Duke Wilson's face was ugly, and the manservant was in a dilemma for a while, and stood there trembling, not knowing how to deal with it.
After a long time, Duke Wilson finally spoke again, but this time his tone had calmed down.
"Go to Mr. Stelt, tell my bank that all checks are dishonored, and immediately call the police, I need to see Sheriff Chandler."
There was no emotion on the indifferent face of the servant duke. It involved the bank and the police station, which was really confusing for a servant.
"Yes, my lord." The servant stepped back with a wink.
Duke Wilson turned to look at Evan with a look of awe: "Mr. Johnson does these things, we have to do something, what do you do with the church?"
Evan's expression at this time is also a little subtle. Since it is already a matter of the Duke at this time, then it is not a bishop of a church that can solve it.
"Since it has reached this point, it is useless to hide it any longer. Let the police handle it."
Evan knew in his heart that he had reached this point, and he might as well be a favored man.
Sure enough, hearing Evan's words, Duke Wilson's eyes were moved a bit. He knew that the church was very conservative in this regard, and sometimes he would rather suffer losses than show the problems of the church in front of the public. Evan can be so kind. Understand people, I'm afraid I also bear a lot of pressure.
"Thank you for your understanding." The Duke looked a little embarrassed, but there was warmth in his eyes.
Evan is very satisfied with this result. A Mr. Johnson is nothing, and it is the result he wants that can improve his score in front of the Duke.
The person in charge of the bank came faster than Sheriff Chandler. After all, a big customer like Duke Wilson decided to refuse to pay the check. The bank must know the reason, or the bank's credibility will be questioned.
It was Mr Sturt, Duke Wilson's head of bank finances.
Mr. Stewart, now in his sixties, looks very kind, and his blue eyes look so soft that he doesn't seem to be a tax collector at all.
"Lord Duke, your request is very surprising. Is there any problem?"
Mr. Stewart was a little surprised by Evan's tragic situation, but he didn't ask questions.
Evan was half leaning against the bed, the pain in his body made him a little reluctant.
Duke Wilson glanced at Evan, and he was actually a little worried, but he didn't want to really exclude Evan from this matter. Duke Wilson hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "I once wrote a check to Johnson. , but I just learned that Mr. Johnson is not a trustworthy person, so this cheque from Mr. Johnson, I hope the bank will do something."
Duke Wilson said it very politely, but Mr Stewart knew very well that the bank had no room for negotiation.
"How could such a thing happen?" Mr. Stewart was a little surprised. It was really courageous for someone to dare to make a fuss under the eyes of Duke Wilson.
Duke Wilson's face was very ugly. After all, such a thing would make him look very ugly.
After Mr. Stewart asked this sentence, he knew it was not good. Seeing Duke Wilson's face, he felt a little bitter in his heart. What a stupid question.
Mr. Stewart's expression suddenly became embarrassed.
"Can the bank meet my request?" After a moment of silence, the Duke finally asked.
Mr. Stewart was a little cautious at this time. He glanced at the Duke's face and said, "Of course, you are the most honorable guest of the bank. The bank will definitely satisfy your reasonable request."
Duke Wilson nodded with a sullen face, when suddenly another footman knocked on the door.
"Sir." The manservant's face was very calm, only the corners of his mouth were slightly tense to reveal a trace of nervousness: "Sheriff Chandler is here."
After all, servants are servants, and they still have a sense of awe for public powers like the police.
The Duke frowned slightly and whispered, "Let him in."
The servant backed out, and a moment later Sheriff Chandler was ushered in.
Sheriff Chandler was still a little dazed at this time. He followed the servant in confusion and saluted Duke Wilson in confusion. When he finally calmed down, he realized the expression on the bed. Ugly Evan.
"Pastor Bruce?" Sheriff Chandler asked without Mr. Stewart's concerns, "What happened to you? Are you injured? Who did it?"
Evan suddenly realized at this time that the police could not rule out this kind of assassination of the Duke.
Duke Wilson responded in a timely manner, and immediately said, "Mr. Reverend was injured while hunting yesterday." This is a question about the royal family, and it is better for the police not to intervene.
Sheriff Chandler's frown deepened when he heard this, and immediately said, "How could this be? What the hell happened?"
Evan smiled a little embarrassedly. He glanced at Duke Wilson and said in a low voice, "I caused it accidentally, but fortunately, Mrs. Sanders was afraid that I would be injured during the hunt, so she helped me with the front and back of my chest. Iron pieces were sewn into the clothes, which prevented a tragedy."
