although she cannot deny it, she does want to.Why?Because she knows something else?One of the four members of the family was guilty, and was Martha protecting the guilty party?Did the stairs creak at that time?Had someone sneaked downstairs and Martha knew who it was? She herself was honest and reliable, and Sir Edward was sure of it. He looked at her, still insisting on his own opinion. I think it was possible for Miss Quibtree to do that, the window of the room looked out on to the street.She could see the person she was waiting for through the window, and walk to the foyer to let that man or woman in.She even hoped that no one else would see this man. Martha looked distraught.Finally, she reluctantly said: Yes, sir, perhaps you are right.It never occurred to me that she might be waiting for a gentleman, and yes, it is possible. She seems to be beginning to accept this assumption. You were the last to see her, weren't you? Yes, sir.After I had packed my tea, I handed her the receipt and the remaining change. Did she hand you a five pound note? There was only a five pound note, and Martha's voice was shocked.The amount on the receipt was never higher than five pounds, and I was always cautious. Where does she keep her money? I don't know very well, sir.As far as I can tell, she carried them all with her, in her black velvet handbag.But of course she might as well have put the money in a drawer in her bedroom and locked it.She always likes to lock things up, even though she always loses the key. Sir Edward nodded. Do you know how much money she has? I mean, how many five-pound notes? No, sir, I cannot say the exact number. And she never mentioned anything to you, can you think she is waiting for someone? no sir. Are you very sure what exactly she said? Oh, Martha thought about it, and she said the butchers were rogues and crooks, and that I bought a quarter pound more tea, and she said it was sheer nonsense that Mrs Quibtree didn't like margarine, and that She didn't like one of the sixpence pieces I got back for her. It was a new piece with oak leaves on it and she said it didn't work, and I had a hard time getting her to accept it.And she said, oh, she said the fishmonger had haddock, not whiting, and asked me if I had made it clear to the fishmonger, and I said yes, really, and that's all I suppose, sir. Martha's words made the image of the dead come to Sir Edward's eyes so clearly that even the most detailed description could not be so vivid.He asked casually: She's not an easy hostess, eh? A little picky.But, poor thing, she didn't go out very often, she shut herself up at home, and had to find something to amuse herself.Although my sister-in-law is very picky, she has a good heart, and none of the beggars who came to her door returned empty-handed.She may be picky, but she is truly a loving lady. I'm glad, Martha, that she was missed after she passed. The old servant held his breath. You mean oh, but they all like her, it's true, deep down.Although they quarreled with her from time to time, it didn't mean anything. Sir Edward looked up.There was a creaking sound on the roof. It was Madeleine Madeleine going downstairs. how do you know?He suddenly asked her a question. The old woman blushed. I can hear her footsteps.she murmured. Sir Edward hastily left the room.Martha is right.Madeleine had just come down the stairs, and she looked at him expectantly. Little progress has been made so far.Sir Edward said, answering her look, and then he added: Do you know what letters your aunt got on the day she was killed? They are still there.Of course, the police have checked everything. She leads the way, into a large, dual-purpose living room.She unlocked the drawer and took out a large black velvet handbag with an old-fashioned silver clasp. This is my aunt's handbag, and everything here is exactly the same as the day she was killed.I left it as is. Sir Edward thanked her, and dumped the contents of his handbag on the table.It was, he thought, a typical example of a bag that a queer old lady would wear. In the handbag were some leftover silver coins, two small gingerbread cookies, and three copies of Joanna.Southco's lace news clippings, a crooked poem about unemployment, an old Moore's almanac, a large patch of camphor, some pairs of spectacles, and three letters, a slim letter from her signed cousin Lucy, a A bill for repairing the watch, and an appeal document for a charity. Sir Edward examined everything carefully, then repacked the bag, and handed it to Madeleine.Finally, he sighed. Thank you, Miss Madeleine.I'm afraid there's nothing important to tell here. He stood up, indicating that the window had a clear view of the steps to the gate.Then he took Madeleine's hand. are you leavingMadeleine said. Yes. But will all this be all right? People who practice law never jump to conclusions lightly.said Sir Edward solemnly, and took his leave.He was walking