Three Character Girl

Mademoiselle.

"Thank you for your kindness, Doctor," said Commissioner Saga. "Come on, Hastings, we'll follow in Mademoiselle's footsteps."

Commissioner Saga descended the path that crossed the garden, exited through the iron gate, passed through a piece of wooded land, and entered through the garden gate of Daisymead, a modest house on a land of about half an acre. There was a trail of footsteps of people running towards the door that was snapping at the window. Commissioner Saga nodded his head while following those footsteps. "That is the path that Mademoiselle Saintclair took. Those of us who are not in a hurry to seek help are better off taking the turn, towards the front door."

A maid accepted and took us to the sitting room. Then, he entered looking for Madame Oglander. Obviously this room hasn't been touched since last night. The ashes are still in the fireplace. The bridge table is still in the middle, and there is a statue whose hands are thrown down. The place was a bit crowded with worthless items. A number of unusually ugly family portraits adorn the walls. Commissioner Saga looked at the photos with a more tolerant attitude than me. Enforcement of several portraits hanging obliquely.

"La family's. Strong family ties, don't you think, Hastings. Feelings, more important than beauty." Rani agreed.

My eyeballs were fixated on a family of a cuddly man, a woman with towering front hair, a quiet boy wearing a thick suit, and two girls whose hair was tied with lots of ribbons.

Ranimeny concluded this photo was the face of the Oglander family in the past and studied it with interest. The door opened and a young woman came in. His dark hair was neatly arranged. She wore a reddish-gray sports coat and a wool down skirt. We looked at him with full investigation. Commissioner Saga stepped forward. "Miss Oglander" Forgive us for bothering you - especially after this event that you experienced. Last night must have been very disturbing."

"The incident confused us a bit" the young woman admitted with care. Ranimulai thought that this drama meant nothing to Miss Oglander, that her weak imaginary power overcame any tragedy as well. My confidence was strengthened because he said,

"I'm sorry, this room is still a mess stupid waitresses are right; they were immersed in last night's events."

"Your all night sitting here, n'est-ce fitting?"

"We were playing bridge after dinner when - "

"I'm sorry, how long have you guys been playing that time?"

"Well - "Miss Oglander is thinking.

"I really can't be sure. I guess it was about 22:00. We've had a few rounds."

"You yourself sit - where?"

"Facing window. I paired up with Mom and had already run one card, not a trump card. Suddenly, without any sign, the window opened and Miss Saintclair staggered in."

"I vaguely remember, his face was no longer unfamiliar."

"He's still here, right?"

"Yes. But he doesn't want to meet anyone. He's still very shaken."

"I think Miss Saintclair will be willing to meet us. Will you tell him that we came at the request of Prince Paul of Maurania?" I saw the prince's name somewhat shake Miss Oglander's composure. However, she complied with Commissioner Saga's request without saying any more words, and immediately returned to inform him that Mademoiselle Saintclair would accept us in her room. We followed Miss Oglander up the stairs, towards the brightly sized bedroom. On the couch by the window lay a woman who turned her head as we entered. The striking differences between the two women immediately caught my attention; the more striking it was because the faces and skin tones were actually the same - but, they were very different! All the views or movements of Valerie Saintclair reveal her inner shock. It looks like he is daydreaming. A dark red house dress of flannel material covers her legs - really a house dress. However, his personal charm gives an exotic touch to the clothes he wears, so it looks like an Eastern robe with sparkling colors. His dark eyeballs were glued to Commissioner Saga.

"You came at Paul's request?" his voice was in harmony with his appearance - full and uninspired.

"Yes, Mademoiselle. I'm here to help him - and you."

"What do you want to know?" "Everything that happened last night. Everything!" Valerie threw a somewhat tired smile. "You think I'm going to lie" I'm not stupid. I know there is nowhere to hide. The dead man knows my secret. Threatened me. For Paul's sake, I tried hard to come to an agreement with him. I can't risk losing Paul. Now he is dead and I am safe. But, I didn't kill him because of that." Commissioner Saga shook his head while smiling. "That's not necessary you say to me, Mademoiselle. Tell me what happened last night." "I offered him some money. He seems ready to talk about it. He set the time last night, at 21:00. I have to go to Mon Desir. This place is no stranger to me because I have been there. I ordered him to enter the library by the side door so the servants wouldn't see me coming." "Sorry, Mademoiselle. Aren't you afraid to go there alone?" My shadow alone or there really was a pause before Miss Saintclair replied"

"Maybe I'm scared. But, you know, no one can accompany me. And I was in a state of despair. Reedburn invited me to the library. Oh, that man! I'm glad he's dead! He played me, like a cat playing with a mouse. He ridiculed me, but I begged him. I offer you all the jewels I have. Just futile. Then, he mentioned the conditions he set himself. Maybe you can guess those terms. Of course I refused. I express my opinion about him. I maki-maki him. He still smiled calmly. Then, when I stopped scolding her, a voice rang out - from behind the window curtain.... He heard it too. He went to the curtain and opened it wide. A man was hiding there - his face was scary, like a tramp. The guy hits Reedburn - again, and Reedburn falls. The vagrant gripped me with his blood-stained hand. I managed to escape, slipped through the window, and ran for my life. Then, I saw the light from inside this house and ran here. Curtain rolled up. I saw some people playing bridge. I almost fell when I entered the room. I can only mutter 'Murder'. Then everything was dark - "

"Thank you, Mademoiselle. That incident must have shaken you. Can you describe that bum" You remember the clothes he was wearing back then?"

"No. It happened so fast. But I know that person when I meet. His face is already ingrained in my mind." "One more question, Mademoiselle. Another window curtain, a window facing the street, closed or open?" For the first time confusion crawled the dancer's face. He seems to be trying to remember. "How, Mademoiselle?" "I guess, almost certainly - yes, I'm sure! The curtain is not closed." "This is suspicious because the other curtains are closed. No why. It's not very important. You're gonna stay here a long time, Mademoiselle?" "According to the doctor I'm well enough to go home tomorrow." Miss Saintclair looked around the room. Miss Oglander is out.

"This family, they're very kind - but they're other than my world. I made them shaken. And for me - well, I don't like bourgeois people." Vague tones of bitterness underpin his speech. Commissioner Saga nodded.

"I understand. Hope these questions don't exhaust you too much." "Absolutely not, Monsieur. I just really expect Paul to know all this as soon as possible."

"Then, good day, Mademoiselle." At the time about to leave the room, Commissioner Saga paused for a moment and picked up a pair of slippers made of leather.

"Your spades, Mademoiselle?"