1855 United States Tycoon

Chapter 178 Ah, Captain My Captain

Payne had no time to think about who had shot Lincoln, and there was no time to think about these things now. He was only 200 meters away from the scene, the gunshots were so crisp, and the most suspicious place nearby was this small church. Anyone with a little bit of military knowledge just needs to look around and be the first to notice. The suspicious location should be there. It’s just that there was no investigation of such a dangerous location beforehand. It has to be said that the security measures in United States are still too irregular.

But now is not the time to think about this, Payne quickly put away the gun, got down from the clock tower, and bowed to Father Benzema who was tied to the side by them with a cloth tucked in his mouth, and said : “I’m sorry to disturb you. They will come and let you go. Now I am leaving.” Then he turned and left through the back door. There he prepared a horse.

“The murderer — I think I should call it a hero — fired three consecutive shots at President Lincoln. The first shot failed, but both the second and third shots hit the president, and both bullets hit the president. In the chest, it was a fatal attack. One of the bullets hit the heart directly-well! Well shot! It was too late-President Lincoln died on the way to the hospital… Dorothea read the newspaper report aloud with excitement, adding a few own comments from time to time. If there is someone around who is not Scrooge, her comments will probably scare them to death. Fortunately, except for Scrooge in the office. No one else. The sound insulation of this office by Scrooge is very good: its walls are double-layered, and a thick porous volcanic pumice stone is sandwiched between the two walls, which can greatly enhance the sound insulation effect; and the thick and heavy A layer of sponge is also attached to both sides of the wooden door. Even the windows are double-layered.

“Ah, isn’t my voice louder? No one will hear it.” Dorothea also suddenly realized that own’s performance is really not ladylike.

“Don’t worry, here, no one can hear me except me.” Scrooge smiled and said, “Just shout, and no one will hear it if you shout it breaks your throat.”

“You just yelled!” Dorothea glared at Scrooge before reading.

“The police have now determined where the murderer shot and determined that a man named Payne has a huge suspicion. Now the police are looking for this person. If there is anyone who can provide clues… Scrooge, you say he can escape. Come on?” Dorothea asked worriedly.

“It’s difficult, basically you can’t escape.” Scrooge said, “In such a case, all the police forces will be mobilized. Moreover, the amount of reward is so high, I guess this guy, no matter where he is, as long as As soon as he shows up, there will be a lot of people hunting him for this bounty. Well, he is now a pile of gold coins that will run around on his own. In this case, how can he get away?”

“Damn it! What a pity…” Dorothea said.

“Dorothea, I warn you, it’s okay for you to show your hatred for Lincoln in front of me, but you can’t show it in front of other people. Also, don’t try to use your power to help that assassin.” Scrooge said seriously.

“Of course I know that. We still have to make money from those Yankees. How could we do such a stupid thing?” Dorothea said.

“That’s fine, um, I’m going to publish a poem in memory of Lincoln soon. Just behave, don’t be angry.”

“Whatever you…can you still write poetry?” Dorothea asked.

“No, but there are so many people who can,” Scrooge replied.

However, this poem was really written by Scrooge, but it was written silently. This poem is called “Ah, Captain, My Captain.” It was a poem by Whitman that Scrooge had learned when he was in middle school in his last life. In the original history, after learning of the sad news of Lincoln’s assassination, Whitman, who had always supported freedom and opposed slavery, was extremely sad and composed a set of poems expressing sadness. And “Ah Captain, My Captain” is the most famous poem in this group of poems. The news of Lincoln’s death just appeared in the papers, and Whitman must have not had time to write this poem, so it happened to be pirated and used. Such a sincere poem will surely impress those Lincoln supporters, and, with the definite collapse of oil in the future, the people’s love for Lincoln will rise to a higher level, and this poem will inevitably be sung in their mouths. . Then the image of Scrooge as the “author” must be even more dazzling because of this song.

“Ah. Captain, my captain! Our arduous voyage is over,

This boat has survived all the storms, and the reward we seek has been won.

The port is watching, I hear the bell ringing, people are cheering,

The ship greeted us calmly returning, it looked majestic and heroic.

