Chapter 12 12 secret talk

I don't want to make a long story.Let me briefly explain why I got involved in this matter.I have occasionally worked as a secret adviser to the Home Office and have continued contact with certain agencies.These institutions provide food and housing for criminals who have been convicted of crimes, and the time they stay in it can be said to depend on Her Majesty's pleasure on the one hand, and of course, sometimes it is also formulated according to age.If they are underage, those people have to be sent to certain specific detention centers.I believe you must understand these. Yes, I understand exactly what you mean.

Usually not long after a crime has been committed, I am called in for a counseling session to judge the feasibility of treatment, the effect of treatment, etc.There are many technical terms, but none of them have much meaning, so I won't go into details.However, some heads of such institutions occasionally come to me for some special reasons.This time I got involved in the matter because I received a letter from a ministry, which was forwarded to me by the Ministry of the Interior.I went to see the head of the institution, who was, in fact, the director in charge of these inmates, patients, or whatever you want to call them.He's sort of a friend of mine, the kind that I've had for years but not very close.I went to his unit to find him, and the chief told me his difficult problem.These problems concern one of his personal offenders.He was not satisfied with the man's verdict and felt a little suspicious.The perpetrator was a young man, who was actually a child when he was sent in, and it has been several years since he was sent in.When the current supervisor transferred to the unit (he wasn't there when the prisoners first arrived), he became concerned, not because he was an expert but because he had experience with pathological crimes and prisoners.To put it simply, this is a child who has been lawless since he was a child. You can call him what you want, little rascal, little villain, little rascal, irresponsible guy.Some adjectives are apt, others are not, and others leave you wondering.He was a typical criminal, there was no doubt about that.He joined gangs, beat people, became a thief, embezzled other people's money, participated in fraudulent syndicates, and planned several frauds.In fact, anyone with such a son would be hopeless.

Oh, I see, said Miss Marple. What do you understand, Miss Marple? I understand you're talking about Mr. Rafael's son. you're right.I am speaking of Mr. Rafael's son.How much do you know about him? I know nothing about him, said Miss Marple.All I heard was that just yesterday Mr. Raphael had a son who was bad, or to put it mildly, a son who didn't make it, a son who had a criminal record.I know very little about him.Is he Mr. Rafael's only son? Yes, he is Mr. Raphael's only son.But Mr. Raphael had two daughters, one of whom died at the age of fourteen. The eldest was happily married, but had no children.

His situation was unfortunate. Maybe, said Professor Wang Sitai.Who knows?His wife died young and I think he was heartbroken over her death, although he never showed it.And whether he cares about his children, I don't know.He supported them, tried his best to fulfill his father's responsibilities, and provided the best environment for his son, but no one knew how he felt.He is not a person who can see through at a glance.I think his whole life and interest was in making money and running a business.Like all rich men, what interests him is not the money in his hand, but how it gets into his pocket.You can say that he is like a loyal money slave, using various unexpected and fun ways to earn more money.He is obsessed with financial management, loves financial management, and rarely thinks about other things.

I think he's done the best he can with his son.His son got into trouble at school, and he excused him; his son got into a lawsuit, and he hired the best lawyer to rescue him.However, the final blow came, and perhaps the early incidents were the clues.The teenager was sent to court for allegedly attempting to rape a teenage girl, for which he was sentenced to prison.The sentence was lenient because of his young age.But then a second, very serious indictment fell upon him. He killed a girl, said Miss Marple.Yeah?I heard so. He lured a girl away from home, and it was a while before her body was found.She had been strangled, and probably to prevent her from being recognized, her face and head had been smashed beyond recognition by some heavy rock or boulder.

What a crime, Miss Marple said, looking like an old lady. Professor Wang Sidai looked at her for a while. Do you really think so? That's how it seems to me, said Miss Marple.I don't like that kind of thing, never did.If you expect me to sympathize with him, to attribute his crimes to an unhappy childhood, to condemn his harsh surroundings; if you expect me to sigh and cry for you young murderer, it is impossible.I don't like bad people who do bad things. I'm glad to hear that, said Professor Wang Sidai.You simply won't believe what kind of suffering I have suffered in the process of practicing!When those people mentioned the past, they burst into tears and gritted their teeth, blaming the past for everything.If they knew that despite the harsh environment, despite the harshness of life, they have the ability to get out of the mud, they would not always think so extreme.Misfits from society are worthy of sympathy.That's right, if it's caused by natural genes, even they can't control it, then it is indeed worthy of sympathy.For the same reason, I also sympathize with epilepsy patients.if you know the gene is

