Bloody Weekend
Chapter 45
"Julia , dear,” said William Cavendish ”What is or is not in your head has been suing people who know you well.”
Julia Cavendish looked at her husband with a very sweet smile.
”I'm trying to remember, William. People used to do strange things. Yesterday morning, for example, I picked up the telephone receiver, and I found myself just staring at it in confusion. I can't
imagine what it is I lift.”
”Maybe you will call someone?” word
Inspector in a cold tone.
”No. That's strange, I have no intention
menelepon who who. After that I just remembered. I wonder why Mrs. Browns, the wife of the gardener, carried her baby in such a strange way. Then I picked up the phone receiver, just to try how people carried the baby. Then I realized,
that seems strange, because Mrs. Left-handed browns, so the baby's head is on the other side.”
Triumphantly he looked at the two men
it alternated.
”Yes,” thought Inspector, ”I think there are indeed people like this.”
But he's not so sure about it. All of them
it might be a web of lies, he thought. The kitchen waiter, for example, had clearly said that the one Morris was holding was a gun. But his statement is not very reliable. The girl doesn't know what a gun is. He had heard people mention a gun in connection with the crime, and a gun or revolver was certainly the same for him.
Both Morris and Mrs Cavendish have pinpointed Ruger's revolver with certainty, but none can prove the truth of their statements. Maybe it was actually the missing gun Morris was holding, and he may have returned it, not to the study, but to Julia Cavendish herself.
A waiter seems to really love that wa ⁇ nita.
What if Julia Cavendish shot Peter Hamilton? But the reason why he did it? Larkspur did not understand the reason. Would they still support him and lie for his sake?
He became unhappy, because you felt that was what they were going to do. And now there is another story of his design that he does not remember or actually he can make a more
better than that. And he seems reasonable course, not at all sad or embarrassed. Fuck everything, the woman gave off the impression as if she was telling the truth.
Larkspur.
”If you already remember more, please tell me, Mrs Cavendish,” she said.
”Sure, Inspector,” says Julia. ”Sometimes we
can arrive suddenly reminded of certain things.”
Inspector Larkspur came out of the study. In the hallway of the house, he inserted a finger into the inside of his collar, then inhaled a deep breath. He felt everything as if it was tangled in thorny grass. All he needed in this situation was his oldest and ugliest cigar, a glass of beer and a plate of tender duck meat with mashed potatoes peppered with pepper. Something simple and useful.
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Inside the study, Julia Cavendish walked over and over, gently touching things there and here with her index finger. Her husband William Cavendish sat leaning back in his chair, watching. Finally he said, ”Why
you took the gun, Julia?”
Julia Cavendish approached her husband and sat down
graceful on a chair.
”I'm not so sure, William. I think I've
have a faint shadow about something
tocecelasan.”
”Yes. Given the root of the tree's root,” says
Julia Cavendish is vague, ”which stands out a lot above the ground, so it's easy we stumble on one of them. People could have fired shots at
sahsaran, then left a bullet in the gun. It was certainly very careless but most people were always careless. In my opinion, doing such a thing could have been an accident. After that people do regret it once, and will blame themselves.”
Voice disappeared. Her husband sat down
moved, without releasing his eyes from his wife. Then he spoke again, his voice remained calm and careful, ”Who should be... that target?”
Julia turned her head slightly towards her husband,
and looked at him in wonder.
”Peter Hamilton of course.”
”Ya, God, Julia..” William Cavendish cannot continue.
”Aduh, William,” said Julia with a serious face really, ”I'm very worried. Thinking Logdewood.”
”Oh. Logdewood again. You're thinking too much about Logdewood, Julia. Sometimes I think that's the only thing you really think about.”
”Soal Ryan and Shawn are the last ones. They were the last Cavendish. And Shawn can't be expected, William. He's never gonna get married because of his mother and about anything else. He'll inherit the land and the house when Ryan dies, and he won't marry, and me and you will be long dead
he had not yet become middle-aged. He is the one who will spare the last of Cavendish's descendants, and all will be lost.”
”So big does that mean, Julia?”
”Of course it means a lot! It's Logdewood!”
”Actually it's better if you were born
as a boy, Julia.”
But William smiled to himself. Because he didn't
can imagine another Julia, except this very feminine Julia.
”Everything depends on whether or not Ryan is married, while Ryan is very hard on the situation. His long head was like my father's. I wish she could forget about Graciela, and marry another sweet girl. But now I see it's like there's no hope. I think the dark relationship between Graciela and Peter will go on as usual. Heedfully
peter's dark relationship never happened
long-lasting. But a few nights ago, I saw the way Peter looked at Graciela. She really loved Graciela if Peter were no more, I think Graciela would marry Ryan. Graciela is not a person who likes to linger long
save memories and hide in the past. So, in conclusion.exclude Peter Hamilton. ”
"Julia! You're not... What have you done,
Julia?” Julia Cavendish. The removal of two stems of orchid flowers that have withered from the vase.
”My darling,” said, ”you didn't think that
I shot Peter? I once had a stupid thought about an accident.
But then I remembered that we were the ones who had
peter Hamilton is the one who wants to come alone. We can't possibly invite someone, and then contemplate an accident. So, don't worry, William.”
Julia Cavendish stood up, looking at her husband with a cheerful and loving smile.
Her husband said, ”I'm always worried about you, Julia."
