Bloody Weekend
Chapter 58
”He's old,” think Eloise Hope. ”Hairline
it had started to gray, his face was already a lot of wrinkles. But he has a magical appeal. He will always have that attraction.”
With a smooth Julia Cavendish said, ”I want you to do something for me.”
”Ya, Mistress?”
”First time, I have to talk to you
about Peter Hamilton.”
”About Doctor Hamilton?”
”Yes. In my opinion, the only thing to do is to end everything. You certainly understand my point, don't you?”
”I'm not sure if I understand what you mean, Mrs Cavendish.”
Lucy threw her sweet smile again at Eloise, and pinched the sleeve of Eloise's shirt with her long, white hands.
”Miss Hope is good, you know very well. The police will
trying to find who the owner of the fingerprint. They won't find it, and eventually they'll have to put an end to all this. But I'm worried that you won't
ends.”
”No, Mistress, I won't end it,”
eloiseHope said steadily.
”I guessed so too. That's why I came here. You want the truth, don't you?”
”Sure I want the truth.”
”Their description is not clear enough for you. I want to know why you don't want to end this. It must not be for the sake of prestige or because you want the murderer to be hanged, I always assume that hanging is very unpleasant, such as
in the middle ages only. I think the reason is simply because you want to know. You certainly understand what I mean, don't you? If you want to know the truth, if you've been told the truth, I think you might be satisfied. Will you be satisfied, Miss Hope?”
”Do you offer to tell
the truth on me, Mrs Cavendish?"
The woman nodded.
”So you yourself know the truth?”
Julia Cavendish opened her eyes wide.
”Oh, yes, I have known for a long time. Now I want to
tell it to you. But we must agree that after that, all is considered finished.”
He smiled at Eloise. What a sweet smile.
”Will you accept my offer, Miss Hope?”
It was hard for Eloise Hope to say, ”No, no,
Madam, I did not accept the offer.”
Actually in his heart Eloise Hope wanted to think everything was done.
Julia Cavendish sat motionless for some time.
Then he lifted his eyebrows.
”I want to know,” said. ”I want to know if
You are really aware of your actions that.”
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Amy, who was lying with her eyes open in the dark, turned back restlessly on her pillow. He heard the door lock rotated, the footsteps of people in the hallway of the house outside, through the door of his room.
Amy immediately turned on the lamp next to her, then took a quick look at the clock next to the lamp on the table.
Four o'clock, less fifteen.
Ryan passed through his room and went downstairs
at this hour. How strange.
Last night they all went to bed early, at half eleven. He himself did not sleep. He just lay flat on his bed, with a smoldering eyelid and a sore head, feeling like he was about to break.
Heard the clock downstairs, and the sound
an owl outside his bedroom window. He also felt that depression reached a low point at three in the morning. And he thought, ”I can't stand it. I can't stand it. Tomorrow will come one more day. Day by day that I have to live.”
He was driven from Logdewood because of it
his own actions, of all the beautiful and dear ones he had in Logdewood, could actually be his.
But better to be driven, better lonely, more
living a boring life and not
interesting than living with Ryan who always
plagued by Graciela's shadow. Until the events in the forest, he did not know that he could feel so jealous.
After all, Ryan never said he loved her. Love and kindness. But Ryan never pretended to give more than that.
And Amy has accepted that limit. But after realizing what it means to live side by side with a Ryan who thinks and his heart is still always haunted by Graciela, then he knows that for him affection alone is not enough.
Ryan walked through the door of his room, and then
get off the front stairs. How strange. Where'd he go?
Amy became agitated. There's a lot of anxiety he's feeling in The Blossom right now. What's Ryan gonna do downstairs this morning?
Did he go outside?
Finally, he could not stand to stay in his room. He baengun, wearing a kimono, then by carrying a flashlight, opened the door of his room and went out to the door of the house.
It's still very dark. There are no lights
ignited. Amy turned to the left, and arrived at the head of the stairs. Down below, it's all dark anyway. He came down the stairs with a run, and a moment of worry, he gave a lamp in the front room. All deserted. The front door is still tightly closed and locked. Try opening
side door. It's also locked.
Well, Ryan's not out. Where is he?
Then he lifted his head, and he snorted.
There's a strange smell. A very faint smell of gas.
The door on the outside of the kitchen opened slightly. He entered that door. From the open kitchen door, there was a faint light, shining. The smell of gas is getting stronger.
Amy ran as hard as she could along the hallway, then into the kitchen. Ryan was lying on the floor, his chest in a fully opened gas oven.
Amy is a quick and practical girl.
The first thing he did was open the width of the window. He can't open the glass window. So, bandaged
he met it with a washcloth, and broke the window glass. Then, while breathing out, it bursts and pulls and
I dragged Ryan's body out of the gas oven, then turned off the gas tap.
Ryan was unconscious, and his breathing was tight. But Amy
knew that he wouldn't faint for long. Maybe he just got into that oven. The wind blowing through the window towards the open door quickly puffed the gas vapour outwards. Amy drags Ryan to a place near jenedela, where the air enters freely. Throw the young man's body into his strong arms.
He called his name, began to slow the land, and,
then it grew louder and louder with despair.
