Three Character Girl

Bright Point

"Please sit down, Mademoiselle."

He took a chair and kept a veil covering his face. Her face was dazzling, though full of tears, and as if haunted by overwhelming anxiety. "Monsieur," he said.

"I know you're on vacation now. You are therefore free to handle personal cases. You understand, I don't want to call the police." Rani shakes.

"I'm afraid this request of yours is impossible for me to fulfill, Mademoiselle. Even though I was on vacation, I was still part of the police force." He leaned his body forward.

"Boxse, Monsieur. I'd just like you to investigate. Regarding the results of that investigation, you are completely free to report it to the police. If what I believe to be true, we're gonna need all the law enforcement." This explanation affected me and Rani to fulfill her request without any more fuss. His face was a bit cheerful. "Thank you, Monsieur. Death M. Paul D's?rollard that's what I'm asking you to investigate."

"Comments?" rani was surprised.

"Monsieur, I know nothing - except my feminine instincts, but I believe and believe - that M. D's?roullard died unnaturally!"

"But, of course, the doctors - "

"The doctor could be wrong. He was so healthy, so strong. Ah, my commissioner Monsieur Saga begs you to help me - "The poor girl is almost out of control. He almost knelt in front of Rani.

Then Rani calms him down as much as possible.

"I'll help you, Mademoiselle. I'm somewhat convinced that your concerns are unwarranted, but we'll see. First of all I ask you to describe the occupants of the house."

"There are servants, of course. Jeannettes, F?licie, and Denise the cook. Denise has worked for years; others are just simple country girls. Is there Fran too?ois, but she's too old as a waitress. Then Monsieur D's mom?roullard and myself. My name is Virginie Mesnard. I'm Madame D's late cousin?roulard was poor; and I had been with them for three years. There were also two guests staying there."

"Who are they?"

"M. de Saint Alard, neighbor M. D's?roulard in France and an English friend, John Wilson."

"They're still there now?"

"Wilson, yes, but M. de Saint Alard came home yesterday."

"Then what are your plans, Mademoiselle?"

"If you're willing to come home in half an hour, I'll make an excuse to explain your arrival. I'd better introduce you as a journalist. I'd say that you came from Paris and brought an ID card from M. de Saint Alard. Madame D's health?roulard was very weak and he would not pay attention to the little things." That's how Raniditreima was in that house. After a brief interview with the deceased chief's mother - a woman with a noble and unusually imposing posture, despite her already fragile health - Ranibebas. He wondered to himself, Friend (follow commissioner Saga), whether you can imagine the difficulty of my task" There was a man who died three days ago. Had there been dirty play at that time, one possibility would have been acceptable - poisoning! Ranit had no chance to see his body. It is not possible to examine or analyze any means that may be used. There are no clues that can be taken into consideration. Was the deceased poisoned"

"Did he die a natural death" I, Hercule the commissioner of Saga, must conclude without any assistance. First I interviewed the servants. With their help Ranimer summed up the events of that night. The soup was taken by M. D's?roullard from a large bowl. The next menu is a meat and chicken side dish. Finally fruit. All set up at the table and Monsieur D?roullard took it himself. Coffee is in a big pot.

"There is nothing, my friend - if you want to poison someone, you must poison the others too!" After dinner, Madame D?roulard entered his apartment accompanied by Mademoiselle Virginie. The three men moved to M's study. D's?rouland. There they chatted for a while when suddenly, without any sign, the police chief fell to the floor. M. de Saint Alard rushed outside and told Fran?ois picked up the doctor. According to him, it must be ayan's attack. But, when the doctor came, the patient was no longer helped. John Wilson, whom I knew by Mademoiselle Virginie, was middle-aged, and he was large and well-built. The story - spoken in French with a strong English accent - is more or less the same as the story of the servants. "Face M. D's?roulard turned red once, then he fell."

Nothing can be found there anymore. Then Rani went to the place where the tragedy happened, the victim's workroom, and asked to be left alone there. So far no one has supported Mademoiselle Mesnard's theory. Inevitably Rani concluded that his theory was just a delusion. Obviously the girl loved the deceased so she could not accept this event reasonably.

But I found no sign of anything supporting this theory. I desperately threw my body into the chair.

"Enfin, I'm leaving this thing!" rani exclaimed loudly.

"No sign anywhere! Everything is natural." At the time of saying these words my gaze was fixed on a large box of chocolate candy located on a table near Rani.

Rani's heart surged with excitement. The box may show no sign of anything in connection with M's death. D's?rollard, but at least this is unnatural. Rani lifted the lid of the box. It was full, untouched; not a single piece of chocolate was missing yet - but it made an oddity that caught my attention even more. The box itself is pink, but the lid is blue.

Often people see blue ribbons on pink squares or vice versa, but boxes with other colored lids do not. Sure - ?a ne se voit - jamais! Ranibel hadn't seen that this trivial discovery would be useful to me. Even so, I decided to investigate because of his peculiarity.

Rani ringing the bell calling Fran?ois, and asked him in case his late master liked to eat sweets. A faint melancholic smile formed on his lips.

"It's so nice, Monsieur. You always have a box of chocolates in this house. Master doesn't drink wine at all."

"But the chocolate in this box hasn't been touched yet?" Rani lifts the lid of the box to show its full contents.

"Sorry, Monsieur. This is a new box of chocolates purchased the day you died. The old one's almost done."

"The previous brown ran out on the day of his death" Rani said slowly.

"Come, Monsieur. The next morning I got the box empty and I threw it away." "Was M. D's?roulard ate chocolate all day?"

"It's usually after dinner." Rani started to see a bright spot.

"Fran?ois," I said, "can you keep a secret?"

"If necessary, Monsieur."

"Bon! Then, know me from the police service. Can you find the chocolate box before?" He left and a few minutes later brought back an object covered in dust. It looked like the brown box I was holding, except that the color of the box was blue and the lid was pink. Thank you to Fran?ois. I suggested once again that he be careful, and then I left the house on Avenue Louise as soon as possible. He went to the doctor who treated M. D's?rouland.

Dealing with him is a tough task for me. He hides himself behind an elusive array of scientific words, but I don't think he really understands the case. "Such events have happened quite often" he said when Raniagak succeeded in treating him.

"Sudden anger, overflowing emotions - after eating too much, c'est entendu - then with the overflowing of anger, blood flows to the head and pst! - that's how it is!"

"But, M. D's?roullard is not angry."

"No" I'm sure he's been arguing bitterly with M. de Saint Alard."

"Why?"