Guidebook for the Dark Duke Chapter 19: Mystery Brooch

Evan couldn't help sighing: "Don't say these irrational words, Miss Arya did nothing wrong."

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

Sheriff Chandler's frown deepened: "The one who needs to pay is the murderer, please stop making trouble."

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

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

Mrs. Lawrence just sneered and turned away.

Looking in the direction she was leaving, Sheriff Chandler murmured, "Looks like I need to talk to the Laurence servants."

"Obviously." Evan's eyes sparkled with interest: "Sheriff Chandler, you have a lot of work to do."

Sheriff Chandler has left, and Evan has returned to the church. Although Evan has doubts, he still needs evidence to prove it.

**

The next day is Sunday. As the pastor of Delan Lier, Evan needs to worship for the believers. The words of worship have already been prepared. Evan has completely adapted to this life at this time.

Basically all the churchmen of Deran Lier were here on this day. John's incident cast a cloud over the whole Delan Lier. The townspeople urgently needed a vent to comfort themselves. mind.

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

The arrival of Duke Wilson changed the atmosphere of the entire church, with people vying to salute him with surprise and excitement on their faces.

Evan stood on the altar and watched Duke Wilson greet everyone elegantly and peacefully, but he was secretly thinking about how he wanted to get closer to the Duke again. Now that the Duke obviously has a quarrel with him, then There is no need for him to stick it up. He is more proficient than anyone here.

Evan finished the service with sincerity. His emotional speech, his extremely sincere demeanor, and his blond, blue-eyed and extremely foul appearance soothed the panic of the people of Derain and made them He got a moment of tranquility in the religion. After the service, many townspeople came up to thank him and kissed the horns of his robes. Evan received more respect than he imagined in Dranlier.

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

Duke Wilson felt a little dazzling, he never seemed to be bothered by what he heard that day, he didn't condemn his actions, he didn't explore the meaning of his actions, he was like nothing had happened, yes He was still as always, respectful and polite, but it was this kind of politeness that made Duke Wilson even more annoyed.

He turned away in frustration and left the church.

In the afternoon, Sheriff Chandler came to the church. He was very excited. He took out a calfskin bag from the pocket of his coat and said with a smile, "I'm so lucky today, I sent it to Scotland a few days ago. Evidence from the field tests had been sent back, and they 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 really sure this is a brooch?"

Sergeant Chandler smiled and rubbed his hands: "You don't have to make fun of me, this is indeed a brooch, and a very precious brooch, the Scotland Yard experts have confirmed. It seems that we The murderer is a woman, someone who can own such a precious brooch, Mr. Reverend, you should know who it is without me telling you."

Evan lowered his head and looked 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 to Mrs. Lawrence, and in terms of motive, Nor do we have any valid theories."

Sheriff Chandler suddenly smiled meaningfully when he heard this sentence: "I knew you would say this, but the people at Scotland Yard have confirmed that this brooch is handmade by a shop in London. Yes, it is unique, there is only one in this world, I asked someone to inquire about it, it was specially customized by Mr. Lawrence, think about it, who else could this brooch be given to him?”

Sheriff Chandler was very confident, but Evan frowned slightly when he looked at the precious brooch, which he had never seen Mrs. Lawrence ever wear.

"And not only that, John's head was hit from upper right to lower left, and he was also identified as left-handed. You know, Mrs. Lawrence is left-handed." Sheriff Chandler looked proud: "Pastor Bruce, how's it going, is it all right now?"

Evan hadn't seen John's wound, and it was the first time he heard about a left-handed man. After thinking about it, Mrs. Lawrence was indeed left-handed.

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

Sheriff Chandler's face is determined to win: "Pastor Bruce, even you can't refute the evidence this time. As long as she has these things, she can't escape before the judge."

This sentence wakes Evan up. At this time, the court is not as strict as the rules of later generations. At this time, as long as it is circumstantial evidence, one can be sent to the gallows.

Evan frowned slightly, but Sheriff Chandler was very excited, he said excitedly: "I think I still have to talk to the servants at Lawrence's house to inquire about the relationship between Mrs. Lawrence and John. ."

Evan sent off Sheriff Chandler triumphantly with a complicated expression. Could it really be Mrs. Lawrence? The small but hot-tempered middle-aged woman flashed in his mind instantly. If he said that this person could kill, he believed that Mrs. Lawrence was very impressive.

Evan walked into the church full of worry. For the first time, he was very devoutly sitting under the statue and praying with his hands folded. In the morning, he gave the residents of Delanlier a moment of tranquility, and now he himself needs it. Calm down.

**

Sheriff Chandler went to the Laurence couple's house proudly. At this time, it was time for the servants to prepare dinner. Mrs. Lawrence was even more indifferent to Sheriff Chandler and did not cooperate at all.

"If you need to ask anything, just go, it's just that these servants are working now, you'd better hurry up." Mrs. Lawrence looked at Sheriff Chandler mockingly, with a look of schadenfreude.

Sheriff Chandler was very angry that Mr. Lawrence was away today, so he had to face Mrs. Lawrence directly.

"Ma'am, then please forgive my offense." Sheriff Chandler was also impatient to speak to Mrs. Lawrence. He has now identified Mrs. Lawrence's guilt in his heart, so he unceremoniously dismissed Mrs. Lawrence. The maid called out.

Seeing Sheriff Chandler's rude look, Mrs. Lawrence's face turned pale with anger, but she didn't say a word.

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

Sheriff Chandler stared at Laura with falcon-like eyes and snapped, "If I ask you now, you must tell the truth, and if I find out there is a lie, I will immediately Take you to prison, and you will never get out."

"First... Mr." Laura hurriedly said, trembling, "I will not tell a lie, please don't arrest me, Mr. Sheriff, I will not tell a lie."

Sheriff Chandler nodded with satisfaction. This kind of intimidation seemed like a routine to him, and he had no burden at all.

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

"Mrs and Master?" Laura looked puzzled.

"Yes! How's their relationship?" Sheriff Chandler's eyes lit up.

"The relationship between the madam and the young master is very good, and the madam dotes on the young master John very much." Laura said hesitantly.

This hesitation of hers naturally did not escape the eyes of Sheriff Chandler, who immediately said, "What else do you have to hide! Say it!"

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 better not lie to me, your father owes so much gambling debt, What do you think I should do with him?"

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

"Then tell me the truth!" Sheriff Chandler didn't let up.

Laura couldn't help but let out a deep sob: "Oh, I can't...I'm going to lose my job..."

Sheriff Chandler began to persuade at this point: "Oh, good girl, you don't have to worry about this, only I know about it, I won't tell anyone you said it, don't worry. "

Laura finally stopped her loud sobbing and began to cry lowly. Sheriff Chandler became impatient, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Laura, whispering: "Okay, wipe it. Wipe your tears, you can leave when you're done."

Laura took the handkerchief and blew her nose so loudly that Sheriff Chandler frowned.

"I...I saw it before" She looked at Sheriff Chandler timidly: "I saw Mrs. Lawrence and Master John arguing, and Mrs. Lawrence beat Master John...I just Knowing this, I said it all, Mr. Sheriff, please don't embarrass my father!"

Sheriff Chandler almost jumped with excitement: "Really? When did it happen? Why?"

Laura didn't understand the sheriff's excitement, so she had to say again: "Yes... it was a few days ago, because I don't know what, but Mrs. Lawrence was very angry and said that she would cut off relations with Master John. ..."