It all brought back emotions and memories. Back when she was still a young fox, she often visited places like these. She guessed that this was some sort of sect, and sects were her favorite places in the past.
Most of those reports were a nightmare--grotesque, circumstantial, eager and untrue. When Michaelis's testimony at the inquest brought to light Wilson's suspicions of his wife I thought the whole tale would shortly be served up in racy pasquinade--but Catherine, who might have said anything, didn't say a word. She showed a surprising amount of character about it too--looked at the coroner with determined eyes under that corrected brow of hers and swore that her sister had never seen Gatsby, that her sister was completely happy with her husband, that her sister had been into no mischief whatever. She convinced herself of it and cried into her handkerchief as if the very suggestion was more than she could endure. So Wilson was reduced to a man "deranged by grief" in order that the case might remain in its simplest form. And it rested there.
He can't bear to see the citizens of the city he lives in fall into Uranus' tyranny without knowing, so he has been wrecking the guy's plan of 'Dungeon Conquest' since the last century or so. Whether he has been identified as the culprit or not yet, he doesn't care, he would deal with things as they come.
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