Bloody Weekend
Chapter 43
"There is nothing satisfactory in the case
this,” says Eloise rather bitterly.
An arranged murder scene, a,
tricked into tricking Eloise Hope's eyes and deceiving her! No, it's definitely not satisfying.
Inspector Larkspur looked out the window.
”Nah,” said, ”ini Ferguson came, my sergeant.
Looks like he brought something. He had just questioned the servants of course in a very friendly manner. He's handsome, and good at captivating women's hearts.”
Sergeant Ferguson walked in with a little breathless
puffed. It was clear that he was satisfied with himself, but it was hidden behind a respectful official attitude.
”I think I'd better come report, sir,
because I know where you're going.”
He hesitated for a moment, throwing
towards Eloise Hope. Eloise's other appearance than the others made him suspicious, until he closed his mouth, in accordance with his claims of sincerity.
”Tell me,” said Inspector Larkspur. ”Do not hesitate to say it in front of Miss Hope. He will quickly forget this game.”
”Yes, Sir. Look, sir, I managed to get something from the kitchen waiter.”.
Larkspur. He looked at Eloise.
victory views.
”What do I say? As long as there are kitchen servants, there is always hope. It is easy not to say there is a reduction in housemaids, so there are no more people who employ kitchen maids. You see, the kitchen waiter really likes to talk and chatter. They are heavily intimidated by cooks and senior waitresses and they must know themselves, until
it is very important that they like to talk about what they know to someone who wants to hear it. Continue, Ferguson. ”
”This is what the girl said, sir. He said on
on Sunday evening, he saw Morris, the waiter
chief, walk across the hallway rumah while holding a gun.”
”Morris?”
”Ya, Sir.” Ferguson showed me a book
notes. ”This is what he said himself. ‘I don't know what to do. But I think I have to say what I saw that day. I saw Mr. Morris. He was standing in the hallway, holding a gun. Mr. Morris looks really weird.’
”I think,” said Ferguson after quitting
sementar, "a statement about Morris that
the strange thing is meaningless. Maybe it was added, from his own imagination. But I think you should know about it soon, sir.”
Inspector Larkspur rose with an attitude
someone who is happy, seeing that there is a task before him, that deserves to be done.
”Morris?” said. ”I'll talk to Morris. "
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Inspector Larkspur once again sat in William Cavendish's study. He looked at the expressionless face of the man in his face. Morris has been very polite so far.
”I'm sorry as big as it is, Sir,” reiterate. ”I think I should have reported the incident. But I'm khilaf.”
He looked at the Inspector and William in turn, with an apologetic look.
”If my memory is correct, sir, that time I suppose
half an hour six. I was crossing the hallway to see if there was a letter to be sent to the post. I saw a gun lying on the table in the hallway. I concluded that it must have come from my employer's collection. So I took it, and I brought it here. On the shelf near
the fireplace protector does have an empty place, where the gun is usually located. So, I
put the gun back in its place.”
Morris got up, and went to the shelf, with
followed by Inspector Larkspur.
”This one, Mr.” Morris pointed to a pisethol
Small mauser at the end of the row.
The gun was a very small caliber 25. It must not have been the gun that was used to kill Peter Hamilton.
While looking at Morris's face, Larkspur said, ”That's an automatic pistol, not .”
Morris thud.
”Is it, Sir? Honey, I don't understand firearms at all. So maybe I was wrong to have used the term revolver.”
”But you are very sure that that is the weapon that
You found it in the hallway of the house and you brought it in here?”
”Oh, yes, sir, there can be no doubt about it
that thing.”
Larkspur prevented him the time he would
stretching hands.
”Do not touch. I have to check the prints
iron it out, and see if there's a bullet.”
”I don't think there's a bullet, sir. No collection of Mr. William Cavendish is kept in a state of bullets. And as for the fingerprints, I have wiped the gun with my handkerchief before I put it back, sir. So only my fingerprint will be there.”
”Why do you do that?” ask Larkspur
with a sharp voice.
But Morris's smile was containing
apologies are not lost.
"I think it's dusty, Mr.”
The door opened, and Julia Cavendish walked in. He smiled at the inspector.
”Happy to meet you, Inspector Larkspur.
What's this about, about the gun and Morris? Child in
the kitchen is shedding tears. Him
scolded by Mrs Rivers, our helmsman. But the boy was right, saying what he saw, if he thought that was what he should do. I have always been confused about what is right and what is wrong. It's easier if it's not true
sad, and wrong is fun. That way, we know where we are. But if the opposite, confusing. And I think everyone should do what they think is right. It's not like that, though,
Inhector? What did you tell me about that gun, Morris?”
With polite pressure, Morris replied,
”That's in the hallway of the house, ma'am, at the middle table. I don't know where it came from. I brought it in here, and I kept it in its right place. That's what I just told the Inspector, and he understands.”
Julia Cavendish. He subtly said, ”You shouldn't tell
that, Morris. I'll talk to Inspector.” myself
Morris moved, and sweetly Julia Cavendish said, ”I appreciate your motives, Morris. I know you always try to keep us from trouble and distraction.” Then add it subtly, ”It's enough now."
Morris worried. He looked briefly at William Cavendish and the Inspector, then bowed and walked towards the door. Larkspur moved his hand, as if he was going to destroy it. But for some reason, he himself was not sure
himself, and his arm was dropped back.
Morris came out and closed the door. Julia Cavendish sat in a chair, then smiled at the two men. He said lightly, "I think Morris is very good. Very feudal. It means he is willing to sacrifice himself for his master. Yes, feudal is the right word for it."
