Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 160 – Finding the Man
Old Kohler seemed a little afraid of the other’s pugnacity, and took an involuntary step back:
”Liv, this is a Mr. Detective, he wants, he wants to help you guys find Daisy.”
Liv’s much wrinkled and peeling face turned to Klein and said coldly:
”We’ve called the police.”
She may have been in her thirties, but she looked close to fifty on the outside.
Klein looked around the room, where so many wet clothes hung, and vaguely remembered that the last time he had been here, there had been a thirteen or fourteen year old girl, carefully handling wrinkled clothes after drying them with a crude, homemade iron, her hands showing many signs of burns.
She is the “lost” Daisy …… Klein looked back at the washerwoman Liv and said in an emotionless tone:
”Do you believe that the police in the East End will really look for Daisy?
”Are you sure that the same people who caused Daisy’s ‘lost’ incident won’t turn their attention to your family in the process?
”Do you want to lose one daughter and then another?”
Cruel but heart-breaking words reached the ears of Liv, the pulp washerwoman, the cold expression on her face disintegrated a little, her mouth opened but nothing came out, the corners of her eyes gradually turning red.
She violently buried her head, pain and despair, muttered to herself:
”I have no money ……”
The room was suddenly quiet for a moment, even the sobbing young girl did not make another sound.
Klein pursed his mouth and exhaled wordlessly:
”I do volunteer work occasionally, purely to help people, huh, it’s been a while, so please give me a chance.”
”Volunteer?” Liv lifted her head, chewing on the word.
Klein nodded slightly:
”This commission is free, no, it’s not exactly free, and acts of kindness will bring me great satisfaction.
”Anyway, you’ve got nothing else to offer, so why don’t you give it a try?”
Liv was silent for a moment, raised her palms, wrinkled and swollen from long soaking in water, wiped her eyes, and said in a low voice:
”Mr. Detective, you, you are such a kind and good-hearted gentleman ……”
Her voice suddenly choked:
”…… The thing is, the day before yesterday at noon, Freya led Daisy, to send back a load of laundry, just a little outside the East End, and they had to go several streets.
”In order to get back in time for lunch, Freya chose a secluded alley, but she just wasn’t paying attention and realized that Daisy, who was following her, had disappeared.
”She returned the same way to look for her and never found it, and Daisy never came back.
”Freya, where was it?”
The young girl called Freya had risen to her feet, her eyes red and swollen.
She said with a low sob:
”Just, just in Broken Axe Lane, Mr. Detective, will Daisy be all right?”
”I suppose.” Crane replied with little expression.
He looked around for a few moments and turned to ask:
”Is there anything that Daisy always carries? I can borrow a police dog, which has an excellent sense of smell and can locate the target all the way to the other side based on the smell left behind.”
”…… No.” Liv, the berrywoman, thought for a moment and said with a sad expression.
The young girl Freya shed tears once again, feeling as if things had come to a dead end again.
Suddenly, she blinked her eyes and said:
”There, there’s one thing.
”Daisy’s word book!”
”Word book?” Old Kohler asked rhetorically from the sidelines.
Liv sniffled:
”I have got Freya and Daisy to go to free school in the evenings, and I can always pulp the laundry, they, they can’t always do that.”
This wife is such a good mother …… Klein couldn’t help but sigh.
Free school is a night school established by the three major churches or certain charitable organizations, classes are held from eight to ten in the evening, there is no charge at all, and even writing instruments and a certain amount of paper will be provided free of charge, it belongs to the nature of education in the nature of de-literacy, and at the most, it involves some more knowledge of religion, the old Neil had once worked as a teacher in the free school of the Goddess of the Night for a few years, and Klein had heard him mentioning some of the circumstances.
–Because of the few people who volunteered to be free school teachers, a unique teaching mode was formed there, that is, the teacher arrives early, first calls the several students with the best learning progress, and instills the content to be taught to them today, and then they are responsible for the teaching of different classes, and the teacher goes back and forth to correct errors, which is known as the “student guide system”, and then the teacher is responsible for the teaching of different classes. This is known as the “student guide system”.
The free schools were accompanied by free organizations such as the Skilled Workers’ Workshops, which were one of the few channels available to the truly poor to escape from their own class.
Unfortunately, there are too few of these organizations to make a real difference.
At this point, Freya drawled and added:
”Daisy loved to study, and had already been identified by her teacher as a guide for that class of hers; she would put together sheets of paper on which she had copied words, and sleep with them under her pillow every day, hugging them to her, and then get up early, and go out into the street, and recite them by the early morning light, and she always regretted that there were no street lamps in the neighborhood … …”
As she spoke, Freya rushed back to the high-low bed and pulled out a crumpled stack of papers from under the tattered pillow.
Because of the prolonged exposure to humidity, the words scribbled on there were already a bit swooshed.
The edges of the paper were even frayed, as if it had been turned over and over for a long time.
”Mr. Detective, is it, is it okay?” Freya handed Klein the so-called word book, which was not bound at all, with both hands, and then asked blearily.