I know a little, Miss Marple said.This is common knowledge today, although I have no real biochemical or professional knowledge. The experienced executive told me all the reasons why he was so eager to know my diagnosis.He found out from his experience that this criminal was very special. To put it bluntly, the child was not like a murderer.He thought that he was not the kind of person who would kill, he was completely different from the countless murderers he had seen.He believed that the child was born with a tendency to commit crimes, and no matter what treatment he received, he would not be able to change his mind and change his mind.It is obviously not feasible to reason with him with words, but he also feels more and more that the judgment he has received is wrong.He couldn't believe that the boy killed the girl, strangled her first, disfigured her face, and then threw her body into the ditch.He couldn't convince himself.He consulted all the records of the case, and everything seemed to be well documented.The boy knew the girl; they had been seen together on several occasions before the crime, and presumably they had shared the same bed.On the other night, someone saw his car near the murder scene, and even he himself was identified.All of these things show that this is a very fair judgment.But my friend was not satisfied.He is a person with a very sense of justice and hopes to hear different opinions.In fact, what he wanted to hear was not what the police said, but professional medical opinion.He said that was my field, but in fact it was my whole life.He asked me to meet this young man, talk to him, make a professional assessment of him, and give him my opinion.

That's very interesting, said Miss Marple.Indeed, really interesting.Your friend, I mean the executive, is not only experienced, but also has a sense of justice, the kind of person you would listen to.In my opinion, you should have done as he said. That's right, said Professor Wang Sitai.I am deeply interested.I went to meet the young man and approached him in many different ways.I chatted with him about possible changes to the law; I told him I might bring in an official lawyer to see what would work in his favour, things like that.I act like a friend and an enemy so that I can see how he reacts to different attitudes.I also gave him many of the now common physiological tests.I won't talk about those, because those experiments belong to the purely professional category.

What conclusion did you come to in the end? In my opinion, Professor Wang Sidai said.I think my friend is probably right.I don't think Mike.Rafael would kill. What about the previous case? The case was of course against him.This was not the opinion of the jury, since the jury had not heard of the case before the judge concluded, so the judge must have convicted him in his mind.The case wasn't against him, but I did my own research afterwards, and he coerced the girl, presumably raped her, but as far as I can see, he didn't intend to strangle her.I had seen many cases before this case went to trial, and this case does not seem to me to be a definitive rape case.Don't forget, girls today are much more willing to be raped than they used to be, and it's their mothers who force them to call it rape.That girl actually has several boyfriends, all of whom have a super-friendship relationship with her.I don't think that's enough evidence to charge him.As for the actual murder, that's right, it was definitely a murder. None of the tests I've done, physical, psychological, psychiatric, fit the crime.

what do you do then I wrote to Mr. Rafael and told him that I wanted to meet with him to discuss something about his son.I went to him and told him what I thought and what the supervisor thought, and said we had no evidence so far so there was no reason to appeal, but we both believed the murder was a mistrial.I said I thought we could do an investigation, which would be expensive, but maybe some evidence could be found to give to the Home Office, and that might or might not work.Perhaps some clues are still there, as long as you look for them, you may be able to find evidence.I say it's expensive, but I think it's a drop in the bucket for a man of his stature.I found out then that he was a patient, and very seriously ill.He himself told me so.He said that everyone thought he would die soon. Two years ago, someone warned him that he would never survive a year. But later, because of his different physique than ordinary people, everyone thought he might survive for a while.I asked him how he felt about his son.

