The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 634 Ch.633 Burns’ request for help

Mrs. Rosalind Herbert Burns Field.

This not-too-old lady was obviously still immersed in the sadness of her husband's death.

When she sat upright, she and James began to talk, mostly about her husband.

She misses him.

James Shelley and she didn't have much in common, except that her last husband had dealt with Old Tom a few times - and to be honest, they really didn't have much to talk about.

From the London weather to the social season, from the Grays to the Secret Party.

From horse racing to hunting.

Then we talked about researchers, and the recent intensification of ‘new school investment’ in London – in this regard, there is a reason for Ms. Field’s generosity.

Her late husband was a senior fellow at the Royal Institution in London and attended many festival lectures.

The "Turbine Indicator", which was once considered a "useless invention", is said to have become a "transcendental" product after improvement.

"...I have to say that your husband is smarter than all of us businessmen put together."

The woman twitched her muscles slightly and showed a very restrained smile: "I don't understand those things, sir. But I know his wishes during his lifetime. He hoped that he, or other wise forerunners, could use their talents to lead mankind into the future. A new era…”

“That’s why I’m so passionate about investing.”

Burns paused for a moment.

"I don't invest in anything that can bring high profits, whether it's real estate, stocks, or trade," she said. "But I give opportunities to young people and people with wisdom."

James nodded with approval in his eyes: "You did not misuse your wealth, Mrs. Field. I can say without politeness that many people who get windfalls always use it to squander it and do stupid things that are inconspicuous - but you, I I almost want all newspapers to preach that this is the true use of wealth.”

The woman's smile widened a bit.

Anyone would be happy to hear a compliment, let alone the master of the Shelley family.

"I'm not as noble as you said, old gentleman. It's just for Field, my love, and for his last wish. My wealth is inexhaustible, if I can provide some trivial help to those in need..."

"Sir, you really make me ashamed."

James stared at the slightly stronger black tea in front of him. After pouring milk into the thin-mouth pot, he rolled up a small white octopus.

“Your deeds are worthy of all praise.”

James stirred the turbidity lightly with a silver spoon, and after getting permission, he took out his pipe and straw pot and filled them skillfully.

"...I'm already old. An old guy will get sick if he doesn't smoke for a day. Oh, after listening to your words today, maybe I will also learn from it and invite some young people who are knowledgeable but can't use it..."

Burns shook his head slightly and said he didn't care about the smell of tobacco.

He also told old Shelley that when he said ‘investment’, he had to choose the right person.

She had been deceived and spent a lot of money on it, but in the end it came to nothing.

"The man ran away, sir. How shameless."

she said.

"He promised me, but he was nowhere to be seen. I asked a servant to take a look, but only an empty workshop was left, with not even a single person..." The woman's face, which still had traces of youth, curled up. A girlish anger emerged:

"How could he treat a promise like this."

Old Shelley knocked on his pipe and laughed heartily: "I think this is good for you. Don't give up the truth because of one or several scams - as long as you live, who can not be fooled?"

Burns was surprised: "You never have."

"No, I've been cheated on too, too many times to count."

The two of them chatted here and there, and after half an hour, they finally got to the point.

"...I have come to seek help from you, Miss Shelley, and the Shelley family."

she said.

A group of people came to visit me a few days ago.

Burns swore that he would never accept their invitation - the group called themselves the 'Silver Spindles'.

"Silver spindle?"

The old man holding the pipe couldn't help but frown. He had heard of this name.

"Visiting at home?"

"That's right, sir. They came to visit - I don't know how they avoided it..." The woman hesitated, as if trying to find a suitable word to describe the ritualists guarding Field's old house, "Those …Those detectives.”

she said.

"You also know that they have always suspected that it was me...it was me..."

Surrounding the Field House were detectives from the Inspectorate.

As Burns said.

They have always suspected that she murdered her three husbands out of surveillance and protection for some purpose. Although it's not as good as before, there are always a few police detectives keeping vigil - and this group of people can actually avoid them silently?

"Ritualist."

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Old Shelley smacked his lips: "It seems that a ritualist is eyeing you... Forgive me for being rude, what did Silver Spindle invite you to do?"

Burns hesitated: "They..."

Very embarrassing answer.

They actually 'came here because of their reputation' - this was a person who had murdered three husbands without leaving any evidence.

Silver Spindle invited her, hoping that she would join, have a certain degree of power, and also hope that she could introduce Silver Spindle into London's upper-class social circles - Burns, of course, refused.

"I never did that!"

The slightly excited woman clenched her fists: "How could I murder my husband! That's my lover!"

"I believe you, Mrs. Field. I believe in your character," James waved his hand, took out a handkerchief from his chest pocket, handed it to the woman who began to sob softly, and his voice became gentler: "They threatened you, didn't they?"

"I'm afraid... yes." Burns replied in a low voice.

"This organization is a complete cult, using women as a cover to do vicious and shameless private affairs-Madam, you probably told the detectives of the Inspectorate a long time ago, right?"

Burns wiped his tears and nodded silently.

But what is the Inspectorate?

Who is Burns?

Both sides don't trust each other.

"If the Inspectorate can do something practical, I'm afraid the Father of All Things would have opened his eyes long ago."

James made a witty remark to break the increasingly stiff and dull atmosphere. He squinted his eyes, sat forward a little, and continued to ask: "Did you ask for help from others?"

When it comes to "others", Burns is even more helpless.

"How could I not ask for help?"

She said.

"I not only talked to 'others', but also went to the church and the court - sir, I don't know how that group of people escaped the eyes of the police. I am worried that if I can't catch them again, they will come to my door again..."

In terms of 'finding people', the Gold Tooth Gang after the fall of the Elephant Gang is the best choice in London.

At least there are hundreds more pairs of ears than the police, and various characters have their own channels of information - Burns was right to ask Shelley for help, and she should have done so long ago.

James pondered for a moment, and turned his eyes to Rose beside him.

"I think you can talk to my daughter."