Bloody Weekend
Chapter 54
”I will state that you are in
the cottage was on a Sunday after eleven o'clock in the afternoon, at which time Morris brought out the dirty glass from the rest house. You stand on that table, watching someone, or waiting for someone, and without
you know you take out a pencil, and draw it
a cherry tree without realising what you are doing.”
”I'm not in the resting lodge on
sunday. I sat on the outside veranda for a while, then I took the garden basket and went to the daisy bed. I cut off the shoots, and tied up some of the untidy stems of peony flowers. At twelve o'clock I went to the fish pond. I told Inspector Larkspur. I never came near the fish pond before one o'clock, shortly after Peter was caught.”
”That's your story,” says Eloise Hope. ”But this sakura tree , Miss Hope, provides evidence that is very burdensome to you.”
”I was in the rest house, and I
shoot Peter. That's what you mean?”
”You were there, and you shot Dr. Hamilton, or you were there and you saw who shot Dr. Hamilton, or someone who knows about this sakura tree is there, and purposely draws it on that table to drop charges on you.”
Graciela. He turned to face Eloise
with chin raised.
”You still suspect that I shot Peter Hamilton. You think you can confirm that I shot him. Well, I told you this. You'll never be able to stop it. No will!”
”You think you're smarter than me?”
”You can never prove it,” says
Graciela. Then he turned around, and walked past the winding path, which led to a fish pond.
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Larkspur walks into Eloise Hope's house to have tea with her. The tea was exactly as he had expected and the tea was liquid once, and the Chinese tea again.
”This stranger doesn't know how
made tea, and could not be taught,” thought Larkspur.
But he doesn't care much. He is pessimistic. In such circumstances, one thing that does not satisfy him is precisely so to provide a variety of bitter satisfaction.
He said, ”Pending preliminary examination
it's going to last three more days, and what have we done? There's absolutely nothing! This fucking village and with its forests that cover vast hectares. It takes an army to explore it carefully.
It's not like looking for a needle in a pile of dry grass. That thing could be anywhere. Anyway kit has to face that reality. Maybe we'll never find that gun.”
”You will find it,” says Eloise de ⁇ ngan
definitely.
”Well, it's not because we are lacking
jerking off!”
”You will find it, sooner or later. And I think it could be even faster. Want another cup of tea?”
”Mau. No, do not use hot water,”
”Is it not too thick?”
”Oh, no, not too thick.” Inspector Larkspur was aware of his reproachful tone.
that's. ”This matter irritates me, Miss Hope really irritates me! I don't understand why people are here. They seem to like helping, but it turns out that everything they tell us turns out to be misleading.”
”Missing?” ask Eloise. Her eyes
imagine the surprise. ”Yes, I understand. Misleading...”.
The inspector is upset.
”The gun, for example. According to medical testimony, Hamilton was shot just minutes before
you arrived. Julia Cavendish carried the egg, Miss West carried a garden basket full of dried flowers, and Ryan Cavendish wore a loose-fitting shooting suit, with a large pocket filled with bullets. Any one of them could have escaped the gun. It was not hidden near the fish pond. My men have checked the place
meticulously and meticulously, so it's definitely impossible to miss.”
Eloise nodded. Larkspur spoke up.
”Natasha Hamilton has been the victim of accusations
phoney. By who? In this case, every petunjuk
the one I followed seemed to just disappear.”
”What is the story of how they
spending time in the morning is satisfying?”
”The story itself is okay. Miss West
gardening. Julia Cavendish collects eggs. Ryan Cavendish and William Cavendish
shoot, then split up after noon. William Cavendish returns home, while Ryan Cavendish descends into a fish pond through the woods. Another young man, Shawn Cavendish, was in his bedroom reading a book. It was a strange place to read on such a sunny day. But he says he likes to stay at home with books. Then Miss Owen took the book to the orchard. It all sounds so natural and reasonable, and it no longer needs to be investigated. Morris sent a tray of glasses outside, to the rest house, about eleven o'clock. He could not say where the guests were or what they were doing. Subjectly
rough, there's something incriminating them all.”
”Is that?”
”Sure. But the most suspect is
Karen Clark's. He had a fight with Hamilton, he,
he hated the man's courage. It's possible he shot him, but I can't find the slightest evidence that he shot Hamilton. There is no evidence that he had the opportunity to steal the gun from William Cavendish's collection. No one saw him come or leave the fish pond that day. While the missing gun is absolutely not on him now.”
”Oh, have you convinced yourself about it?"
”What do you think? We can actually
a search, but it's not necessary. He's got a good attitude about it. It wasn't anywhere in that little flower. Subsequent to
the preliminaries were postponed, we continued to follow Miss Clark and Miss West, wherever they went, and whatever they were
do so. We put someone to watch Karen. There was no sign that he was trying to discard or hide the gun there.”
”And Graciela West?”
”Nothing's there. He went straight back to Chelsea, and since then we have
keep watching. The gun wasn't in his studio or on him. He seems happy to have a search.
He seems amused. Some of his work frightened our men. He said he could not understand why people would make such things, statues filled with lumps and lumps , cut pieces of cloth and brass and aluminium are bent bent into a strange shape, fish that do not look like fish.”.
