Bloody Weekend
Chapter 35
How, Mr?” ask Inspector Larkspur sharply.
”A gun size 38 output none.
It was encased in a black leather sheath, which was stored at the end of the shelf inside this drawer.”
”Wah!” The inspector keeps his voice
though his feelings are very messed up. ”Then, as you recall, when did you last see her in such a place?”
William Cavendish remembers a few minutes.
”It's not easy to say, inspector. The last time I opened this drawer was two weeks ago, and I think well, I can say I'm sure if the gun wasn't in place at the time, I would have known it. But I do not want to swear with certainty that I saw it there.”
Inspector Larkspur nodded his head in a sign he understood.
”Thank you, sir I understand. Well, I should
continue my work.”
He left the room.
After Inspector Larkspur left, Willism Cavendish stood motionless. Then he went out onto the terrace. His wife, Julia Cavendish was busy with a garden basket, a small shovel and her gloves. He was cutting some kind of twig with garden scissors.
She waved at her husband cheerfully.
”You what else is that inspector? I hope he won't
trouble the servants again. You see, William, they're not happy. They can't see it as something fun."
”Do we think of it that way?”
William's tone attracted his wife's attention. It
look up, then smile sweetly at her husband.
”You look so tired, William. Is this all bothering you?”
”Murder is something troublesome,
Julia.”
Julia Cavendish thought for a moment, while
cut out some twigs. Then his face became mine.
”Aduh, ouch.. This scissor sucks a lot.
Once we wear it, we can't stop, and want to cut it off. What did you say just now? Troublesome intrusion? But, William, I don't understand why it's so hard for you. I think it's very interesting, though. It's not every day we deal with murder is it ? It used to be possible that when you were on duty it was your meal every day. But I'm not William dear. I mean, if someone dies, whether from cancer or something, in one of the sunny sanatoriums but it's a pain, or from an attack or because that person was shot or stabbed, or maybe poisoned. The point is everything stays the same. I mean, that guy's still dead! Finish him. And all
the trouble is over. His relatives had to face difficulties or quarrels
an inheritance, if any. And apesguan about whether they have black clothes or not, or the consideration of who will get a house like that!”
William Cavendish sits on a piece of wood.
”All this will be more troublesome than we thought, Julia,” he said.
”Well, that's what we have to bear, honey. And when this is over, we'd better go, way out of the country. We better not think too much about the difficulties that exist now, but
looking to the future. I'm happy to do this. I was thinking whether we should go to Logdewood on Christmas or new year, or on Easter.
How?”
”There is still plenty of time to make plans for Christmas dear.”
”Yes, but I'm glad that I can start shadowing something in my mind. Maybe Easter, yeah?” Lucy smiled happily. ”Maybe by then, he must have forgotten about it.”
”Who?” asked William in astonishment.
”Graciela,” say Julia Cavendish with tea.
”I think they will get married in October next year , then we can go there on his Christmas day. I thought, William..”.
”Already, not again, dear. You've been thinking too much.”
very good studio. Graciella must have needed
a studio. He really has talent. I'm sure Ryan would be so proud of him. Two boys and two girls enough or one boy and one girl.”.
"Julia .... Julia ! You're blabbering on.”
”But, dear,” Julia Cavendish wide open her beautiful eyes, ”Ryan will never want to marry anyone, except Graciela and she is very stubborn. In that case, he's like my father. You understand it not. If he already has a wish...! So, of course Graciela had to marry him. And now he can
married him, because Peter Hamilton could no longer stand in his way. He is the biggest obstacle for Ryan and Graciela.”
”Poor him.”
”For what? Oh, you mean because he's dead? Well, one day everyone does have to die. I've never had a hard time thinking about people who have died.”
William Cavendish looked at his wife with
pan ⁇ angan.
”Today I thought you liked Hamilton, Julia.”
”I did find him fun. And he has an attraction. But I don't think we should get too close to someone.”
Then, gently and with a smiling face,
Julia Cavendish shears with a tree of vines.
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Eloise Hoe looked out through her living room. Graciela West walked down the path, towards the front door of her house. He wears an ash suit. He brought a pom dog.
Eloise quickly walked to the front door, and
opened it. Graciela smiled at him.
”Can I come in and see your home? I love seeing people's homes. I'm taking this dog for a walk.”
”Of course you can."
”I know,” says Graciela ”I think so.
Graciela smiled again—a bright smile
meaningless.
Eloise Hope let her into the living room.Graciela looked around her, into the neat and neatly organized room, then nodded.
"good. You will definitely hate seeing my studio.”
”Why should I hate it?”
”Oh, because a lot of paper is scattered on the floor, as well as pieces of cloth pieces and there here and there.”
”But I can understand that. Miss West's. You are a designer.”
”Didn't Aanda also an artist, Miss Hope?”
Eloise Hope tilted her head.
"It still has to be questioned. But in general
feels no. Indeed, I once found an artistic crime. Crime is the best exercise
for the imagination, but the solution. Not the creative power required in that. What is required is a great desire to find the truth. Because it's that I work with a cop."
”A great desire to find fame,”
repeat Graciela contemplating. ”Yes, I can understand
why are you so dangerous. Does that truth give you satisfaction?”
Eloise Hope looked at him curiously.
