Three Character Girl

Quarry

"The mine is located in the interior of Burma, about two hundred miles from Rangoon to the interior. Discovered in the fifteenth century by the Chinese and excavated until the time of the rebellion of the Muslims.

The mine was abandoned in 1868. The Chinese took a large amount of lead silver ore at the top of the ore body, melted it down to take the silver, leaving the tin-containing ore pulp.

The mine was later discovered by Burmese workers. But, the excavations were already filled with water and batubatu urukan. As a result, the attempt to find the source of the ore was futile.

A lot of squads were sent by syndicates and they've been digging extensively, but this tantalizing lead nobody's got yet

 . Later, one of the syndicate's representatives kissed a trace of a Chinese family who were thought to still be keeping records of the mine situation. That time the head of the family was Wu Ling."

"A very interesting commercial romance story" I commented. "Yes, right" Rani, romance stories can be created without beautiful blonde girls - sorry I was wrong; it's the red hair that always makes you so passionate. You remember - "

"Keep telling the story," my sergeant hurriedly. "Well, fellas, they're approaching Wu Ling. He was a valued and highly respected merchant in the province where he lived. Soon he claimed to have the documents in question and was ready to conduct a transaction selling the securities. But Wu Ling was only willing to deal with the company leaders. Finally it was decided Wu Ling had to go to England to meet the directors of an important company.

"Wu Ling set off on the steamship Assunta, which docked at Southampton's dock on a cold, foggy November morning. One of the directors, Mr. Pearson, picked him up. By the time Pearson arrived, Wu Ling had already arrived before and left for London on his own on a special train. Pearson returned somewhat exasperated as he had no idea where the Chinese were staying. The company's office was contacted by Wu Ling, who was staying at the Russell Square Hotel. After the voyage he was a little unwell, but was definitely able to attend the board meeting held the next day. "The meeting will begin at 11:00. At 11:30 Wu Ling had yet to appear as well. Therefore, the council secretary contacted the Russell Square Hotel and was told that Wu Ling was out with a friend at 10:30. Looks like the Chinese went to attend the meeting. The morning passed without Wu Ling present. Maybe he got lost because he was blind about London. However, late at night he did not return to the hotel. Now, out of concern, Pearson is handing the matter over to the police. The next day there was still no trace of this missing person. By nightfall the next day, a body was found floating in the River Thames, and was identified as Wu Ling's poor corpse. Neither in the bodies of the victims nor in the hotel room were found files relating to the tin mine.

"That's when I got involved in it. Pearson called. While he was still deeply shaken by Wu Ling's death, he was eager to obtain the documents that were the purpose of the deceased's visit to England. The main desire of the police, of course, is to trace the trail of the killer - the document becomes the second consideration. Pearson wants me to cooperate with the police while acting in the company's interest.

"Without asking so much I agree. There are two areas I need to investigate. I can check with the company employees who are aware of the arrival of this Chinese and the ship passengers who may know of Wu Ling's mission. I started with the latter, as a narrower scope of investigation. I met Inspector Miller who was in charge of dealing with this murder - another person altogether with our friend Japp; haughty, his attitude was not commendable, and irresistible. Together we interviewed the crew. There is little they can say.

At that time the belief that if one of them was involved, it must be Dyer.

He is known to be a member of a Chinese criminal group, so he deserves to be suspected.

"Our next step was to visit the Russell Square Hotel. They immediately recognized Wu Ling from his portrait. Then we showed him a picture of Dyer, but we were disappointed that the doorman insisted he was not the one who came to the hotel that fateful morning. After some thought, I took out a picture of Lester. How surprised I was because the doorman immediately recognized him.

"'Right, sir, ' he said convincingly, 'he was the man who entered at 10:30 and asked Mr. Wu Ling. After that they went out together.'

"There's already a bright spot. Then we interviewed Charles Lester. He met us with a very open attitude. He was saddened to hear of Wu Ling's death being so quick and ready to help us as best he could. The story goes as follows: By agreement, he came to the hotel at 10:30 to pick up Wu Ling. But, Wu Ling himself did not show himself. Instead, it was the servant who came out and explained that his employer was forced to leave earlier and offered to take Lester to where his employer was. Not suspicious at all, Lester agreed. Then the Chinese waiter came out looking for a taxi. They took a taxi for a while, heading towards the pier. Suddenly, Lester changed his mind into disbelief. The taxi stopped and he got off regardless of the servant's protest. According to him, that was all he knew. "In an attitude as if satisfied, we say thank you and ask for ourselves. It was soon proved that Lester's confession was incorrect. Firstly, Wu Ling had no servants, neither on board nor in the hotel. Second, the taxi driver who delivered them gave a statement that Lester did not leave the taxi on the trip. Instead, he and the Chinese man went to a less than commendable place in Limehouse, just in the heart of Chinatown. The place to go is more or less known as a goat-class opium nest. The two entered - and roughly an hour later the British man - identified by his photo - came out alone and asked the driver to take him to a nearby underground station. "The reputation of Charles Lester is being investigated. It is known that he was in deep debt and secretly loved to gamble, although his character was not reprehensible. Of course Dyer did not escape observation. There was a small chance he was disguised as the other person, but this thought proved completely unreasonable. His alibi during that fateful day was quite strong. The owner of the opium nest, of course, denies all the accusations with East Asian calm. He had never seen Charles Lester. No two men visited his place that morning. Anyway, the police were mistaken because the place was never used to smoke opium.

"The denial of the owner of the opium den, despite his good intentions, did little to help Lester. He was arrested on charges of killing Wu Ling. His property was inspected, but not a single letter related to the mine was found. The owner of the opium den is also thrown into prison. But, the search of his residence did not result in anything. Not a single piece of opium was found by police. "

Meanwhile, Pearson was agitated. He was pacing around in my room while moaning. "

'You must find an idea, Commissioner Saga!' he kept pushing me. 'You must have found the idea, right"'

"'Of course, ' I replied carefully. 'That's exactly the problem - having too many ideas, not even focusing in one direction.' "'For example"' urged.