CHAPTER 6

It was almost midnight and Henry was digging in the garden. His clothes were dirty and he stopped for a second to look around. Except for Alan's body that was next to him, nothing else could be seen or heard on that dark night. His eyes looked tired and after burying his friend in that place, he entered the house and went to his bedroom. The next day, Maurice arrived and, as usual, prepared breakfast and went upstairs to call Henry. He knocked on the door.

"Is that you Maurice? Don't come in, please." said Henry.

"All right, but your breakfast is ready sir."

"Thank you, Maurice. I will be there in a minute."

After getting dressed, Henry went downstairs and had his breakfast. He was reading the newspaper when Maurice placed some flowers next to him.

"Sir excuse me. I saw that the garden has new flowers, but maybe that place is too hot for them. Would you like me to plant them somewhere else?

"No Maurice. Just give them water, that's all."

"All right sir."

When Maurice left, he sighed and started to smoke his cigar. What if his servant discovered that a person was buried there? However, Henry couldn't care less, since his friend got what he deserved. A few moments later, the doorbell rang and Maurice answered it. Elise came into the living room and she looked concerned.

"Hello Elise. What brings you here today?"

"Hi Henry, forgive me for coming here at this hour. My husband didn't come back home last night and I came to ask if you know something, since he came here yesterday."

"We had a good time together Elise, but he left in the evening. However, while we were talking, he said he would travel to some place because of his work."

"Really? But he didn't say anything to me." replied Elise.

"Don't worry Elise, I'm sure that you will receive a letter from him very soon."

"I hope so, thank you Henry."

After Elise left, he went upstairs to his office and locked the door. He sat on a chair and finished smoking his cigar when he pondered about the situation. Maurice was questioning him about those flowers in the garden and Alan's wife was already looking for her husband. What if she discovered that he killed her husband? Or the fact that he killed a person? Henry started to worry about these possibilities and he took Dorian's picture from behind the bookcase.

"Ah Dorian, if Alan hadn't deceived me, he would be alive now! How could he do this to me!? People will never understand why I did this and only you could understand me. What should I do?"

Henry spent a long time looking at Dorian's finely curved scarlet lips, his frank blue eyes and crisp gold hair. Suddenly, Henry felt confident again, as if he had found the answer to his question. Only he knew about Alan and if he didn't tell anyone, everything would be fine.