That night, Evan stayed at Cornwall Manor for the night as it should have been. Little Edward flushed with excitement, and Duke Wilson showed a rare trace of gentleness on his face.
Evan still lived in his original room, which should have been very ordinary, but after going through the London thing, this thing has become a bit ambiguous.
Evan was lying on the bed, looking at the dark ceiling, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed, he pinched his cuff, thinking about these things today, how should the relationship between him and Duke Wilson be positioned, Evan is now It's not very clear, maybe it's a lover, but thinking of the look on Duke Wilson's face when he returned to his room just now, Evan couldn't help but jump in his heart. That kind of reserved and forbearing feeling has made him still linger. Some of his ears were hot, and he was surrounded by many men and women in his past life, and he was not a good man and a woman, but he had never experienced such a feeling, which made him feel both wonderful and a little overwhelmed.
Evan did not sleep well that night. The face of Duke Wilson and the appearance of little Edward appeared in his dreams alternately. At the same time, his experience before coming to this place flashed from time to time. He always thought it was his early days. It was a memory that he had forgotten, but it was not until today that he realized that he had never forgotten it.
When Evan woke up the next morning, his eyes were dark and his expression was slightly sluggish. Duke Wilson couldn't help but be startled when he looked at him like this.
"What's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep last night?" He looked at Evan very worriedly.
Evan smiled reluctantly: "I'm fine, just a little tired."
Duke Wilson's brows couldn't help frowning, and he was about to say something when Butler Chris suddenly stepped forward: "Pastor Bruce, Mrs. Sanders sent someone to bring you a message, he hopes you can come sooner. Going back to church, it's going to be very busy today."
Evan frowned slightly: "I see." What can happen to the church? Evan was slightly puzzled.
Now that Mrs. Sanders said this, Evan didn't dare to stop at Cornwall Manor any more. He just hurriedly finished his breakfast and hurriedly returned to Delanlier Church in the carriage prepared by the Duke for him.
As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Sheriff Chandler waiting at the door, and when he saw him coming, he hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Oh, Mr. Reverend, I almost missed you, Mrs. Sanders just told me about you No, luckily I waited for you a little longer."
Evan smiled a little unnaturally. He was very aware of Sheriff Chandler's intention: "That's great." He said dryly.
Evan and Sheriff Chandler entered the church together. As soon as they entered, they saw Mrs. Sanders sitting on the pews in front of the altar praying. When she heard someone coming in, she immediately turned her head smartly. , and found that it was Evan, and his expression softened a little.
"It turned out to be you." She hurriedly stood up from the chair, walked to Evan's side, and quickly greeted Sheriff Chandler before saying, "Mr. Pastor, it will be Christmas in one month. , you need to prepare, there will be a Christmas party in the town, and the church will also have arrangements, so I'm afraid you have to be more cautious these days."
Evan suddenly realized that, he almost forgot this point. In this era, the emphasis on Christmas is a hundred times more important than in his time. When he was an assistant pastor before, he helped Pastor Ross prepare There have been several Christmases, and now it's his turn, but it's up to him to make the decisions, and the church's arrangements... Evan thought about the red-faced appearance of Pastor Ross every time he came back, and he knew it shouldn't be a bad thing.
"Thank you for your reminder, I know, I will try to stay in the church these few days." It seems that he will be busy at the end of the year, but he just doesn't know what will happen to Duke Wilson when he knows the news.
After greeting Mrs. Sanders, Evan and Sheriff Chandler walked into the living room at the back of the church. Evan changed his thick robe, and Sheriff Chandler also put his own The thick coat was taken off, and the red-hot stove in the room made the whole room hot.
"It's been a long time since you left. I didn't know you were back until I saw Duke Wilson yesterday. How about it? Was it fun in London? Was your brother's wedding big?" Sheriff Chandler smiled.
Evan grinned stiffly, not knowing how to answer this question, is London fun? Of course it was fun, and the king was played to death. Is my brother's wedding a big one? Of course it was grand, but the bride almost got into my bed.
Evan thought about his trip to London this time, and he was a little unsure whether he was more unlucky, or those who experienced these things were more unlucky.
"It's okay." Evan said perfunctorily: "What's the matter with you this time?" He quickly changed the subject, there was really nothing to say about the trip to London.
Evan's words were very effective, and Sheriff Chandler's attention quickly turned away.
"Alas..." He sighed: "I really don't know what happened to Dranlier, such a peaceful town has experienced such a terrible thing between this thought. I believe that about Colonel Mel, you Should have known."
Sheriff Chandler looked depressed. To be honest, he had been a sheriff for so many years, and he had seen more corpses in the past six months than he had combined before.
