The Story Of Red Dead Redemption

Chapter 41: Cornwall's Moves

In the second-floor office of Cornwall Kerosene & Tar, Mr. Leviticus Cornwall sat at his desk, carefully reviewing a few personal letters. The sound of knocking interrupted his focus, and Cornwall's assistant entered quietly, saying in a low voice.

"Mr. Cornwall, we've captured the main culprit who robbed your train, Colm O'Driscoll."

Slowly setting down the letter in his hand, Cornwall looked up, removed his glasses, and said, "Bring him in."

Soon, Colm was brought into the office by two of Cornwall's men, who were holding him up.

"Ah, Mr. O'Driscoll, we finally meet. I've been wondering what gave you the courage to rob my assets. I've heard of your reputation, which is quite notorious, but I didn't know you were also 'blind.'"

Facing Cornwall's sarcastic remark, Colm, with injuries on his face and looking somewhat disheveled, still spoke defiantly.

"Mr. Cornwall, it's truly an honor to hear you say that. I didn't expect a small fry like me to catch your attention. I thought you were more concerned with generals or high society gentlemen, not someone like me?"

Cornwall seemed particularly talkative today. He looked Colm over with great interest for a while.

"You're right. A small pebble from the gutter like you doesn't usually deserve my attention. But you see, I'm a gentleman who values his reputation. At my status, I don't care about street dogs like you who scavenge for a living. However, that doesn't mean I'll tolerate such dogs shitting on my head."

"Allowing you to tarnish my reputation is unacceptable to me."

Hearing this, Colm laughed loudly until one of Cornwall's men punched him in the stomach, making him stop. He looked up at Cornwall with a venomous gaze and said resentfully, "Then you've got the wrong person. I didn't rob your train."

Cornwall looked at him with interest.

"Of course, that doesn't mean I wasn't interested in your train. I don't care that it was your train, and I did plan to rob it, but unfortunately, I failed."

"Honestly, it's quite amusing to see you so smug right now. The people who actually robbed you are out there laughing at your stupidity. They're in the bars, boasting about how easily they deceived you. They might be mocking you right now, and you're standing in front of the wrong person, showing off your power."

"Believe me, soon everyone will know that Cornwall is just a rich fool who let the real robbers escape unscathed."

Cornwall's smile disappeared as Colm continued talking.

"And you, Mr. Cornwall? Your precious reputation, which you care about so much, has already been tarnished by your men's mistake of capturing an innocent person to take the fall. That is the greatest insult to your name. Although I hate to admit it, it wasn't me who did it."

After listening to Colm, Cornwall didn't immediately believe him, but he did feel a twinge of doubt. His eyes fixed on Colm, no longer relaxed and carefree. Cornwall wasn't someone easily swayed by words. To him, what was said didn't matter. He needed to see evidence.

He would not accept being fooled. Turning to his assistant, he asked, "Did you find my bonds?"

The assistant shook his head.

***

"Are you sure?" Arthur handed Charles a cigarette. Charles looked dusty and worn out.

"Yes, if we want to save Sean, we need to act quickly. He's about to be sent to prison. Blackwater is swarming with Pinkerton detectives. I only dared to gather information from outside, but I'm sure the information is correct."

Arthur asked for two cups of water, and as he looked into his cup, he pondered what to do next. Arthur wasn't surprised by the Pinkertons' relentless search. He said, "You know, we robbed quite a bit of money during our time in Blackwater."

Charles nodded. "There's nothing we can do about that. We'll have to leave the money there. But it seems they haven't found the hidden money yet. If they had, they probably wouldn't be searching so intensely."

Arthur thought for a moment.

"So why didn't they just hang Sean?"

It didn't make sense. If the bounty hunters and authorities had agreed on a price, people like Sean usually ended up hanged. Of course, Arthur suspected there was something off. He was glad Sean hadn't been hanged immediately, even though Sean was an Irish rascal.

"I think it might be a trap. If not, I guess they're preparing for a public execution."

Arthur thought Charles's judgment was probably correct. Whether it was a trap or a public execution, the fact that Sean wasn't hanged immediately but was being transported to prison gave them a chance to rescue him.

Arthur asked, "So why didn't you return to camp and come straight to me?"

Charles looked at Hosea, who was sitting alone, smoking.

"I met Hosea on the way. He said he was coming to find you, so I told him the news and didn't go back to camp. I need to keep an eye on Blackwater, so I came here with Hosea to rest for a bit. Arthur, we're running out of time. It'll happen in the next couple of days, so I need to keep watch."

Arthur patted Charles on the shoulder. For this reliable man, he didn't need to say much more. He just told him to rest well here. Since there was a chance to rescue Sean, they would gather and bring him back.

Arthur didn't see any problem with his decision. After all, Dutch had explicitly stated that they needed to save Sean. Arthur would return later with Hosea to inform Dutch and then work out a detailed plan. There shouldn't be any issues.

Arthur saw Charles off. When he returned, he saw Hosea putting out a cigarette and immediately lighting another one. Looking at Hosea, who was smoking alone and waiting, Arthur began to wonder what Hosea wanted to talk to him about privately.

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