How do you feel?asked Miss Marple. Ah, you want to know, me too.I think he was 100 percent honest with me, even though it sounded rather rather ruthless?said Miss Marple. Yes, Miss Marple, you use the right adjective.He was a ruthless man, but also a man of integrity and honesty.He said: "For many years, I know what my son looks like.I didn't try to change him, because I don't believe anyone can change him.He was just born that way, not on the right track.He's a badass, always causing trouble.He has a wicked heart, and no one and nothing can make him behave properly, I am convinced of that.From a certain point of view, I have already severed the relationship with him. Although we still have a legal relationship, we are still father and son on the surface.If he needs money, I will definitely give it to him; if he is in trouble or is brought to court, I will help him with the lawsuit.I always do my best.Suffice it to say, if I had a son with polio or epilepsy, I would try to treat him as best I could.If my son is suffering from a moral problem, so to speak, and there is no cure, I can only do my part, as much as I can.Well, now what do you want me to do for him?I told him it depends on what he wants to do.That's an easy answer, he said.I'm not good at walking, but I know what I want to do.I want to avenge him.I want him released from prison.I want to set him free and let him go on with his life.If he still doesn't follow the right path, that's up to him.I will leave the living expenses to him and make arrangements for him to the best of my ability.I don't want him to suffer, go to jail, or even have his life ruined for one unintentional mistake.If there is someone else who killed the girl, I want the truth to be made known to the world.I want justice for Mike.But I have limited mobility and am seriously ill.My days are numbered, not counted in years or months, perhaps in a few weeks. I suggested he hire a lawyer and said I knew a firm and he cut me off right away.Lawyers are useless.You can hire a lawyer, but it won't help.I have to do my best to make arrangements within this limited time.He gave me a large sum of money to find out the truth, to find out everything I could at any cost.I can't do anything myself.Death will knock at the door any moment.I authorize you to be my plenipotentiary, and I will try to find someone to help you at my request.He wrote me a name: Jane.Miss Marple.He said: I will not give you her address.I want you to meet her in a situation of my choice.Then he told me about this pleasant, harmless, pleasant trip dedicated to visiting monuments, castles, and gardens.He will reserve a seat for me in advance, and all expenses will be paid by him.Jane.Miss Marple, he said.Will also take part in this tour.You'd run into her there, you'd meet her out of nowhere, it would seem like a chance encounter. He wants me to choose what I think is the right moment for you to know me, if I think it's better.You just asked me if I or my friend in charge had any reason to suspect who was guilty of that murder.My friend in charge didn't say he suspected anyone, but he mentioned it to the officer in charge of the case.The officer had extensive homicide experience and was responsible. He didn't mention anyone?No mention of the girl's other friends?Could it be that one of her former friends had been neglected? We found nothing in this regard.I asked Mr. Raphael to tell me some information about you, but he refused to say anything, only saying that you are old and you are a person who can penetrate other people's psychology.He also told me he stopped talking. What else can I tell you?said Miss Marple.You know, I'm naturally curious.Other than that, I really can't think of any other advantages I have.I'm a little deaf, my eyesight isn't what it used to be, and I really can't think of anything good about me (which sounds silly) except for a few habits that people used to call an old aunt.I'm an old aunt, is that what he said? No, said Professor Wang Sitai.He said he thought you were sensitive to sin. Oh, said Miss Marple. She was surprised. Professor Wang Sidai watched her. Do you think he's right?he asks. Miss Marple was silent for a while, and finally said: He may be right.Yes, very likely.There have been times in my life when I have suddenly felt uneasy, and I have felt that evil is all around me, that there is something evil about someone, and that it has something to do with some accident that happened at the time. She looked at him suddenly and smiled. you know, she said.It's like being born with a keen sense of smell.Others can't smell the gas leak, but you can smell it, and you can easily distinguish the smell of various perfumes.I have an aunt, continued Miss Marple thoughtfully, who said she could smell a lie when it was told.She said she would smell a special smell.She said that those who lied would twitch their noses, and then the smell would come.I don't know if she's telling the truth or not, but there were times when she was amazing.She said to my uncle once: Don't promise to the young man who spoke to you this morning.He lied from beginning to end.It turned out to be what she said. Very sensitive to evil, Professor Wang Sidai said.Well, if you smell sin, please let me know, I'd love to know.I don't think I have such a keen sense of sin myself.I can see that other people are in poor health, but I can't see the evil in their heads, he said as he patted his forehead. I thought I'd better tell you briefly how I got involved in it, said Miss Marple.You know, Mr. Raphael passed away.His lawyers want me to see them.They told me his proposal.I got a letter from him that didn't explain anything, and I didn't hear from him for a while.Later, I received a letter from this travel agency, saying that Mr. Rafael knew