Bloody Weekend
Chapter 38
The trail climbs a steep hill, leading to
forest direction. A short time later, they arrived at a wider road on the left side, then crossed the hillside above the maple trees. Arriving at a bench made of stone, Graciela sat down, Eloise beside her.
Forests were above and behind them, and beneath them were maple trees planted nearby. Right in front of the bench was a circular path, heading downwards.
Eloise looked at Graciela without speaking. His face was calm, no longer tense. The face looked younger. Poirot can imagine how Graciela looked when she was a teenager.
Finally he asked, ”What are you thinking, Miss West?”
”Logdewood.”
”What is Logdewood?”
”Logdewood? That's place name.”
As if daydreaming, Graciela paints Logdewood on Eloise. A nice white house, with a chimney that always smokes smoke. Large mag ⁇ nolia trees, green grass, lavender fields, small flowing rivers. The lake is quite large and we can swim there in the summer.
”That's your home?”
”Actually no. I live in America. To Logdewood just for us all vacationing there. Ryan, Amy, and myself. The house was actually Julia's. Belonging to his father. After Julia's father passed away ', the house was inherited by Ryan.”
”Not by Mr William Cavendish? Isn't he the one with the peerage?”
”Oh, the title was an honorary title as an official,”
Graciela explains. ”William is only a distant cousin.”
”And after Ryan Cavendish, who will inherit the house?”
”Should have been Ryan's son. Strange, yes. I never thought about it. When Ryan is not married.”.
He was quiet. His face looked rather grim. Eloise Hope was eager to know what really disturbed her mind.
”I think,” said Graciela slowly, ”will be inherited by Shawn. That's why..”
”What's the reason?”
”Why did Julia invite him here. Shawn and Logdewood?” He shook. ”After all, both are not suitable.”
Poirot pointed to the path before them.
”Did you go down that path to the rest house yesterday, Miss West?”
Graciela goosebumps.
”No, through a closer walkway
with home. Ryan who came down this way.”
Suddenly Graciela turned to Eloise Hope.
”Should we talk about that again? I hate that rest house. I don't even like The Blossom right now. This place , The Blossom I mean. This place itself! I've seen it before. Yes, on Saturday, when Ryan and I were walking down the ridge. A description of Logdewood. That's us, we're from the Cavendish family. We're not real, not as real as Peter!”
He turned to Eloise Hope ”A good step if you know her, Miss Hope. We all
only a shadow when compared to Peter. Peter is the one who really lives!”
”I know that, even when I saw her dying, Miss West.”
”I know. People can feel it. Now Peter is dead, and we who are only a shadow are still alive. It feels like..a terrible joke once.”
The youth on his face was no longer visible.
Her lips looked tense and bitter due to the sudden pain. When Eloise spoke, asking something, Graciela did not hear what she was asking.
”I'm sorry. What do you say, Miss Hope?”
”I asked if your aunt, Julia Cavendish,
like Dr Hamilton?”
”Julia? She's my cousin, not my aunt. Yeah, he likes it
once on Peter.”
”And Mr. Ryan Cavendish, your cousin
she's she? Did he get to Dr Hamilton?”
according Eloise. ”Not really like, but let's say he doesn't know Peter.”
”Then Shawn Cavendish , also your cousin? How's she?”
Graciela smiles.
”I think Shawn hates us all. He spent his time in the library, reading the book of knowledge.”
”Oh, someone with a serious temper.”
”Poor Shawn. He has experienced life
very difficult family. Her mother was a little troubled because her father had an affair and ran away from home, that's what I heard. Now the only way to protect yourself is to try to feel better than everyone else. If it works, it will be fine. But sometimes the attitude collapses, it will appear Shawn who is irritable and angry.”
”Did he also feel himself superior
than Dr Hamilton?”
”That's why he might try. I think Shawn wants to be Peter Hamilton, and as a result he doesn't like Peter.”
Eloise Hope nodded while contemplating.
”Yes, self-confidence, self-esteem, virility are all true male traits. Interesting.. interesting once.”
Henrietta did not answer. From the crevice of the trees, Eloise Hope looked down, to the resting house. There he saw a man bowing, looking for something,
or so it seems.
”What's up, yes?” muttered.
”What?”
”That's one of Inspector Larkspur's men,” said Eloise. ”It looks like he's looking for
se ⁇ suatu.”
”Finding clues, perhaps. Shouldn't the police look for clues? Whether it's cigarette ash, footprints, or matchsticks
burning?”
His voice contained a kind of bitter ridicule. Eloise replied seriously, ”Yes, they
they look for such things, and sometimes they find them. But
the real clue in a case like this, Miss West, usually lies in the personal relationships of people who are interconnected.”
”I don't understand.”
”Things are small,” says Eloise Hope while looking up her head.
”Not cigarette ash or rubber sole, but a small body movement, a
paneyangan, unexpected deeds.”.
Graciela turned her head away with a bang
to look at him. Eloise felt that look but she did not turn her head.
"Is there anything that.... specifically... that is on your mind right now?” ask Graciela.
”I remember how you stepped forward and took the gun from Mrs Hamilton's hand and dropped it accidentally as you said into the fish pond.”
Eloise felt Graciela's shock. But sound
Graciela remained normal and calm as she said,
”Natasha is an awkward person and someone who gets nervous easily, Miss Hope. In a state of surprise, and if if in the gun there were still bullets, he could have shot it, and.
”But you are awkward and nervous, and dropped it into that fish pond, right?”
”Ya, I was also being surprised at that time.” He stopped for a moment. ”What do you mean exactly, Miss Hope?”
Eloise Hope straightened her seat, turned her back, then spoke firmly and clearly.
”If there were fingerprints on that gun, I mean
I had a fingerprint on it before Mrs Hamilton held it, pulling it once to find out who it was. Unfortunately, we won't be able to know anymore now.”
