CHAPTER 4

Two months passed and Henry was having a cup of tea while reading his correspondence. Many of them were from Alan, as he always asked Henry to lend him some money. Something was not right and he started to suspect his friend.

"Maurice, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes sir, what would you like to know?"

"Do you know if Alan's mother lives in London? Or what her name is?"

"I know that his mother's name is Jane Campbell sir, but I don't know if she lives here or not."

"All right. Thank you, Maurice."

"You're welcome sir."

He took a sip of his tea and many thoughts crossed his mind. Why didn't Alan ever allow him to visit Jane? The excuses his friend made were no longer convincing. Immediately, Henry wrote a letter addressed to Elise and asked his servant to send it. That afternoon, Alan's wife sent him a letter, which contained Jane Campbell's address. Without hesitation, he went to the written address, a man answered the door.

"How can I help you?"

"Good afternoon. My name is Henry Wotton and I am looking for Jane Campbell sir."

"Jane? Is there a reason why you are looking for her?" said the man.

"I am Alan Campbell's friend. He said that his mother was sick and I wanted to pay a visit to see how she is."

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but she passed away a month ago."

"I am so sorry to hear about your loss." said Henry. "Forgive me for my intrusion, have a nice day!"

When the door closed, Henry was trying to understand the situation, but rage nearly consumed him. How could his friend not mention that to him? What was happening? He came back to his house and Maurice welcomed him.

"Dinner is ready sir. Would you like me to do anything else?"

"Thank you, Maurice. Tomorrow you can take a day off and now, I have a favor to ask you. Could you write a letter addressed to Alan for me? Say that I invited him to come to my house tomorrow afternoon. After doing this, you can go home."

"All right sir, I will do it right away. Thank you."

When his servant left, Henry had his dinner and went upstairs to his office. He locked the door and took Dorian's picture behind the bookcase.

"Well Dorian. I think you were the only one I could trust." said Henry in his calm clear voice.