that I liked this kind of travel, so he booked a seat for me before he passed away, and gave it to me as a surprise gift.I was very surprised, but I figured this should be my first indication of steps to take.He wants me to take this tour, and then I'll get some revelation, hint, clue, or instruction along the way.I think it is.Yesterday no, I arrived here the day before yesterday and was greeted by three ladies.They live here in the old manor, and kindly invited me to stay for a while.They said that Mr. Raphael had written shortly before his death that an old friend of his would be taking the trip, and that they could invite her to stay for a couple of days, as he did not think she was fit for climbing rocks, to see The memorial tower on the steep mountain was originally the key itinerary of yesterday's tour. So you see it as another instruction for you on what to do next? Of course, said Miss Marple.No other reason is possible.He was not the kind of person who would not give alms without return purely out of sympathy for an old woman who couldn't climb a mountain.That's right, he wanted me to go to their house. so you go?and after? Nothing, said Miss Marple.There are only three sisters. Three eccentric sisters? Logically, it should be, said Miss Marple.But I don't think so.Anyway, they don't look weird, at least not to me.I think they might have been I mean, weird now, but very normal looking on the outside.The house didn't belong to them originally, it belonged to one of their uncles, and they just moved in several years ago.Their environment is not very rich, but they are very kind, but a little boring.The three sisters have very different personalities.They don't seem to know Mr. Raphael very well, and I have nothing to gain from talking with them. So, you have not gained anything during the few days you lived in their house? I did know something about the case you just told me about, but not from them, but from an old servant.She loves to talk about the past, far away from their uncle's time.She had only heard the name of Mr. Rafael, but she could talk about the murder with eloquence.She started with Mr. Raphael's villainous son coming here, and then described how the girl fell in love with him, and how he strangled her to death, how tragic and horrible the whole thing was, and it was so vivid , Miss Marple paraphrased an idiom from her youth.She was exaggerating, but it was a terrible story, and she seemed to believe the police's belief that he had killed more than one person. Do you think it has something to do with the three eccentric sisters? No.They were just the girl's guardians and loved her very much, that's all. They probably know things like does the girl have another boyfriend? Yes, we need such information, right?Another boyfriend, a brutal one, didn't hesitate to smash her head after killing her.This kind of person is likely to lose his mind because of jealousy.Some men are like that. I think Elizabeth.It seems strange that Temple was caught by accident.Did you talk to her while traveling? Oh, talked about it.When she recovers, I will talk to her and ask her to tell me something about our murdered girl.She mentioned this girl to me.She was a student of her school and had planned to marry Rafael's son, but she died instead of marrying.I asked her how the girl died, and she only answered me: for love.I thought she meant the girl committed suicide, but she was actually murdered.Murdered for jealousy.That should make sense, and it was another man who killed her.We're going to find this man, and Miss Temple may be able to tell us who he is. Could there be another conspiracy? I think, in fact, we need a little sporadic information.I have no reason to believe that there was any conspiracy in the passengers on board, or in the three sisters at the old estate.But someone in the three sisters probably knew or remembered what the girl or Mike had said.Crotty had taken the girl abroad before, so she probably knew something that happened during one of her foreign trips, what the girl had said, mentioned, or done.Maybe she met some man, or something that had nothing to do with the old manor.It's not easy to find out, because you can only get clues from conversations and a few bits and pieces of information.Mrs. Green, the second of the three sisters, married early and lived in India and Africa.She may have heard from her husband or his relatives and friends some secrets that had nothing to do with the old manor, although she herself often visited the old manor.I believe she knew the girl who was killed, but she should be much stranger compared to her other two sisters, and this doesn't mean she didn't know some important things about the girl.The third child was dazed and closed, and he didn't seem to know that girl very well.Then again, she might still tell us if the girl has a lover or a boyfriend, if she's ever seen a girl with a strange guy.Oh, it was she who was walking past the door of the hotel now. However attentive Miss Marple was in her conversation, she still could not break the habit of her life. A thoroughfare was for her a point of observation.All the passers-by, whether they are on the road or strolling, naturally come into her eyes. Ancia.Bebury Smith, that woman carrying a big package.I guess she's going to the post office.The post office is just around the corner, isn't it? To me, she seemed a little silly, said Professor Wang Sidai.Shaggy gray hair, like a fifty-year-old Ophelia. I also thought of Ophelia when I first met her.Ugh, wish I knew what to do next.Should I stay a few days longer at the Fort Gordon Hotel, or continue my journey by car?It's like finding a needle in a haystack.If you get your fingers deep enough, even if you get pricked while groping, you're bound to find something.