[Sense and Sensibility] Fascinated by you

Early the next morning, Hathaway got into the carriage with Colonel Brandon and Andrew. The driver changed today. This gentleman seems to be very familiar with the messy roads of Manchester. They will come soon Arrived at the destination.

The police station is located at the intersection of Chapel Street and Terrace Street, in a small red two-story building. The exterior wall looks freshly painted, and the color is still very bright, but the door looks extremely dirty and waterlogged Garbage was thrown all over the floor, and many police officers in black uniforms were busy going in and out of the door.There were some idlers standing near the police station. They either looked at the police officers coldly, or leaned together and whispered together. They were occasionally driven away by the police officers who came out of the police station, but returned soon.

Hathaway got out of the carriage with Colonel Brandon and Andrew. She knew that she needed to appear in front of others today, and she also realized that the workers now hate the rich, so she was dressed very plainly, with a light blue cotton cloth inside She wore a long skirt and a black woolen overcoat. She didn't wear any jewelry, only a wide-brimmed hat on her head, and a black veil completely covered her face.

However, she ignored that her gender itself was very eye-catching, and now it was very difficult to see those decent ladies on the street, so when she appeared, many people looked at her either explicitly or secretly.Hathaway put her hand into Colonel Brandon's raised arms with a calm expression, as if she was ignorant of those sights.

The three walked into the police station, and it was very noisy inside. Hathaway felt that at least a hundred people were crowded here, and the police officers yelled at people to take the prisoner away, or loudly questioned the prisoner in front of them.

They walked forward with difficulty, hoping to find the sheriff or the sheriff, but there were too many people. When the third drunk tried to accost Hathaway, Andrew finally got impatient. Before Colonel Brandon broke out, he slapped the drunk on the face, causing him to turn over.

When the surrounding police officers and prisoners were all staring at him dumbfounded, he raised his eyebrows and shrugged, "It's finally quiet now, who can tell me, where is your sheriff or the magistrate?"

The police officer who was about to step forward backed away. He knew very well that those gentlemen who would look for the sheriff or the sheriff were not something he could provoke. He pointed to the innermost room.Andrew thanked him and walked forward first. This time he was a lot ruder and bumped into a road all the way.

When the three of them knocked on the door and entered, a short and fat gentleman in a gentleman's suit was reprimanding the four prisoners standing in front of him. If it's not enough, he even wants to look at people with his chin.He cursed endlessly, and stopped when he saw a young lady coming in. Finally, he concluded: "I think the three of you need to go to prison for a few days. As for you, Mr. Donald, this is already your first few days." The last time you came in because of a fight? I think I have to send you to repair the road to calm you down." Then he rang the bell, handed these people over to the police officers who came in, and then turned to face Hathaway three.

He carefully looked up and down a few people, from their clothes to accessories, their gestures were considered rude, probably because they had confirmed that their identities were not noble enough, he raised his chin and smiled reservedly, "May I ask who you are?" ?”

Andrew unceremoniously opened the chair in front of the desk and sat down, "We are Mr. Philip Butler's family, and that is his sister. We want to know about his disappearance." After finishing speaking, he tilted his head. Waiting for the other party's reaction.

To his astonishment, the man in gentleman's clothes froze for a moment, then flashed out from behind the desk at a speed that didn't suit his figure, and his face quickly changed into a kind and almost flattering smile, "I heard Joseph As mentioned by Mr. Butler, Mr. Butler also has a younger brother, which is really a blessing in misfortune. Then this must be another Mr. Butler! Hello, I am Randy Frank, you can call me Randy, I am It's the new sheriff." He bowed and held out his hand to Colonel Brandon.

There was no smile on Colonel Brandon's face since he got out of the carriage. He had a straight face and stood upright, holding a cane in one hand and holding Hathaway in the other. His gentlemanly demeanor really looked more like Andrew's. A nobleman, he didn't intend to shake hands with the other party at all. He lowered his eyes and looked at Mr. Frank, "Mr. Frank, you made a mistake. The one over there is Mr. Andrew Butler."

The sheriff, that is, Mr. Frank's body froze for a moment, and he quickly stood up straight, as if what happened just now hadn't happened at all, and he turned his face to Hathaway again, "Then this must be Bart Miss Le?"

Hathaway stretched out her hand gracefully and took off the hat she was wearing, smiled slightly at Mr. Frank, and curtseyed, "Hi, Mr. Frank, I'm Hathaway Butler."

That Mr. Frank seemed to be fascinated by Hathaway's beauty. His eyes were blank for a moment, and then suddenly lit up again. He stepped forward rudely and stretched out his hand to Hathaway. It seems to be hoping to kiss Hathaway's hand.

Hathaway looked at him in astonishment. When he was at a loss, Colonel Brandon next to him tightened the cane in his hand with a cold face, then paused on the ground, and dragged Hathaway to sit next to him. On the sofa, he reminded the other party in a low voice, "Mr. Frank, please be polite. We are here to inquire about the missing Mr. Butler."

Mr. Frank stood on the spot with a wooden face, his hands still stretched out in embarrassment. He glared at the colonel angrily, and finally decided to end this clown-like behavior. He turned and returned to the desk, as if realizing that the two gentlemen in front of him It's not easy to deal with, and the expression on his face is much more normal. "As for Mr. Butler, I can only tell you that he is missing. As for who kidnapped him, we are investigating now and will inform you of the results."

