Bloody Weekend
Chapter 44
Rigid Inspector Larkspur said, ”Did I have concluded that you yourself know more about the revolver?”
”Sure. Morris didn't find him
in the hallway. He found it while
egg egg laying.”
”Eggs?” Inspector Larkspur looked at him.
”Remove it from the basket,” says Julia Cavendish.
It seems Julia Cavendish thinks everything is clear now. William Cavendish said subtly, ”You should tell me more clearly, dear. Me and Inspector Larkspur are still confused.”
”Oh!” Julia Cavendish is ready to go
elucidate. ”Revolver it is in the basket, in the egg bawah.”
”What basket and what egg, Mrs Cavendish?”
”Basket I brought to the farm. The revolver was inside. Then I put the egg on top of that revolver, and I forgot it altogether. When we found Peter Hamilton on the porch of the rest house, dead, I was so shocked that I let go of the basket. Good thing Morris still won if not..... Because he remembered the egg, my mother. If the basket falls, the egg must break. Then the basket was brought into the house. Then I told him to write the date on the egg. That's what I always do. Otherwise, we sometimes eat newer eggs, but the old ones have not run out. And she said that all this was taken care of. Now I just remembered that his tone was a bit pressurized back then. And that's what I mean by feudal. He found the revolver, and kept it back here. I think because he saw a cop in the house. The waiter is always confused if there are police. Very kind and loyal to him, but also stupid, because you certainly want to hear the truth, no, Inspector Larkspur?”
Julia Cavendish ended her detailed description by giving the Inspector a bright smile.
”Truth I want to get,” says
Larkspur with a bit of a tart.
Julia Cavendish.
”It looks all messed up, yes,” he said. ”Macsud
I have so many people looking here. I think whoever shot Peter Hamilton didn't really mean to shoot him, I mean, didn't mean it
really am. Even if it's Natasha's heart, then,
I'm sure he didn't really want to shoot Peter. I was even surprised why he could shoot precisely, even though it felt impossible. He is actually a very sweet and kind-hearted creature. And
if you put him in jail or hang him, what will happen to his children? Even if he shot Peter, maybe he's sorry now. For children, it is terrible enough that their father was killed, and it will get worse if their mother is hanged because of it. Sometimes I think you, the police, don't think about things like that.”
”We have no intention of catching who now, Mrs Cavendish.”
”Well, after all it was a healthy decision. But all this time I did assume that you are a man of sound mind, he said,
Inspector Larkspur.”
Again a beautiful smile appeared
that's. Inspector Larkspur slightly blushed. He was helpless at Julia Cavendish's strange charms, but firmly he returned to the tree of questioning.
”As you said earlier, Mrs Cavendish, the truth is what I want to look for. Well, you take that revolver from here. Which revolver is it?”
Julia Cavendish nodded her head towards the shelf near the fireplace protector. ”The second from the end. Revolver Ruger .25.” His stern and technical manner of speech rattled Larkspur. He did not expect that Mrs Cavendish who had been labeled dazed and a little sane could describe a firearm with such technical accuracy.
”You take that revolver, then insert
her to the basket. For what?”
"I know you will definitely ask that,” said Julia Cavendish. Unexpectedly, his tone almost sounded like a cheer
got a reason to pick up a revolver that morning?”
”I think certainly so, dear,” said William Cavendish stiffly.
”We do something,” says Julia Cavendish,
his eyes looked far ahead, ”then we do not remember why we did it. But I think you know, Inspector, that there's always a reason, if only we remember. There must have been a certain thought in my head, when I put that Ruger revolver into my tap.” He asked the Inspector for help. ”Your route, what do you think is the reason?”
Larkspur looked at him. The woman showed no remorse. What appeared on his face was just a childish curiosity
kanak. This made Larkspur astonished. He had never met someone like Julia Cavendish, and for a moment he did not know what to do.
”My wife is very absentminded, Inspector,” William Cavendish said later.
”Indeed as it may seem, Sir,” Inspector Larkspur said.
His tone was a bit harsh.
”According to you, what I brought a revolver for
that?” asked Julia Cavendish in full
hardship.
”I don't know, Mrs Cavendish. ”
”I'm here,” ponder Julia Cavendish. ”Before that, I spoke to Alfred
looking at the pillowcase, and faintly I remember, I crossed into the fireplace thinking we needed a new fireplace. Priestess maid, uh, no, head of the church.”.
Inspector Larkspur was wide-eyed again. His head began to swirl.
”And I remember, I took that Ruger, the revolver was nice and useful once, I always liked it. Then I put it in the basket. I just picked up the basket from the flower room. But there are so many questions that I have to think about, like Alfred and the weeds growing among the roses, also hoping that Mrs Brown
making a chocolate cake right thick chocolate in his shirt ..”
”A cake in his shirt?” Want not
Inspector Larkspur interrupted.
”That, chocolate mixed with eggs and flour, then covered with whipped cream and strawberry fruit. Dessert favored by strangers after lunch.”
Inspector Larkspur spoke loudly and firmly. He feels like someone who should
it's a fine spider's nest that's blocking his view.
”Do you fill that revolver with peelinguru?”
He hoped it would surprise Julia
mungkin's a little scared. But Julia Cavendish only showed a desperate expression, as she could not remember.
”Do I fill, yes? So stupid. I can't remember.
But I think of course I fill in, don't I, Inspector? I mean, what's the point of a revolver without bullets? How happy I would be if I could
really remember what was in my head back then.”