Sheriff Chandler breathed a sigh of relief as if he had escaped, and Duke Wilson's expression changed slightly. He had heard that Evan's shot had been blocked by something before, so he was much lighter. I used to wonder, but now I understand.
"That's good, the Lord will take care of believers like you." Although Sheriff Chandler is a parishioner, such words are rare.
Evan smiled and looked slightly uncomfortable.
Duke Wilson watched from the side, but his heart softened a bit. In his eyes, people like Evan are the kind of people who can't lie at all. This time, he even lied for himself.
"By the way, Lord Duke." Sheriff Chandler didn't see the scene at all, and asked directly: "What's the matter with you calling me here this time?"
Duke Wilson suddenly reacted, paused slightly, and continued: "Yes."
He glanced at Evan, Evan sighed, and repeated what he said to Duke Wilson, his speculation and the conversation with Mr. Johnson, and finally the Duke told his situation again. .
After speaking, Sheriff Chandler fell into deep thought. He obviously did not appreciate characters like Mr. Johnson, so his tone was not very good.
"Mr. Johnson's behavior is indeed somewhat suspicious, but do you have concrete evidence?"
Sheriff Chandler is accustomed to thinking from the point of view of a police officer.
Duke Wilson may have never thought about this issue before, he frowned slightly and said coldly: "Mr. Johnson's behavior is too suspicious, even if you can't be sure that this is what he did, it's not wrong to investigate first, right? Now the church's behavior is too suspicious. The accounting problem is a certainty, and there is always one person responsible."
Sheriff Chandler looked at Duke Wilson's ugly face, and did not dare to refute any more. The power and strength of a duke in this era are more important than laws and human rights.
"You're right." Sheriff Chandler nodded without any hesitation. In his heart, the level of social status was almost carved into his bones.
"Then I'll find someone to check on Mr. Johnson's house now." Sheriff Chandler hardly stopped, and after getting the Duke's approval, he turned and left the room.
Watching Sheriff Chandler walk away, the Duke said to Mr. Stewart, who was a little trembling on the side: "Go back and check my bank account for me. If someone withdraws money, they must not let it go."
Mr. Stewart bowed and turned away.
When only Evan and the Duke were left in the house, Evan finally said, "Aren't you going to tell the sheriff about this attack?"
Duke Wilson walked to Evan's bed and looked at him with a soft light: "This time your injury is all my fault, but please understand that this is not a problem that the sheriff can solve. , For the tranquility of this town, it is better to keep silent, and I will handle this matter well."
Evan looked at the Duke's eyes, it was a kind of tenderness that could not be concealed, Evan couldn't help but smile: "You don't need to feel sorry for me, this time it's the assassin's fault, and you have another relationship with you. It doesn't matter, since you think you can handle this, I won't add any more."
The Duke looked at Evan's smile and couldn't help but froze for a while, and finally hooked his lips and said warmly, "Thank you for your understanding."
Evan sat like this for a long time, and his body could not bear it. The Duke helped him to lie down, but within a few minutes, Evan fell into a deep sleep.
It was basically a state between coma and deep sleep. Evan's body was burning, but his mind was very confused. He slept in a trance for a long time, and when he woke up again, it was already late at night.
He was awakened by the thirst in his throat, and there was a burning pain in his throat that he could not bear.
When Evan opened his eyes, the room was very dark, only a candle was placed by the bedside, and the dim light only illuminated the surrounding area, and the rest was plunged into darkness.
Evan struggled to hold up half of his body, and in a trance, he seemed to see someone on the opposite chair. He opened his eyes and looked for a long time, only to realize that it seemed to be the outline of Duke Wilson.
Evan's heart jumped, and his tone was a little apprehensive: "Lord Duke?"
His voice was not high, but in the empty room, it was exceptionally clear.
The shadow in the darkness moved slightly and moved halfway forward, and Evan finally saw the outline of his facial features clearly.
"Are you awake?" The Duke's voice was slightly hoarse.
Evan suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart, and blinked his eyes hastily: "Why are you here? What happened?"
When the Duke heard this, a wry smile spread from the corner of his mouth, he sighed, and said in a low voice, "Your senses are really sensitive, something has indeed happened."
Evan opened his eyes wide to see the Duke's face, but in the dim light, he failed.
"In the end, what's wrong?" Evan struggled to get up.
Seeing such a dangerous move, the Duke took the initiative to step forward, supported the trembling Evan, sighed, and said in a low voice, "Don't get excited, it is Mr. Johnson who is in trouble."
Evan's heart tightened and he looked up at the Duke.
"he died."
Duke Wilson looked down at Evan, with a heavy and sigh in his eyes.