Rawls lay quietly on the bed, deliberately not closing the curtains. The red waning moon outside the window only had a little light, shining on him through the window.
Before killing Meursault, he had considered whether to kill him or not. Without Meursault, Master Luo would not come to visit him, and Klein would have no trumpet, at least until he became the Master of Secret Puppetry."
"World" is difficult to get online.
But he still made the decision to kill, especially after hearing the news brought back by the butler August.
Mr. Witte Gaude died in the hospital due to serious injuries.
The relationship between Rawls and Witte Gaude was not close. The total number of meetings between the two did not exceed fifteen times, and the conversation lasted no more than an hour. This does not include Rawls during the trial of the case.
I talked to him for half an hour before.
But after all, he is a human being with feelings. When someone you once knew dies, you may not be very sad. You always have to express your feelings.
If he had known the news before entering No. 78 Red Brick Lane, then Rawls might not have taken the living Meursault out of there and killed him directly in No. 78.
But now, he only found out that Witte Gauthe was dead after killing Meursault, and his mood didn't seem to have any big change. He just nodded to the butler August who reported the news, saying that he knew.
Already.
This was the only response he could make openly.
Rawls's valet Morris brought a reply from Lord Philip. The Lord didn't say anything else, but just wrote a word of blessing, wishing Rawls something good in Stearns.
The military reached an agreement again on this case of Witte Gaude, but it was different from last time.
…
The next day, Backlund Steam Railway Station.
"Sir, can I help you bring the gift in?"
Morris, the valet, was carrying Rawls' suitcase and looking at the crowds of people entering and exiting the station. He really couldn't figure out why his employer would go to Stone alone.
After a night's rest, Rawls's mood improved a lot. Today he could finally get rid of his identity as a "barrister" and waved his hand:
"No, I will go alone. When I get to Stone, won't I be alone?"
There is a more important reason. August booked him a first-class luxury seat. If he sat in that seat, he would be easily noticed even if he wanted to get off the bus midway. After all, the service in luxury carriages is generally more enthusiastic.
Morris showed a little hesitation on his face. He wanted to speak out his thoughts, but he was afraid of the majesty of his employer and did not dare to speak.
Rawls looked at Morris who was hesitant to speak, "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"
"ah?"
Morris knew that his performance just now betrayed him, but he still gritted his teeth and expressed his thoughts:
"Sir, are you really not going to take me or any other servants with you? Storne is in East Chester County after all. It is too far away from here. You will be there for nearly a month..."
In fact, Morris could feel that his employer had secrets, and he seemed not to trust the butler, Mr. August. During this period, Rawls would deliberately distract the butler and let him deal with some things.
Especially yesterday, he was sent to deliver a message to Duke Negan's son, the future Duke Negan, and now Lord Philip, while the butler August was only sent to express condolences.
Therefore, it is inevitable that Morris coveted the position of butler. After all, after reaching the position of valet, the only person above him could be butler.
Although he is only in his early thirties, far younger than the age of an ordinary butler, who makes Rawls young and not trust the butler August? And August is already over 50 years old!
This time, if I can follow my master to Ston, then maybe I can squeeze out August several years in advance and become the butler of Adrian's family!
Rawls looked at Morris in front of him. He was tall, with slightly dark skin, and his hair was as shiny as ever. He was wearing a white shirt, a light gray striped vest, and a black tie.
If the color of his clothes were brighter, he would definitely attract more attention when he walked out, but as a valet, that is absolutely not allowed.
Rawls crossed his arms on his chest. He understood Morris's thoughts, but he was still far from it. He said with a half-smile:
"August needs you very much. He needs to take care of my connections, and you need to temporarily manage the servants at home while he is busy."
Morris lowered his head. He understood what Rawls meant. He was a long way away from becoming a butler. That step was the reason why butlers were generally over forty years old.
Taking the suitcase from Morris's hand, Rawls walked into the steam train station.
Half an hour later, Rawls had returned to his beard appearance, even put on a windbreaker from his suitcase, walked out of the station again, and went directly to the bank.
After Audrey paid another 1,300 pounds to Alger, Rawls only needed to pay another 1,200 pounds to Alger, and the "Wand of Fairness" would completely belong to him.
When he walked out of the bank, Rawls was a little dumbfounded. He was afraid that his account had not enough money, so he shamelessly borrowed 1,000 pounds from Uncle Robert. But today he looked at the account and found that Uncle Robert had given him 2,000 pounds.
It seems that the elderly are the same no matter which world they are in.
…
At night, Rawls wore a black robe, hood and mask, came outside a house, and knocked on the wooden door at three long and two short intervals.
With a creak, the front door slowly opened, and Rawls walked in. This was a secret gathering of Mr. A of the Aurora Society.
There were already some people sitting inside. Some of them used various methods to hide their appearance, such as relying on hoods and masks, while others didn't care and openly exposed their facial features.
Rawls glanced around and found no one he knew except a few familiar faces he had seen at the previous two gatherings. Moreover, the single sofa belonging to Mr. A, the convener of the gathering, was still empty.
Didn't come.
Rawls nodded to the waiter who came towards him and motioned for him not to come over. He walked to an empty chair and waited for the party to begin.
His eyes shifted to the two blackboards standing at the front, with lines of words written on them.
"The dust left by the resentful spirit, 165 pounds."
"Baby's Cry, flowers, 200 pounds."
"Want to buy mummy powder, the more the better."
"Sequence 8 Sheriff's potion recipe, 450 pounds."
"The horn of an adult Pegasus, 150 pounds"
After taking a look and finding that there was nothing he wanted, Rawls withdrew his gaze.
The front door of the house kept opening and closing, and people with faces or hooded masks walked in one after another.
After a while, Mr. A, the convener of the party, also appeared and sat on his sofa.