down the street, lost in thought.The mystery was in his hands, but he couldn't solve it. It needed something, some little thing, just a direction. A hand tapped him on the shoulder, and he was taken aback.It turned out to be Matthew.Vaughan, he's a little out of breath. I've been after you, Sir Edward.I want to apologize to you for my rude behavior half an hour ago.However, I'm actually the nicest person in the world.It's great of you to ask about this, feel free to ask if I can help Suddenly, Sir Edward straightened his body, and his eyes were fixed not on Matthew, but on the opposite side of the street.Matthew was a little overwhelmed and repeated: If I can help You have done me a favor, my dear young man, said Sir Edward, by stopping me at this special place, and focusing my attention on a matter which I might otherwise have missed. He pointed to a diner across the street. Twenty-Four Thrushes?Matthew asked in confusion. Exactly. It has a weird name, but I think you can always get decent food there. I don't want to take the risk of trying.Sir Edward said, my friend, I left the nursery earlier than you, but I may remember the nursery rhymes from my childhood better.There's a nursery rhyme, if I remember correctly, that goes like this: Sing the Sixpence Song, A Bag Full of Rye. , twenty-four thrushes, baked in pies and so on, the rest is of little importance. He turned sharply. where did you go?Matthew.Vaughan asked. Back to your house, my friend. They walked back silently, Matthew.Vaughn looked at Edward suspiciously. Sir Edward entered the room, strode up to a drawer, produced the velvet bag, and opened it.He looked at Matthew, and the young man left reluctantly. Sir Edward dumped the silver coins on the table.Then, he nodded.He remembered correctly. He stood up, rang the bell, and stuffed something into his hand. Hearing the bell, Martha came in. Tell me, Martha, if I remember correctly, you once had a little quarrel with the late mistress over a sixpence.There are two sixpence coins here, but they are both old fashioned. She stared at him in bewilderment. Do you understand what this means?Someone did come to the room that evening your mistress gave him sixpence I think she gave him sixpence for this He quickly reached forward and pulled out the doggerel about unemployment. With just one look, she understood everything. Game over, Martha Look, I get it.You might as well tell me the whole story. She fell on the chair, tears streaming down her face. Yes, it was true that the doorbell wasn't working properly, I wasn't sure at the time, so I thought I'd better check it out.He was knocking her down when I got to the door.The sight of the roll of five-pound notes on the table in front of her and thinking she was home alone made him do it because she herself had come to open the door for him.I couldn't make a sound, I was paralyzed, when he turned around, I saw that he was my son Oh, he's always been a bad boy.I always give him all my money I can, he's been in jail twice.He must have come to see me, when Miss Quibtree saw that I didn't answer the door, so she opened it herself.Startled, he pulled out a leaflet describing unemployment.The charitable hostess let him in, and drew out the sixpence, while the roll of notes was still on the table as when I gave her the change.Unexpectedly, the devil got on his body, he walked behind her, and knocked her down. Then what?Sir Edward asked. oh sir what can i doMy own flesh and blood.His father is bad, so let him go but he is my own son, I pushed him out of the house, walked back to the kitchen to prepare dinner on time.Do you think I'm very evil, sir?All I can do is try not to lie when you ask me questions. Sir Edward rose. Poor woman, he said emotionally, I am so sorry for you.However, you know, the law has its own discretion. He has fled the country, sir.I don't even know where he is now. Well, maybe he can escape the gallows, but you can't expect him to get away with it forever.Please call Miss Madeleine to see me. When he had recounted the circumstances of the matter, Miss Madeleine said: Oh, Sir Edward, you are very good, very good.You saved us.How can I thank you? Sir Edward leaned over her and smiled and patted her hand. He was a great man at the moment.When the little Madeleine returned from America on the Silurik, she was really charming.Seventeen years old in full bloom of youth is wonderful!Of course, she is no longer young now. He said next time you need a friend. I will go straight to you. No, no, cried Sir Edward alertly, I do not wish you to do this, go to the young man. He shrugged off the grateful family with tact and hailed a taxi.When he fell on the car, he was greatly relieved. Even the seventeen-year-old charm, which is as fresh as morning dew, may not be able to tempt him. This cannot be compared with the huge library of criminology at all. The taxi turned into Queen Anna Alley. His dead end.