Guidebook for the Dark Duke Chapter 42: Solve the problem

Just after lunch the next day, a servant came in to report that Mr. Ferd and Mrs. Johnson asked for an interview. Evan was talking with the Duke about some art-related matters. Hearing this report, the relationship between the two The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.

Duke Wilson glanced at Evan, who lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word, only said: "Welcome them to the living room, and I'll come out right away. "

The servant bowed and stepped back, but Duke Wilson walked over to Evan, looked down at Evan, and said softly: "I'll go down with you, I'm also a donor to the church, and this matter still has rights meddling."

Evan raised his head and glanced at Duke Wilson. His handsome profile was generally hidden in the shadows, with a strange beauty. The corner of Evan's mouth was slightly hooked, but his face showed a grateful look: "Thank you so much for your generosity."

Duke Wilson smiled indifferently, lifted Evan from the soft chair, and walked downstairs.

Evan's wound has almost recovered at this time, but he still needs to be careful when going downstairs. He deliberately leaned most of his body on Duke Wilson and walked downstairs with his strength.

Duke Wilson froze as soon as Evan approached his arms. During the process of going downstairs, he moved even more step by step. There was a hint of a secret smile, just such a small act, can make Duke Wilson so chaotic, it seems that his plan has been successful 90%, the remaining 10% depends on own means.

Duke Wilson has been helping Evan down the stairs, and when he finally sat down, Evan said a little apologetically: "My lord, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Duke Wilson wished that he would trouble himself more, he waved his hand a little ridiculously, and said in an unsteady tone: "You...you are too polite, it's nothing..."

His voice was soft and floaty, and by the end of the last sentence, almost no one could hear what he was saying.

Evan looked at him like this and couldn't help laughing in his heart. Duke Wilson was so emotionally young, it was beyond his expectations.

At this time, Foulder and Mrs. Johnson were also led in by their servants. To Evan's surprise, Sheriff Chandler also came in. He looked at this scene and couldn't help but be stunned. .

"Mr. Sheriff?" Duke Wilson frowned and said first: "Why are you here? Does this matter require the intervention of the police?"

Duke Wilson's trust in the police can be said to have been reduced to the dust, and he doesn't even have a good impression of Sheriff Chandler.

Sheriff Chandler looked a little dejected, at least much more dejected than the high-spirited look before. He pinched the already outdated brim, glanced at Evan who looked weak, and said in a low voice: "The Duke My lord, Mr. Johnson's case has not yet come to a conclusion. I am here this time to visit Pastor Bruce and also to get some advice from Mr. Pastor."

Sheriff Chandler had a taste of the sweetness last time, and this time he was devastated and inconclusive, and he naturally thought of Evan again.

Evan hesitated a little when he heard this, and looked at Sheriff Chandler with some surprise: "Oh, Mr. Sheriff, you really think highly of me, I don't know better than you about this matter. more."

Sheriff Chandler is a little afraid of Duke Wilson, but he is very close to Evan. Hearing him say this at this time, he quickly said: "You helped me in the last case, this time also please Help me one more time, this matter has not been resolved so far, Scotland Yard is already very dissatisfied with me, if the police detective above is sent over, I am afraid the matter will be more complicated."

Hearing him talking about this, the Duke's eyebrows could not help wrinkling. He glanced at the calm-faced Ferd, and the expressionless Mrs. Johnson, suppressing the thoughts in his heart, and finally said in a low voice: " Don't talk about these things, please sit down, the three of you, let's settle the main things of the day first."

Speaking of this, Ferd finally had the time to interject and said with a smile: "I would like to thank the Duke for your generosity today, so that we can talk about this matter in your manor."

Duke Wilson gave Ferd a cold look, and said coldly, "Pastor Bruce is my friend, and this trivial matter is nothing to worry about."

Folder's smile immediately stiffened.

Duke Wilson no longer looked at him, but turned to Mrs. Johnson, who was sitting on the far side of the sofa with a black veil covering her face, and said in a low voice, "Madam, since you are here today, Mr. Johnson earlier How do you plan to compensate for what you have done?"

Mrs. Johnson glanced at Duke Wilson almost nervously. She took off the hat on her head. The face behind the black veil was pale and a little scary, not the calm and rational woman she was a few days ago.

She looked straight at Duke Wilson with a hint of madness and anxiety in her eyes.

"I don't know anything about what he did, and I've never seen his money. I can't satisfy your request."

Mrs. Johnson's voice was still a little trembling, but everyone sitting in the room was shocked by her, especially Evan, he half got up and looked at Mrs. Johnson, and said in a stern tone: "Mrs. , didn't you promise to return the money to the church like I did before? Why are you backing away now?"

