Bloody Weekend
Chapter 60
Then he just slid away. William Cavendish turned around in a growl. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he woke up again suddenly.
”Am I dreaming?” muttered. ”Or what
Julia really went in earlier and talked about the gas oven?”
Outside, in the hallway of the house, Julia Cavendish goes into
the kitchen, then attacked the kettle on the gas stove. He knows that people sometimes like
miyenum dawn tea as it is today. Feeling himself righteous, he returned to his bed and placed his head on a pillow, satisfied with life and himself.
Ryan and Amy in Lodgewood, preliminary examination completed. He will go to see Miss Hope and will talk to her. A good and beautiful woman.
Suddenly another thought came into his head. It
sitting up straight on his bed.
”I'm curious,” he said to himself, ”does he remember on that one?”
He got out of his bed and walked along the hallway to Graciela's room. As usual, he had already begun to say the word before it could be heard by the concerned.
”...And I suddenly remembered, darling, that you
maybe that forgetfulness.”
With sleepy Graciela muttering, ”Demi
God, Julia, not even a bird has woken up!”
”Oh, I know, Honey. It's still very early morning, but last night there was a lot of interference going on, Ryan with the gas oven, and Amy with the broken kitchen ceiling, and I thought about what I would say to Miss Hope, and so on..”.
”Sorry, Julia, everything you said was messed up
once. Just later.”
”Only about that gun holster, My dear.
I thought maybe you didn't remember the holster.”
”Sarung?” Graciela was sitting upright in her seat. He's awake right away. He arrived fully aware.
”What's with the gun holster?”
”William's gun is in the sheath. But the scabbard wasn't found anywhere. And maybe of course no one remembers that, but otherwise there may be people who remember..”.
Graciela jumped out of her bed, then said, ”There's always been something people forget about, so people say! And that's right!”
Julia Cavendish returned to her room.
He got into bed, and immediately went to sleep
and the water in a kettle on a gas stove boils and boil continuously.
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Natasha rolled over to the edge of her bed, then
dueduk on his bed.
His head is better now. He didn't go on a picnic with the others. It feels peaceful and comforting to be alone in this house.
Alice is good, very good and well especially starting. At first he was urged to have breakfast in bed only, and food was delivered to him.
Everyone urged him to sit in the most comfortable chair. He was told to raise his feet, not to do what needed energy.
They all felt sorry for him with Peter's death. He also received a good attitude to protect it, and felt very grateful. He doesn't want to
thinking, not feeling, not remembering.
But now he felt he had to start living again, had to
what he will do, live where.
Alice began to show her impatience. ”Aduh, Natasha, don't be so slow!” said, for example.
They all thought he was slow and stupid. Nobody says like Peter, ”I'll take care of you Natasha.”
His head hurt again, and Natasha thought, ”I'll make my own tea.”
He then went into the kitchen, then attacked the kettles. As the water was about to boil, he heard the front door bell ringing.
The servants are being shut down. Natasha went to
the door and open it. He was surprised to see Graciela's luxurious car parked on the edge of the sidewalk, and Graciela herself standing at the door.
”Wah, Graciela!” yells. He retreated one or two
step. ”Mari in. My brother and my son are out.”.
Graciela interrupted briefly.
”Good. I'm thrilled. I really want to meet
with yourselves. Listen to me, Natasha, what are you doing with that gun holster?”
Natasha chokes. His eyes suddenly appeared
hamepa, empty, and do not understand. ”Guns?” tanyakanya.
Then opened the door to the right of the front room
that's.
”You better get in. But it's a little dusty. Soal
we didn't have time to clean it this morning.”
Graciela interrupted again urgently.
”Listen to me, Natasha,” said, ”you must
tell him to me right now. Everything's done, the holster of the gun. Trust me, the secret is sealed. No one can confuse you with that. Just chill. I found the gun, where you hid it in the bush, near the fish pond.
Then I hid it somewhere, somewhere you couldn't possibly hide it, and on that gun were fingerprints they'd never recognize. So, now the problem is just the sheath. I should know, though,
you're saving that stuff.”
He stopped and prayed really
let Natasha quickly react. He did not understand why this urge was on
himself. Though his car was not followed by the police it was confirmed. He began taking the road to London, then filled up with gasoline, and said that he would go to London. Then, after some distance, he turned across the countryside, until he arrived at the main road leading to the south coast.
Natasha was still looking at him. Trouble with
Natasha is she's too slow, Graciela thought.
”If the goods are still with you, Natasha, you must give them to me. I'll find a way to remove his tracks. You know, that's the only thing that might connect you to Peter's death. Is it still you?”
It was quiet for a while, then Natasha nodded weakly.
”Don't you know that keeping things is crazy crazy?” Graciela could barely hide her impatience and frustration at Natasha.
”I forgot. It's upstairs, in my room.”
He added, ”Time the police came to this house
, the holster was cut in half, then I put it in a bag containing my leather goods.”
”Show good are you Natasha,” said Graciela calmly.
”I'm not as stupid as people think I am, Graciela ” Natasha said.
He gripped his neck. Say, ”Peter... Peter!” Voice disconnected.
”I understand, Honey, I understand,” said Graciela.
