Three Character Girl

The Count de la Rochefour

The next few minutes Jane Mason came in. A hard-faced, emotionless noblewoman faced this tragedy, as a servant.

"I can ask you a little question" Was your employer mediocre before you took your trip yesterday" Not nervous or confused?"

"Oh, no, sir!"

"But, in Bristol it's another one altogether?"

"True, sir, he became so fretful, that it seemed that the Madam did not understand what he was saying."

"What did he really say?"

"As far as I can remember, the Madam said, 'Mason, I was forced to change my plans. Something happened - I mean, I'm not getting off here. I have to keep going. Put the luggage down and put it in storage. After that you can have tea and wait for me at the station.'"

"'Waiting here, ma'am"' I asked."

"'Yes, yeah. Do not leave the station. I'll be back by the next train. I don't know the time. But it won't be too late.'"

"'Well, ma'am, ' I said. Not in place I asked, even though I felt so strange."

"Not as usual, eh?"

"That's it, sir."

"What do you think?"

"Well, sir, I think the Madam's decision has something to do with the man in the room. The madam did not speak to him, but occasionally turned to him, as if asking if what the Madam said was true."

"You didn't see the man's face?"

"No. That long he stood his back to me."

"Can you describe it?"

"She wears a light-colored and peci deer coat. Her body was tall, slender, healthy, and the back of her head was dark."

"You don't know him?"

"No, I guess not, sir."

"Not your employer, Mr Carrington?" Mason seemed a little jolted.

"Oh, I don't think so, sir!"

"But you're not sure?"

"The postures of his body resemble those of Master - but all this time I never thought that man was Master. We rarely see Sir.... I can't be sure that he's not Master!" commissioner Saga picked up the safety pin from the carpet and frowned at the sight of the object. Then he said again,

"Maybe that man was on the train before Bristol, before you got to your master's room?" Mason thought.

"I think maybe, sir. My room was crowded, so it took me a few minutes before I made it out - then there was a crowd on the platform. It kind of held me back too. However, it meant that he only had a minute or two to speak to the Madam. I guess he's passing through the corridor."

"That's more likely, of course." commissioner Saga paused for a bit, still with a frown.

"You know how the Madam dresses, sir?"

"The papers explain a little, but I want you to make sure."

"Hmm, kind of flashy."

"Indeed," said Halliday. "Inspector Alex hopes this striking outfit helps us pinpoint where the killings took place. Whoever looks at his shirt remembers."

"Composed! Thank you, Mademoiselle." The waiter left the room.

"Well," said commissioner Saga hurriedly standing up.

"This is all I can do here - except, Monsieur, I beg you to tell me everything. Everything."

"I told you everything." "You sure?"

"Truly sure."

"Then, there's nothing to talk about anymore. I refuse to take this case."

"Why?"

"Because you haven't been frank."

"I assure you - "

"No, there's something you're hiding." Silent moment.

Then Halliday took out a paper from his pocket and handed it to my best friend.

"I guess this is what you're looking for, Monsieur commissioner Saga - although the way you know it pisses me off!" commissioner Saga smiled, unfolding the paper.

A letter written in thin and slanted handwriting.commissioner Saga read it aloud. Ch's?re Madame, I'm so excited to see you again. After receiving your very friendly reply to the letter, I could hardly be patient anymore. Those days in Paris have never escaped my memory. Too bad you have to leave London tomorrow. In any case, soon enough, and perhaps sooner and later than you think, I will be able to look at the woman whose shadow has reigned in my heart. Believe, ch?re madame, will my deepest affection and my unchanging feelings - Armand de la Rochefour While bowing commissioner Saga returned the letter to Halliday. "Monsieur, I guess you didn't know that your daughter wanted to mend her relationship with the Count de la Rochefour?"

"This news is like lightning for me! I found this letter in Flossie's handbag. Perhaps you know, Monsieur commissioner Saga, this man called Count is the most dickhead adventurer." commissioner Saga asserted.

"But, I want to know how you found out about this letter?" commissioner Saga smiled. "Monsieur, actually I don't know. However, following the trail and recognizing cigarette dust is not enough for a detective. He also needs to be a good psychologist. I know you don't like and don't trust your daughter-in-law. He profited by your daughter's death; the servant's depiction of the mysterious man shows a strong resemblance to him. However, you are not interested in following in his footsteps! Wh why? It must be because your suspicions are directed at someone else. That's why I suspect you're hiding something."

"You're right, Monsieur commissioner Saga. Before finding this letter, I was convinced Rupert was at fault. This letter makes me very nervous."

"really. The count said, 'It won't be long, and it may be sooner than you think.' Obviously he doesn't want you to smell his presence back. Who left London by train at 12:14 and passed through the corridor to your daughter's sleeping compartment" I remember Count de la Rochefour also being tall and dark-skinned?" The billionaire nodded.

"Well, Monsieur, good afternoon. I guess Scotland Yard has a list of those gems?"

"Yes. Inspector Alex is here. You want to see him?"

***

Alex is an old friend of ours. He greeted commissioner Saga with a familiar temptation.

"How are you, Monsieur" There are no bad feelings between us, even if our views are different. How are those 'small brain cells'" just getting better?" commissioner Saga smiled cheerfully at Alex.

"The cells are still working, good Alex. It's still working."

"Then, fine. Think killer. Your Highness Rupert or an asshole" We're watching all over the place, so we'll find out if the gems are for sale. For sure, whoever the killer was, he wouldn't keep the jewels to admire his brilliance. Impossible! I'm trying to figure out where Rupert Carrington was yesterday. There seems to be a little mystery. I've got people watching him."

"Excellent preventive measures. Honey, it might have been too late, too late," commissioner Saga softly expressed his opinion.

"Always you're happy to joke, Monsieur commissioner Sagaris Saga. Ah, I'm going to Paddington. Bristol, Weston, Taunton, that's my route. See you soon."