Scrooge’s reaction was really fast enough, and he produced such an excellent poem so quickly. really not easy. If I didn’t know, I would have thought that he had killed Lincoln. Morgan looked at the song “Ah, Captain My Captain” published in the New York Tribune and exclaimed.

“Alas, Mr. MacDonald is really an amazing genius, not only the most outstanding businessman of this era, but also an outstanding scientist, social activist, and even such an outstanding poet. You have to admit that God is These guys just prefer some more.” Gutwin sighed.

“This poem must have been bought by that guy from where he paid for it.” JP Morgan said, “If it’s an article or a novel or something, I can barely convince myself that this thing might have been written by Scrooge himself. But poetry? That guy is too rational to write poetry at all. But I have to say, this guy has a first-rate vision of picking people. Well, the writing team under his hand is very good… Oh, the aftermath of that thing How’s it going?”

“Basically there is no problem. Tomorrow we can see the final result in the newspaper.” Gutwin replied.

“That poem of yours is disgusting enough. I really don’t understand why so many people applaud it. Even poets like Whitman praised it.” Dorothea was unwilling to hurt Scrooge. Then he lowered his head, read the newspaper, sighed, and said to Scrooge, “Oh, like you said. They found out Mr. Payne.”

“How? I was caught?” Scrooge said to Dorothea, who was reading the newspaper.

“No, Mr. Payne is such a good guy. He was surrounded by police in a house in the suburbs. He shot and resisted and fought like a soldier to the end.” Dorothea replied.

“Ah, I said, how could they catch that assassin? There will be a series of troubles if they catch it. It’s better to die. Dead people can’t talk nonsense. Well, what does the newspaper say?” Shi Gao Zhi asked disapprovingly.

“The newspaper said that Mr. Payne had been resisting, so the two sides exchanged fire for a long time, and finally there was nothing in the house. Then they tried to open the door but were shot by Mr. Payne. So they threw them into the house. They found a grenade, and they found Mr. Payne’s body inside. He was holding a revolver in one hand and a dagger in the other. Three rifles were also found beside him, presumably, At that time, Mr. Payne used these three guns to shoot at Lincoln. That’s why he could fire three shots in such a short period of time…” Dorothea said.

“Well, now I can be sure that it is by no means this Penn who really killed Lincoln. The two shots behind that were not shot by him.” Scrooge said, “Dorothea, think about it now, I Why do you say that?”

Dorothea frowned for a long time, then shook her head and said, “I don’t know.”

“How heavy is the weight of three MacDonald 1857 precision shooting rifles? Well, one such rifle, plus accessories and bullets, total not less than 11 pounds (5 kg), and three are 33 pounds. There are pistols and other things. And even if these rifles are packed in boxes or the like, they are still long and big, very conspicuous, and inconvenient to carry. How can a man who is on the run carry so many things?” Scrooge sneered and said, “I even suspect that most of the real assassins are among the policemen who rounded up Penn. As long as Penn is not a fool, the only weapons he has around him are a revolver and that dagger. Those who are on the run should bring them. Those three rifles are all real assassins, or they were planted there by people related to real assassins.”

Dorothea lowered her head for a moment and said, “It should be so, but Mr. Payne is still a hero. Well, who are those real assassins? Why do they have to kill Mr. Payne to kill and plant Give it to him?”

“You think about it yourself,” Scrooge said. “Think about what Lincoln has done recently?”

“What did Lincoln do lately?” Dorothea said, and suddenly she stood up suddenly, clutching Scrooge tightly with her hands, as if she was afraid that he would fly away all at once. She opened her horrified eyes and said to Scrooge, “Scrooge, you have also posted an article asking retail investors who buy oil to calm down, will they?”

“Don’t be afraid, Dorothea.” Scrooge hugged Dorothea’s shoulders and said to her with a smile. “My situation is different from Lincoln. I just made a gesture and didn’t really want to stop it. The intention of the oil price skyrocketing. They all know this, otherwise, why didn’t I have any actual actions after I published the article? But Lincoln is different. He really wants to stop the oil price surge. Those are fiddling. How can the oil price guy not understand this? So, Dorothea, you don’t have to worry about me at all.”