Bloody Weekend
Chapter 34
The phone on the desk rang. Miss Robert picked it up.
”For you, Inspector Larkspur,” said, then gave the phone to Larkspur.
”Halo, Larkspur here. What?”
Nora could hear the change in Larkspur's tone of voice. He looked at the inspector with a probing look. The face like
the wooden statue did not change. He just snarled and listened.
”Ya... yes, I understand... Is that for sure?
There's no chance of wrong? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll be there. I'm almost done here. Yes.”
Put the phone back, then dueduk
a moment without moving. Nora looked at him curiously. The inspector calmed himself down, then asked in a very different voice to his voice earlier.
”Do you have no idea about things
this, Miss Robert?”
”You mean?”
”I mean, the idea of who has been
killing Dr. Hamilton”
Strictly Nora replied, ”I have no idea at all, Inspector.”
Inspector Larkspur said slowly, ”When the body was found, Mrs Hamilton was standing next to her holding a gun.”
He intentionally did not finish the sentence.
Nora Robert immediately reacted. Not with anger, but cold and logical.
”If you think Mrs Hamilton killed her husband, I'm sure you're mistaken Mrs Hamilton isn't a violent woman at all. She was meek, relentless, and was completely under the influence of her husband. It would be absurd, if one could imagine for a moment that he had shot Dr. Hamilton .”
”So, if not him, who did it?”
ask the Inspector sharply.
Nora replied slowly, ”I don't know.”
The inspector walks to the door. Nora asked, ”What is it
You want to meet Mrs Hamilton before you go’?”
”No... uh, yes, I'd better meet him.”
Nora was astonished again. This is not the man who
the same, who asked him before the phone rang. What news has it received,
how did it make him so change?
Natasha walked into the room nervously. He looked sad and confused. In a low and trembling voice he said,
”Have you got more information, about who killed my husband Peter?”
”Not yet, Mrs Hamilton.”
”It doesn't make any sense at all.”
”But that has happened, Mrs Hamilton.”
Natasha nodded, looking at
bawah, and squeezed his handkerchief into a small ball.
”Does your husband have enemies, Mrs Hamilton?” ask the inspector calmly.
”Peter? Oh, there's no. He's a very nice man. Everyone loves him.”
”Can't you remember just in case someone holds a grudge against him?” The inspector stopped for a moment. ”Or against your own?”
”Against me?” Natasha looked confused. ”Oh, absolutely nothing, Inspector Larkspur.”
Inspector Larkspur sighed.
”How about Miss Karen Clark?”
"Karen Clark? Oh, you mean the guy who came that night to borrow the candles?”
”Yes, that one. Do you know him?”
Natasha shaking.
”I never saw him before that night.
”I think, maybe he holds a grudge
facing Your Husband, without knowing You?”
With a certain attitude Natasha said, ”I don't think anyone has had a grudge against Peter, nor in the past. He's the kindest person, never selfish.”
”Hm,” says inspector. ”Yes, it is. Nah,
good morning, Mrs Hamilton. You already know about the police call, don't you? Thursday, ten o'clock, at the Mews. No one worries you might be suspended for a week, so we can collect more hints.”
”Oh, I understand. Thank you.”
Natasha stood motionless, staring at the inspector from behind. Inspector Larkspur wondered if this woman knew that she was the main accused.
Larkspur stopped a taxi manufacturer for tuk that could be justified, given the information he had just received over the phone,
even though he did not know how the information could kill him. At first glance, his sight had absolutely nothing to do. It seems totally pointless.
But it must be useful, even though he knows where. The only conclusion he can draw is,
this murder was not a simple and obvious murder, as he had been expecting.
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William Cavendish looked at Inspector Larkspur with great curiosity.
He said slowly, ”I think, I don't understand you mean, inspector.”
”Actually it's very simple, Mr. William. I ask you to check once again your collection of firearms. I'm sure it was listed in a catalog and numbered, bu?”
”Sure. But I already recognize that gun as one of my collections.”
”Soal is not that simple, TuanCavendish.” Inspector Larkspur stopped for a moment. His instincts always forbade him to give any information, but at this moment he seemed to be forced to do so.
William Cavendish is an important man. He would have wanted to fulfill the request made to him, but he would have asked for his ala. The inspector decided to give
that reason.
He calmly said, ”Dr Hamilton was not shot with the gun you knew earlier
morning.”
William Cavendish raised an eyebrow.
”Interesting once!” said.
Inspector Larkspur felt somewhat amused. He himself felt that it was interesting. He was grateful to William Cavendish for saying so, and also grateful that William Cavendish had said nothing more. At the
at that time, that was the only extent they could say.
It was very interesting and next thing meant absolutely nothing.
”Do you have any reason to suspect that
the weapon used to shoot it came from my collection?” ask William Cavendish.
”Same as there is no reason. But I have to
let me assure you that the weapon did not come from your collection.”
William Cavendish nodded in affirmation.
”I appreciate your thought of it. Well, if that's it, then,
we have to get to work. It will save time.”
He opened his desk drawer, then pulled out
a leather-bound book.
Opening the book, he said, again,
”It takes time to look for it..”
Inspector Larkspur became intrigued by his tone. He suddenly raised his face. William Cavendish's shoulder was slightly bent and he suddenly looked older and more tired.
Inspector Larkspur frowned.
”I have absolutely no idea what I should conclude about the people here,”
thought.
”Big...
Inspector Larkspur turned the body, looking towards the clock. Twenty minutes or twenty minutes ago William Cavendish said, ”It takes a little time."