Evan smiled slightly, with a gentle expression: "I have heard a little about this." He paused slightly when he said this: "I heard that the one who died was a nun? This is terrifying."
Killing a religious person is not a trivial matter in this era. Although Catholicism is not as powerful as Protestantism in Britain today, they will not sit back and watch their believers be killed. There must be something to say.
"Who said it wasn't." Sheriff Chandler sighed. "It's okay, though." His expression immediately turned excited: "We've got Colonel Mel, although there's no evidence yet that he killed Eli. Sister Sa, but his unusually close relationship with Mother Eliza really makes me a little suspicious, I heard that you have a good relationship with Colonel Mel, do you know about this?"
After Sheriff Chandler asked this sentence, Evan pursed his lips inexplicably. This matter is now known to everyone. He has no need to hide it, and maybe he can use this to make money. Sheriff Dele had a better sense of Colonel Mayer.
"It's a pity, but I do know." Evan said with a sad expression.
Sheriff Chandler was just asking a random question, but he actually got an answer. The whole person couldn't help but look at Evan in surprise: "You know?" He stood up suddenly: "This is really It's shocking! How on earth did you know?" Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan with a burning expression, as if he could get the ironclad evidence for Colonel Mel's conviction from Evan the next moment.
Evan couldn't help twitching his lips, but this time he was going to disappoint Sheriff Chandler.
"This is what Colonel Mel told me. Although he pretended to be a friend, I am sure that what he said was himself. I didn't expect this incident to verify my thoughts." Evan said with a wry smile.
Hearing this, Sheriff Chandler couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He suddenly sat back on his sofa, looking a little stunned.
"It's too strange," Sheriff Chandler murmured. "He told you such a terrible thing? It's really counterintuitive."
Sheriff Chandler was convinced that Colonel Mel was the murderer, so he didn't wait for Evan to excuse Colonel Mel, and said directly: "But this is also very likely to be his way of concealing his intentions. I still have to investigate it carefully, Pastor. Thank you, sir, for being honest with me."
Sheriff Chandler looked at Evan very sincerely, and his senses for Evan were even better.
Evan smiled and waved his hand: "You don't have to thank me, I'm just telling the truth, this incident has caused a lot of bad repercussions, you still have to solve the case as soon as possible, and don't let these dirty questions flood Delany you."
Sheriff Chandler nodded, but he was thinking about how to go back and have a good time with Mel, so that he could plead guilty as soon as possible.
Evan suddenly said at this time: "Colonel Mel is also my friend. I wonder if you can allow me to see him?"
Sheriff Chandler frowned slightly, and then eased a bit. Mel's current situation is not so bad that he is not allowed to visit, and Evan's request is reasonable.
"You really think a noble gentleman. At this time, the others probably want to cut ties with Colonel Mel. Don't worry, I can still decide this matter."
For today's British gentlemen, reputation is obviously very important. As long as a gentleman who is a little clean is not willing to have any relationship with a prisoner, Evan's request is indeed somewhat unusual.
Evan couldn't help but smile bitterly at Sheriff Chandler's compliment, but in the end he could only wave his hand: "Your compliment made me blush, thank you very much."
Sheriff Chandler is an actionist, and immediately drove Evan towards the police station. Evan was actually very anxious. This kind of thing should be done as soon as possible. The later the time, the more difficult it will be.
The place where Colonel Mel was held was a single room, he was at least a gentleman, and no one dared to keep him with bullies until he was convicted.
And Evan was also taken aback when he saw Colonel Mel. It was just a one-night event, but Colonel Mel seemed to know a different person. The whole person looked like he had lost his soul. He looked like he was at least ten years older.
"Mr. Sheriff, how can you do this to Colonel Mel, he hasn't been convicted yet, you..." Evan looked at Sheriff Chandler standing beside him with some anger.
Sheriff Chandler waved his hand quickly: "Mr. Pastor, please believe me, I never abused Colonel Mel, and we even know that we haven't interrogated him yet." It was early, so they did not interrogate him, but put him in prison, trying to scare him, but they didn't expect that Colonel Mel would be so vulnerable, and it became like this in one night.
Evan frowned, a little disbelieving that Colonel Mel was someone who had gone to the battlefield, how could one night in prison make him what he is now.
Just when Evan was about to say something, Colonel Mel suddenly spoke up.
"Mr. Reverend, don't blame Sheriff Chandler, he really didn't do anything to me."
His tone was three-part desolate, three-part sorrow, three-part regret, and a part of despair. Evan was stunned for a while when he heard it.