”It’ll do.” Klein replied very succinctly.
He wasn’t consoling Freya, similar items, although not the kind to carry around with you, but accompanying the target for a long period of time and projecting the other person’s strong beliefs, were excellent materials for finding people with the divining staff method.
He casually flipped through the word book and said:
”I’ll get started then, the sooner we find Daisy the better.”
Liv and Freya couldn’t find any extra words to describe their feelings, but could only say “thank you”, “thank you, Mr. Detective”, “thank you, kind gentleman.”
Exiting the apartment, Klein sidled up to the elder Kohler:
”You keep an eye on those unemployed female textile workers lately, especially those who have neither found a new job nor become a standing girl, with a focus on the ones who don’t know where they’ve gone ……
”You pay attention to your own safety, ask fewer questions and listen more, there will be a bonus if this matter is done well.”
”Good!” Old Kohler nodded heavily.
He did not immediately take his leave, hesitated, and asked in a tone full of expectation:
”Mr. Detective, you can definitely find Daisy, right?”
”All I can say is try my best.” Klein made no promises.
The elder Kohler sighed and smiled bitterly:
”I lost my own child, so this is the last thing I want to see ……”
He waved his hand and marched off toward another street.
Klein, on the other hand, not fast and not slow to leave this place, on the way, with Daisy’s “word book” wrapped around the tip of the cane, in the case of not attracting attention, to complete a “divining staff to find people”.
There are results, favoring the northwestern direction …… for the time being can not confirm whether it is interfered with or misdirected …… He looked down at the direction in which the cane would fall, and reached out his palm to hold it.
Following the revelation, Klein went all the way out of the East End and hired a rental carriage.
After most of an hour and a half, the carriage, which adjusted its direction from time to time, stopped at Aeris Street in the Jorwood District near the West End, in front of a house with a vast lawn, wide gardens, a small fountain plaza, and marble statues.
At that moment, inside the carriage, Klein’s cane was down and pointed straight there!
Through the window, Klein saw guards patrolling back and forth and a vicious dog with a spitting tongue inside the barred gate.
It was quite heavily guarded there.
More importantly, even without using divination, he was able to find out that it contained no small amount of danger even with all his psychic intuition!
What is this place? How could Daisy’s disappearance involve such a dangerous place? Klein pondered for a few seconds and instructed the coachman to continue on his way.
The coachman responded with slight surprise:
”Sir, you are not here to visit Mr. Capin?”
Capin? Klein found this name very familiar.
He smiled and asked rhetorically:
”What makes you think that?”
”Often people will come out of the Eastern District and take my carriage here, huh, this is the home of the great tycoon Mr. Karpin.” The carriage driver replied casually.
East District …… Karpin …… rich man …… Klein suddenly remembered who that Karpin was:
In many rumors, he was the leader of a crime syndicate full of bloodshed and was connected to many cases of disappearances of naive girls!
And in reality, he was a rich man who knew many big shots.
Without further ado, Klein leaned back against the wall of the compartment and half closed his eyes.
The carriage moved slowly forward, and the luxurious villa swept backward and disappeared over the glass windows.
……
Inside a cafe cubicle.
Forsyth already knew that the old man across the street was called Lawrence Nord, from the city of Constanton, in the county of the Middlesex, and that he was a public-school teacher.
He didn’t know that Mrs. Annalisa’s husband had died, so he didn’t know that Mrs. Annalisa had inherited the legacy and become an extraordinary person, and even more so, he couldn’t have imagined that Mrs. Annalisa would leave her relics to me …… Could he also be an extraordinary person? Does he possess the power of divination? Forsyth took a sip of Felmer’s coffee and organized his language:
”I used to be a doctor at the nearby Youssef Clinic, and Mrs. Annalisa was a frequent visitor, when her husband, Mr. Laubro, had passed away ……
”…… I would occasionally talk to her and help her with things like ……
”So she ended up making a will, giving me her savings and cash, and donating things like jewelry, books and furniture to charitable organizations, which was overseen and executed by a law firm she appointed.”
Forsyth was telling the truth, but not the whole truth.
Lawrence pinched his forehead and said:
”That’s a shame, I can’t understand why Annalisa didn’t contact me during those years.”
”She didn’t mention your name and was vaguely a bit upset with Mr. Laubrow’s relatives.” Forsyth answered frankly.
Lawrence was silent for a moment:
”I thank you for telling me; it has cleared up a few things for me.
”By the way, where are Laboro and Annalisa buried?”
”Greene Cemetery.” Forsyth took his pocket watch out of his bag and glanced at it, “Mr. Lawrence, I have things to do, I should leave.”
Without stopping, Lawrence rose to see the other off.
On resuming his seat, he rubbed up his temples in an agonized manner, and muttered silently to himself:
”Laubro passed away and left no children, and I don’t know where his extraordinary traits were gotten by Annelisa …… Richard died at the hands of the Aurora Society …… Sam doesn’t want to contact us at all, and doesn’t want to take on the family name of responsibility ……
”Is this really how the Abrahams are going to slowly die out?”