The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 634: Burns's Request for Help
Mrs. Rosalind Herbert Burns Field.

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

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

She missed him.

James Shelley and she had not much in common, except that her last husband had had a few dealings with old Tom - to be honest, they had nothing to talk about.

From London weather to social seasons, from the Grey Party to the Secret Party.

From horse racing to hunting.

Then we talked about researchers and the 'new school of investment' that has been gaining momentum in the City of London recently - in this regard, Ms. Field's generosity was justified.

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

The "turbo indicator", which was once considered a "useless invention", is said to become a "cross-era" product after improvements.

"…I have to say, your husband is smarter than all of us businessmen combined."

The woman flexed her muscles slightly and showed a very restrained smile: "I don't understand those things, sir. But I know his wishes before he died. He hoped that he, or other wise pioneers, could use their talents to lead mankind into a new era..."

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

Burns paused.

“I don’t invest in things 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, his eyes full of approval. "You haven't abused your fortune, Mrs. Field. I can say without hesitation that many people who get a windfall always squander it and do stupid things - but you, I almost want to have all the newspapers publicize it, this is the real use of wealth."

The woman's smile widened a little.

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

"I'm not as noble as you say, old man. It's just for Field, my love, and for his last wish. I have an inexhaustible fortune, and if I can provide a little help to those in need..."

"Sir, I am ashamed of yourself."

James stared at the slightly stronger black tea in front of him, and after pouring milk into the narrow-mouthed kettle, he rolled up a small white octopus.

"Your actions deserve all the praise."

James stirred the water gently with a silver spoon, and after getting permission, he took out his pipe and straw jar and filled them skillfully.

"…I am old. An old man will get sick if he doesn't smoke for a day. Oh, after listening to your words today, maybe I should learn from you and invite some young people who are knowledgeable but cannot make full use of their knowledge…"

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

He also told old Shelley that when it comes to "investing", one must choose the right person.

She had been cheated and invested a lot of money, but ended up losing everything.

"The man has run away, sir. Shame on him."

she says.

"He promised me, but he never showed up. I sent someone to check, but all I saw was an empty workshop, without a single person..." The woman's face, which still had a trace of youth, was filled with a girlish indignation:
"How could he treat a promise like this?"

Old Shelley tapped his pipe and laughed: "I think it's good for you to do this. Don't give up the truth because of one or several scams - as long as you are alive, who can not be deceived?"

Burns was surprised: "You never have."

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

The two of them chatted about this and that for half an hour before finally getting to the point.

"…I come to seek your help, Miss Shelley, and the Shelley family."

she says.

A group of people had come to visit a few days ago. Burns swore that he had never accepted their invitation - this group called themselves "Silver Spindle".

"Silver spindle?"

The old man with the pipe in his mouth couldn't help but frown. He had heard of this name.

"pay a visit to?"

"Yes, sir. They 'came to visit' - I don't know how they avoided..." The woman hesitated, as if trying to find a suitable word to describe the ritualists guarding the Field mansion, "those...those detectives."

she says.

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

Surrounding Field House were detectives from the Inspectorate.

As Burns said.

They had always suspected that she had murdered her three husbands, and they were keeping an eye on her, and also protecting her for some purpose. Although not as many as in the past, there were always several detectives on duty at night—and this group of people could actually avoid them quietly?

"The Ritualist."

Old Shelley smacked his lips and said, "It seems that a ritualist has set his sights on you...Excuse me, what did the Silver Spindle invite you to do?"

Burns stammered: "They..."

A very embarrassing answer.

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

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

"I never did that!"

The slightly excited woman clenched her fists: "How could I murder my own husband! He is my lover!"

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

"I'm afraid... yes," Burns replied quietly.

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

Burns wiped his tears and nodded silently.

But where is the Supervisory Bureau?
Who is Burns?

Neither side trusts the other.

"If the Supervisory Bureau could 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 anyone else for help?"

Speaking of 'others', Burns was even more helpless.

"How could I not ask for help?"

she says.

"I not only told 'others', but also went to the church and the court. Sir, I don't know how that group of people managed to escape the eyes of the police. I'm worried that if we can't catch them again, they will come to my house 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 information channels - Burns was right to ask Shelley for help, and she should have done so long ago.

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

"I thought you could talk to my daughter."

(End of this chapter)