Andrew rolled his eyes and changed his crossed leg, "Of course we know he's missing, that's why we're here. Now what I want to ask is, do you have any suspects, or were there any suspects at the scene?" Have you found any clues?"

Mr. Frank smiled slickly, "Oh! Mr. Butler, you have to believe that if we really have any suspects, we would have caught them back long ago. As for the clues? You mean the broken carriage? Or those few A corpse? If you want the carriage, of course we can return it to you, but the corpse has already been cremated, so I’m afraid we can’t hand it over to you.”

Andrew stared at him angrily, feeling that this Mr. Frank was more like a businessman than a sheriff, "That is to say, we won't get any news from you?"

"No, no, Mr. Butler, it's definitely not like this. Please trust us. Once we have news, we will definitely notify you as soon as possible."

Andrew glared at him angrily, but there was nothing he could do with the slippery sheriff.Colonel Brandon looked at Mr. Frank coldly, knowing that he would get nothing from him today.

But then a clear female voice interrupted, "Mr. Frank, please help me, Philip has been taking care of me since my father passed away, I love him, he is a good brother and a kind gentleman, I I can't believe that someone would kidnap him!" As Hathaway's eyes turned red, she took out a handkerchief from her handbag, and gently pressed her eyes, as if wiping tears. "What are they kidnapping him for? Ransom? Or just wanting his life? It's really terrible, Mr. Frank. Have you ever received a letter or a strange message? Anything, please tell me, please Help a helpless sister!" She looked at Mr. Frank expectantly.

Mr. Frank stood up helplessly, as if he wanted to run to Hathaway to comfort her, but was stopped by Colonel Brandon with a sharp look, and then he sat down again, "Yes, I am very willing To help you, Miss Butler, I think, yes, you don’t have to worry, I believe that Mr. Butler is still alive, although the kidnappers have not sent any letters or news, he must still be alive.”

"Why? You must have a basis, right? Please tell me the reason." Hathaway encouraged the other party.

"Oh, this, this is too boring, are you sure you want to know?" Frank fiddled with a quill on the table, and after getting an affirmative answer, he stammered, "That day, Mr. Philip brought four The entourage and a coachman left, that's what we've been able to confirm. But in the end we only found four bodies, Mr. Butler and a entourage, and they disappeared together. So, Law... A follower was taken away with them, so they definitely didn’t intend to kill them, they must have other purposes, maybe money, maybe something else, in short, they should still be alive.”

Hathaway pretended not to hear his slip of the tongue, "This is really great, but would you mind telling me about the situation at that time in detail? You will definitely not reject me, right?" Hathaway seemed to believe it completely She even had a slight smile on her face to understand the other person's point of view, which made her seem more amiable.

"Oh, oh, yes, of course. What do you want to know?" Mr. Frank was encouraged, his eyes warmed up.

Hathaway deepened her smile, "For example, how did they die at that time? Oh, this is really terrible, but I have to ask clearly. They have followed my brother for many years and have a deep relationship with the Butler family. It's almost like my family, I can't not even know how they died, that would be heartless."

Mr. Frank was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to accept what she said. He even felt that the other party was really a lovely and kind lady, "Indeed, that's terrible, but you're right, people always have to know who they are close to. How did they die? I wasn't there at the time, Lauren, our sheriff, said that those entourage died horribly, they had multiple wounds, stab wounds or cut wounds, and broken bones , two died on the spot, one was stabbed to death in the back, and the other died of excessive blood loss. Oh! I shouldn't go into such details, it will surely frighten you."

Colonel Brandon and Andrew looked at each other and nodded. This is a very important clue, and now they can be satisfied. Then the colonel looked at Hathaway again.

Hathaway gave him a calm look, and continued to ask: "No, no, Mr. Frank, you are such a good man, that's exactly what I want to know. I have one more thing to ask you, when they There should be six horses, right? Two for the cart and four for the rider, have you found those horses?"

Mr. Frank was stunned again, his face was greasy, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow, racking his brains to think, "Well, it seems, I seem to have found it, yes, I remembered They found four horses, the cart-horse was by the side of the cart, and the remaining two horses ran a little far, and they searched for a long time to find them. But there were two that could not be found, perhaps by Someone may take it away, you know, there are too many poor people around here. But, you ask this?"

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just that there is a horse that my brother likes most on weekdays, so I'll ask for him. Thank you very much, Mr. Frank, you are such a good man." Hathaway stood up, She took the initiative to walk in front of Frank and shook hands with him, but was immediately pulled back by the colonel.

Andrew also stood up, and he also shook the hand of Mr. Frank who was still there stupidly, "Yes, Mr. Frank, you are such a good man, I am sorry to bother you, and we will leave now." After going out, Hathaway turned around and waved with Mr. Frank before leaving.

Sweat dripped down Randy Frank's face again, and he stood there dumbfounded until the three disappeared in front of his eyes. He didn't understand what a horse meant to the missing Mr. Butler, let alone Why do they all say he's a good guy, what the hell is going on?

However, he smirked again, Miss Butler is so beautiful!

The author has something to say: Dear readers, what do you know from these clues?

Today, in order to find out about the judicial system in Britain at that time, I looked at Sherlock Holmes, but the time difference is a bit far away. I suspect that during this period, there were actually very few police officers in Britain, and there may be no police stations.Therefore, whether there is or not, I have not found any useful information. About Manchester, the police station, and the sheriff are all conjectures by the author without factual basis.