Bloody Weekend

Chapter 39

Calmly but steadily Graciela said,

”You mean, that fingerprint is my fingerprint?

You mean I was the one who shot Peter, and left the gun next to him, so that if Natasha came and saw that thing, she picked it up and saw the guy she was holding. He is considered Peter's killer. That's what you mean, isn't it? But if I did it, I'd be so stupid not to erase my fingerprints!"

”But you're certainly smart enough to get out of it,

Miss West, that if you would have done so, that,

and if the gun had no other fingerprints except

miss Hamilton's fingerprints, it'll be very eye-catching! Because you guys had shot with that gun the day before! Natasha Hamilton will erase it to remove the fingerprint, before she wears it but for what?”

Gradually Graciela said, ”So you are thinking

I killed Peter?”

”When Dr Hamilton was dying, he said,

‘Graciela.’”

”And you think it's an indictment? Not!”

”Then what?”

Graciela stretched out her legs, then described a shape with her toes. In a low voice he said, ”Have you forgotten, what I told you not so long ago? My spare.... about the relationship between us?”

”Oh, yes, he's your dark lover. So when she was dying, she said, ‘Henrietta.’ Impressive once.”

Henrietra turned to him with angry eyes.

”Should you scorn me?”

”I don't scoff. But I don't like being lied to, and I think you're trying to lie to me.” 

Calmly Graciela said , ”I've said before her that I'm not very trustworthy, but when Peter said ‘Graciela ’, he didn't claim that I killed him. Don't you understand that people like me, who make pictures, can't say they can't take their lives? I don't kill people, Miss Hope. I can't kill anyone. That's the truth. You suspect I was just mummified by someone who was dying, one who could be said to have no idea what he said.”

”Dr Hamilton knows exactly what he is saying.

His voice was the voice of a living person who was right, like a doctor who was undergoing a major operation, then sharply and urgently said,‘Suster, please .’”

”But..” Graciela looked surprised, and did not know what to say. Eloise Hope spoke up quickly.

”And not only based on what is said

by Dr. Hamilton when he was dying. For a moment it never occurred to me that you were capable of murder

planned, that's impossible. But you may have fired that shot by the time you were overwhelmed by a great deal of hate. And if so and if so, Miss West, you have the creative imagination to remove your tracks.”

Graciela. He stood still some laema,

and looked at Eloise with a puecat and tense face. Suddenly with a smile yourung he said, ”When I thought you liked me.”

Hercule Poirot sighed. With sadness he

say ”That's unfortunately. I like you."

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After Graciela left him, Eloise Hope was still sitting, until she saw him under her Inspector Larkspur walking through the fish pond with steps firm and relaxed, then

jerrus passed by the resting house.

The inspector walks with a specific purpose. He's either going to Karen Clark's house or to Eloise Hope's.

Eloise wanted to know which house she was going to. He got up, and walked back down the road

throughit. That Inspector Larkspur

But when he arrived at his house, there was none

mark tand there are guests. While thinking, Eloise looked at the street, towards Karen Clark's house. He knows that Karen Clark hasn't returned to London.

Her curiosity about Karen Clark is growing. Pink fox fur coat

the glimmer, the stacked candle box, his sudden arrival and based on a completely absurd explanation on the night of last Sunday, and finally the Graciela West story about Peter Hamilton and Karen Clark.   It was an interesting pattern, he thought.

Yeah, that's how he looked at it, as a pattern. A blend of emotions intertwined emotions, and clashes in each other's personalities. A strange alloy, woven by a thread that is invisible but implies hatred and lust. Or maybe it's jealousy like Larkspur said.

Did Natasha Hamilton shoot

husband himself?

Or is the question not that simple?

He remembered his conversation with Graciela,

and concluded that the situation is not that simple.

Graciela must have drawn the conclusion that she suspected him of the murder. In his brain he didn't think that far. He only suspects that Graciela knows something. Know something or hide something, but which one?

Eloise Hope nodded. He's not satisfied. The scene near the terrace of the resting house. Scene that

been arranged. Like a scene on a drama.

Performed by whom?

Staged for whom?

He strongly suspects that the answer to his question

second is, for him Eloise Hope. That's guesswork.

Then he thought again that it was out of place but not a joke.

How to answer the question

first of all?

He shook. He doesn't know. He has absolutely no answer.

He closed his eyes, then

imagine them all. He saw them with Je ⁇ las in the eyes of his mind. William Cavendish is an honest, responsible, trusted former police official.

Julia Cavendish, a memeisona, is unpredictable, has a remarkable and confusing appeal, often posited

irresponsible thinking.

Graciela West loves Peter Hamilton better than herself.

Ryan Cavendish is gentle but negative. 

Amy Owen is a black-haired, active girl.

Natasha Hamilton's face was empty and confused, clutching a gun.

Shawn Cavendish is easily offended and still childish.

That's all of them, who are and

caught in the legal net. They are bound temporarily, in a strong bond, as a result of a sudden death by act

homicides. Each has its own tragedy, meaning, and story.

And in the gaps of the group of characters and emotions there is truth.