Mrs. Johnson didn't look at Evan at all, she quickly lowered her head, clasped her head with her hands, and whispered in pain: "Pastor Bruce, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry, I have no choice, I thought he left the property Come down, but now I can't find any trace of property at all, and I can't help it..."

Mrs. Johnson's voice was choked with a hint of choking. Her life has indeed been a little bad these days. The eyes of people around her, the pointing of people in the town, and frequent tabloid reporters The bombing, her spirit was on the verge of collapse at this time.

Evan frowned, looking at Mrs. Johnson with uncertainty in his eyes.

Duke Wilson walked over to Evan, stroked his shoulder, and whispered, "Sit down first, don't crack the wound."

Evan sat back on the soft sofa again. At this time, he was full of emotions and didn't react. However, Fuld, who was sitting opposite, had a flash of light in his eyes.

"Mrs. Johnson." Ferd said without waiting for others to say, "No matter what you say, your husband's embezzlement of church property is a fact, there is no doubt about it, if you are now If you don't cooperate well, then this matter will be handed over to the court, they will freeze your property, auction off your house, and then use it to repay the church's deficit. If you don't want things to develop to this point, I will I still advise you to cooperate with our work."

After all, Ferd was sent by the church, and it was natural for him to threaten people.

Mrs. Johnson shuddered when she heard this. She looked at Ferd with some horror, as if looking at a devil.

"You...you can't do this..." Tears welled up in her eyes: "Mr. Verde, you are a gentleman, do you really want to embarrass a widow like this?"

Evan squinted at the poor woman in front of her with tears streaming down her face. She couldn't tell why, but she always felt a little weird.

"Embarrassed?" Ferd looked at Mrs. Johnson and smiled: "How could I embarrass you? Everything I said is based on the law, which is stipulated by the law. Even if you are, a A noble lady, you must also abide by it. I will tell you the consequences of this incident. I just want you to know the seriousness of this incident. I also ask you to stop saying these irresponsible words. The property of the church, You must return it."

Mrs. Johnson couldn't help trembling when she heard this. She clenched her skirt tightly, bit her lower lip, and looked at Ferd with deep fear in her eyes.

Sheriff Chandler looked on and couldn't help but say, "Mr. Ferd, do you have to be so heartless? Mrs. Johnson is also a poor victim!"

Folder looked at Sheriff Chandler and sneered: "Victim?" There was a hint of arrogance in his eyes: "She is a victim, so does the church deserve to lose? You know, the church's property Are all used to serve God, should we use this money to feed a greedy demon?"

Sheriff Chandler was not very good at debating, so he choked up and couldn't say a word. Mrs. Johnson looked at Evan with pleading eyes.

Evan was originally a little embarrassed about his position on this matter. At this time, when she saw her pitifully naked eyes, his situation suddenly became more difficult, and Evan only felt that his scalp was numb.

He couldn't ignore Mrs. Johnson's pitiful gaze, because he was a 'kind' pastor, but if he turned against the church in matters of the church, he might not be far from the end.

Evan's heart is tangled like a mess, but he can't say a word. Now the eyes of the whole scene are on him, and he just feels like a thousand fingers.

Evan looked up at Ferd, and the sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth made Evan's heart skip a beat.

He did it on purpose!

This is Evan's only idea, to push himself to such a point that Fold really does what he says, otherwise his hypocritical face will be revealed, or else the punishment of the church will follow suit, really vicious Method.

Evan's heart was full of hatred for Ferd, but at this time, under this kind of scene, he couldn't say a word. Evan clenched his sweaty palm and said warmly: "Madam, You..."

"The church is in charge of this matter, and Pastor Bruce is probably powerless."

Suddenly, Duke Wilson interrupted Evan's words, he looked at the poor Mrs. Johnson with a cold face, and continued to say coldly: "Madam, you are asking for help to Pastor Bruce, but you are looking at his kindness. , but the church is in charge of this matter, and I am afraid that Pastor Bruce can't do more for you, so please solve this matter yourself."

When Duke Wilson came out, Evan was relieved, but he didn't dare to relax, he could only look at Mrs. Johnson helplessly, with a trace of pity in his eyes.

"My dear lady." His tone was very soft: "I fully understand your situation, but this matter is beyond my purview, I really can't do more for you, please rest assured, I will write your matter to the bishop, who is merciful and merciful, and will definitely make the right decision."

Fortunately, there is a church, otherwise this matter is really difficult to handle.