Three Character Girl

Donovans

Suddenly he realized what his smarter friend had just seen.

"God willing!" yells.

"This blood must have come from the flat." He paused while thinking about the possibilities implied in his words.

"You're sure this is - uh - blood?" tanyakanya.

"Not paint?" Donovan.

"blood. Right," he replied trembling.

They look at each other. The same thoughts clearly filled their respective brains. Jimmy was the one who spoke first.

"I guess," he sounded weird.

"Do you think we should - well - go down again - and - hhmmm look around" See if there's really nothing there, you understand?"

"How are the girls?"

"Don't say anything to them. Pat will soon be busy making omelettes for us. And when they wonder where we are, we're back."

"Oh, well, come on," Donovan responded.

"We have to get down. I'm sure there's nothing there."

But his tone was less convincing. The two got into the elevator and went down to the floor below. Without much difficulty they crossed the kitchen and once again turned on the sitting room lights.

"It's definitely in here" said Donovan,

"where - where I was exposed to blood. In the kitchen I didn't touch anything." He looked around him.

Jimmy did the same. And they both frowned. All seemed neat and ordinary, far from any impression of cruelty and blood.

Suddenly Jimmy catches his friend's arm hard.

"Look!"

Donovan's gaze followed the pointing finger and he shouted. From under the curtain poked a foot - the foot of a woman wearing leather shoes.

Jimmy walked up to the curtain and pulled him quickly. In the recess of the window curled up the body of a woman; next to her was a deep, dark puddle. He's dead, this is for sure.

Jimmy tried to pick up the body when Donovan stopped him.

"Wouldn't. It can't be touched until the police come."

"Police. Oh, of course you are. Donovan, what a terrible affair this is. Who do you think this woman is" Mrs Ernestine Grant?"

"looks. If there's anyone else in this flat, how come they're still calm."

"What are we gonna do?" Jimmy asked.

"Running outside and calling the police or just calling from Pat's flat?"

"I think it's better to call. Come on, we can get out the front door. We better not go up and down that foul-smelling elevator." Jimmy agrees.

Just as they were passing through the door, he hesitated.

"Attent. Don't you think one of us should stay here - to keep an eye out until the cops come?"

"Flatter, you are right. Then you stay, I'll go upstairs and call the police." Donovan ran quickly up the stairs and rang the bell. Pat opens the door, Pat is so beautiful with a flushed face and wears a cooking apron. Both of his eyes widened in surprise.

"You" How about Donovan, what's this" There's a question?" Donovan clasped Pat's hand.

"It's okay, Pat - it's just that we found something unpleasant in the flat downstairs. A woman - dead."

"Oh!" pat's mouth was gaping a little. "It's awful. Did he get a sudden bout of illness or some other reason?"

"Oh, Donovan!"

"I knew. So barbaric!" Pat's hands are still in Donovan's. Pat let it go - even now he's leaning on the man. Pat dear - how Donovan loves this girl. Does this girl care about herself" Sometimes Donovan thinks Pat is paying attention to her. Sometimes he worried about Jimmy Faulkener - the memory of Jimmy waiting below made him move with guilt.

"Baby, we need to call the police."

"Monsieur's right" chirped a voice behind him.

"In the meantime, while we wait for the police to come, maybe I can help a little." Pat and Donovan were standing at the door of the flat. Both look across. A body stood on the stairs, slightly above them. The shadow came down, approaching them. They stared at a small man with an unusually bushy mustache, an egg-shaped head. He wears shiny nightgowns, embroidered sandals. He bowed his body to Patricia.

"Mademoiselle," she said, "I - you know - am the resident of the flat above. I love being on high ground - in the sky - enjoying the views of London. I rented that flat under the name O'Connor. But I am not Irish. I have another name. That's why I offered to help you. Sorry."

With one wave he took out a card and gave it to Pat. The girl read it.

" Commissioner Saga. Oh!" Pat took a breath in admiration.

"Commissioner Saga! that's great" And you're really willing to help?"

"That's my wish, Mademoiselle. I almost offered my help before this." Pat looked confused.

"I hear you guys are confused how to get into your flat. In terms of unlocking, I am very skilled. Actually, I can open your door to it, but I'm hesitant to present myself. You'll definitely suspect me." Pat laughs.

"Well, Monsieur," Commissioner Saga told Donovan.

"Come in, I beg you, and call the police. I'm going down to the flat below." Pat went down the stairs with Commissioner Saga. They find Jimmy on guard, and Pat explains the presence of Commissioner Saga. Now it's Jimmy's turn to tell his adventures with Donovan to Commissioner Saga. The detective listened attentively.

"The door's not barred, as you say" You went into the kitchen, but the light's off." While talking Commissioner Saga stepped into the kitchen. His fingers pressed the light switch.

"Tiens! The voil? ce qui est curieux!" the thrill along with the lights.

"This light works now. I was astonished - "He asked them to shut up and listen carefully. Vaguely a voice breaks the silence - no one's snoring.

"Aah!" commissioner Saga said.

"La chambre de domestique." Rise of Commissioner Saga crossed the kitchen into a small quiet room, the outside of which led to the door. He opened the door and gave her a lamp.

The space is a kind of dog kennel designed by flat builders for humans to occupy. The whole floor is covered with a bed. On it was a pink-cheeked girl on her back with her mouth wide open, snoring calmly. Commissioner Saga turned off the lights and backed off.

"He's still sleeping" he explained.

"Let him sleep until the police come." Commissioner Saga returned to the sitting room. Donovan was already there.

"Police will be here soon" he said without breathing.

"We can't touch anything." The detective nodded.

"We don't touch, just look. That's all." He went into the room. Mildred's down with Donovan. The four young men stood at the door and watched Commissioner Saga with interest.

"Sir," said Donovan,

"i don't understand. I never go near the window how can my hand get bloodied?"

"Young man, the answer is in front of you. What color is that tablecloth. Red, yes" Surely you put your hand on the table."

"really. Is that - ?" Donovan stop. Commissioner Saga nodded. He was leaning over the table. A dark field above the red color.

"This is where the crime was committed" he said seriously.

"Then the body was moved." Commissioner Saga stood up straight, slowly observing the surroundings of the room without moving and holding anything. Even so, these four people felt as if every object in a rather stuffy and hot place was opening a secret to the two sharp eyes of Commissioner Saga. Hercule Commissioner Saga nodded, as if satisfied. Sighing he said, "I know." "You know what?" ask Donovan to know. "I'm sure you feel it too. This room is full of furniture." With regret Donovan smiled.

"I did sneak in earlier," he admitted.

"It felt like everything else from Pat's room and I didn't realize it."

"Not all" Commissioner Sagaris Saga said. Donovan looked at it with an explanation.