If Gray Mist had not been professional enough, Schiller would have suspected the analysis results were wrong. How could these possibly be the ingredients in the Pale Rider's medicine?
The radiation emitted by this substance could even directly create cancer patients. How could the Pale Rider have taken it for so long and still been fine?
Then Schiller immediately realized that Harley Quinn must know something, because she had developed the medicine.
He made a trip to the hospital where Harley was staying.
Harley, now visibly pregnant, was lying in her hospital bed drinking milk. When Schiller came to visit, she showed no surprise. Instead, she wore an expression that said she had expected this.
"Are you here to ask me about the Joker and Nappier?"
Schiller withdrew his question and nodded. He did indeed want to know what was really going on with the Pale Rider.
Harley rummaged through the drawer of her bedside table and handed Schiller a playing card. Then she said, "I promised him I would never give up on him. I kept that promise."
"A very touching love story, ma'am. I admire your persistence and courage. But I want to know what exactly happened."
"Aren't you going to look more closely?"
Only then did Schiller look at the playing card. It was battered and worn, and more importantly, the handwriting on it was sloppy. It did not look much like the Pale Rider's writing.
When Schiller had worked at the Municipal Building, he had seen the Pale Rider approve official documents. His handwriting was beautiful, clearly the result of practicing calligraphy.
The handwriting on this playing card carried traces of the Pale Rider's style, but it was obviously nowhere near as elegant. The letters were warped, and Schiller had to study them carefully just to