Chapter Seventy Two

Mitchell quickly remembered some of the men she saw a while ago. She had thought Mr. Derrick was among them but she didn't think that Mr. Derrick would come here, she didn't think he would have anything to come do here, but with what she had been hearing Glory say since, it was starting to seem like it.

The man she saw did look a lot like Mr. Derrick, even though she didn't see his face, she still saw his back and he walked exactly like Mr. Derrick, although the man she saw earlier lacked composition. She shouldn't be expecting anything more from a man that just lost his wife.

Now that she thought of it, the man was English and his wife was said to have drowned in the river. She was pregnant, and he had brought lots of policemen to come and look for her. Mr. Derrick was one of the very few men that could do that.

"Glory, can you make a description of them?" she asked. 

"Oh why not, they are the men I see in my dreams every day, so it's impossible for