Bloody Weekend
Chapter 53
"What the hell are they looking for?” ask Ryan. ”Pistole
the one used to shoot Hamilton-was it?”
”I think so. They even broke into the house with search warrants. The inspector did apologize as much as he could with it. She's so embarrassed. I said, well, with all my pleasure. That's exciting too. They're looking for where. I followed them around, and I even showed them a place or two they hadn't thought of. But they found nothing. How disappointing. Poor Inspector Larkspur. He looks a little thin, and he pulls a string of whiskers on. His wife should have given him more nutritious food, given all the difficulties he had to endure. But I can imagine, his wife must be a woman who would rather take care of household furniture and children than cook delicious food for her husband. Oh, yeah, I remember, I had to see Mrs. Richmods. Funny to think why housekeepers don't like cops. The chocolate pudding last night was really bad. Pudding and cake can always show if the maker is unbalanced soul. If only Morris hadn't defended them, I'm sure half of them would've stopped by now. You'd better both go for a walk, and help the cops find the gun.”
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Eloise Hope was sitting on a bench, from where she could see a group of willow trees above the fish pond. He doesn't feel like he's violating people's territory, because Julia Cavendish has
allow it very sweet to walk anywhere and anytime in its territory.
The sweet attitude of Julia Cavendish is what Eloise Hope is currently thinking.
Once heard by him the crackling of twigs in the
on top of the tree, or seen a figure moving in the gap between the walnut trees below.
Shortly after, Graciela West came by
walkway, from the direction of the public road. He stopped for a while to see Eloise. Then he came and sat down near her.
”Good morning, Miss Hope. I just went to
your home. But you are out said your servant. You look like a sportsman. Are you leading the search? Inspector Larkspur has been very active. What are they looking for? The gun?”
”Yes, Miss West.”
”Do you think they will
meet her?”
”I think so. Maybe soon they'll be able to find the thing.”
Graciela looked at him with a questioning look.
”Then do you have a shadow on
where is that thing?”
”No. But I think it will be found soon. It's time that it was found.”
”Your words are very strange, Miss Hope!”
”It's weird stuff always happening here. Very soon you're back from London, Miss West."
Graciela's face became stiff. He laughed bitterly
just sec.
”Killers always return to the scene of crime
happen. That's according to old beliefs, isn't it? So you keep thinking that I am the one who
treat it! You don't believe me when I say that I won't... that I can't kill anyone?”
Eloise did not immediately answer. He finally said
while pondering, ”Since the beginning, I've assumed that this murder was too
sederhana, very simple . Thus
simple, until it is difficult to believe it because it is so sad, Miss West, strangely it can be very disappointing. Otherwise, murder is extraordinarily complicated. My reason is that we fight against a brain that is able to stand up, and is able to find things full of tricks, so that every time we seem to find the truth, it is, but it turns out that we are brought back to a path that deviates from the truth, directed to a point that ends in oblivion. That obvious loyalty, that endless aridity, that
right and it's artificial, it's planned. There was a very clever and clever brain, plotting against us all this time, and he succeeded.”
”So?” graciela. ”What does all that have to do with me?”
creative person, Miss West.”
”I understand. So I'm the brain?”
Graciela didn't say anything else, her lips
close tight with bitter. From the pocket of his jacket he took out a pencil, then with a fad he drew an imaginary tree on the white-painted wooden bench. It was done while frowning. Eloise. Something touches
his memory of the time he stood in Julia Cavendish's main living room in the evening, when the event occurred. He was looking down, looking at
setumipuk card game records. Then as he stood by the painted iron table, in the rest house the next morning, and the question he asked Morris.
Then he said, ”That's what you drew on your card game registrar , a tree.”
”Ya.” Graciela suddenly realized what she was doing
doing so. ”This is a cherry tree, Miss Hope.”
Then he laughed.
”Why do you call a sakura tree?”
Graciela then explains the origin of the sakura tree name.
”So if you cross out the scribble, always the cherry tree that you describe?”
”Yes. Scribbling is a strange habit, a strange one,
yes?”
”On this bench, on the card game record on
night Last Sunday, and at the retreat house on Sunday morning..”.
Graciela's hand holding a pencil arrived
crunch, then stop drawing. ”At home
resting?” ask him with a tone of heeuran.
”Yes, in the round iron table there.”
”Oh, it's definitely on.. on Saturday afternoon.”.
”Not on Saturday afternoon. When Morris was delivering glasses to the cabin, it was about eleven o'clock at noon on Sunday, there was no picture on the table. I asked Morris, and he was pretty sure about it.”
”Then, that's sure,” , he's worried about ,
”ya, of course on Sunday afternoon.”
But, while still smiling pleasantly, Eloise Hope shook her head.
”I don't think so. Larkspur's men stayed in the fishpond all afternoon Sunday, making pictures of the bodies, removing the pistols from the water. After dusk, they left. They must have seen every person who came into that house.”
Graciela said slow slow, ”Now I remember. I went there a little night huh after dinner.”.
Eloise Hope cut her words sharply.
”People don't doodle in the dark, Miss West. Do you want to tell me
that you go into the rest house at night, then stand by the table and draw a tree, without being able to see what you are drawing?”
Calmly Graciela said, ”I
tell the truth to you. It's only natural that you don't believe me. You have your idea of self. By the way, what is your idea?
