Three Character Girl

Double Crime

"Of course" said Commissioner Saga.

"Preferably so. M. Faulkener, wait for me here for a moment. I'll be right back." Commissioner Saga accompanies Donovan to the door and disappears.

They stayed outside, talking for a few minutes. When Commissioner Saga entered again, he found Jimmy standing in the sitting room, looking around him with a confused look.

"Commissioner Saga," he said, "what's next?"

"There's nothing next. The case is over." "What?""

"I know all - now." Jimmy stared.

"That little bottle you found?"

"Exactly. That little bottle." Jimmy shook his head.

"I don't understand at all. For some reason it seems that you are not satisfied with the evidence about John Fraser, whoever he really is."

"Whoever he really is" repeated Commissioner Saga slowly.

"If he really had someone - well, I'd be surprised."

"I don't understand."

"It's just a name - this is it - a name carefully written on the handkerchief." "Then the letter?"

"You see that the letter is in print" Well, why" Look. Handwriting is easy to spot and typed letters are much easier to trace than you might think - but had the real John Fraser written the letter, neither of these would have been a concern! The letter was deliberately written and inserted into the victim's rani so that we can find. No one's named John Fraser."

Jimmy looked at Commissioner Saga in confusion.

"Therefore," continued Commissioner Saga, "I return to the subject that first caught my attention. You heard me say that certain objects in a room are always located in the same place, under certain conditions. I'm giving three examples. And I mentioned the fourth one - the light switch, buddy." Jimmy still looked at Commissioner Saga in confusion.

Commissioner Saga continued his explanation.

"Your friend, Donovan, didn't go through the window - by putting his hand on the table this is his hand and he got blood! But, I quickly asked myself - what he put his hand on the table for"

What it does by fumbling around this room in the dark" Remember, buddy, the light switch is always in the same place - near the door. Why time goes in here he doesn't rush to find the lights and turn them on" This is what people usually do. According to him, he tried to turn on the kitchen lights, but could not. Even so, when I tried, the button worked perfectly.

So he didn't want the lights on. If only the lights were on, you'd soon know that you weren't in Patricia's flat. There's no reason to get in here."

"What do you mean, M. Commissioner Saga" I don't understand. What do you mean?" "I mean - this." Commissioner Saga shows Yale's key boy.

"The lock of this flat?" "No, Dude. Lock flat top. The key to Mademoiselle Patricia that Donovan took from her bag this afternoon."

"Why - for what?"

"Parble! So that he can do what he wants - get into this flat in a way that is not suspicious at all. Earlier he made sure that the elevator doors weren't barred."

"Where did you find the key?" Commissioner Saga's smile widened.

"I asked the Inspector the reason for the concealment of the body behind the curtain. To get time to escape" No. There's more to it than that. So I thought about one thing, the post. The night post that was delivered at 21:30 or so. Let's say the killer didn't find something he was looking for, but something was probably delivered by next post. Clearly, he should return. But the crime must not be known by the victim's servants or the police will seal this flat, so the body is hidden behind the curtain. The waiter didn't suspect anything, then put the letter on the table, as usual."

"Letter?"

"Yes, letter." Commissioner Saga took something out of his pocket.

"This is the second thing I took from M's pocket. Donovan when he was unconscious." Commissioner Saga showed me the mailing address. The typed envelope addressed to Mrs Ernestine Grant.

"But, I would like to ask you one thing first, Faulkener - before we look at the contents of this letter. Do you love Mademoiselle Patricia or not?"

"I was watching Pat a lot - but I never thought I had a chance."

"You think he's watching Donovan" Maybe he's starting to notice the guy - but this is just the beginning, buddy. This is when you make him forget Donovan - you need to accompany him in trouble."

"Difficulty?" Jimmy asked sharply.

"Rubber. We will do everything we can to keep his name from getting caught up in this. However, it is impossible that it does not get stuck at all. You know, he's the motive for this murder." Commissioner Saga opened the letter he held.

A drop of attachment. The letter was very short; it came from the lawyer's office. Dear Madam, The documents you attach are complete and any marriage that has been performed in another country cannot be cancelled in any way. With respect, etc.... Commissioner Saga showed the attachment of the letter. The marriage of Donovan Bailey and Ernestine Grant, dated eight years ago.

"Geez!" exclaim Jimmy.

"Pat said he got a letter from the woman asking to meet him. But Pat never imagined that his business was this important." Commissioner Saga nodded.

"M. Donovan knows. He visited his wife this afternoon, before going to the flat above - after all ironic, bringing this poor woman to live in a building with her rival - he killed her in cold blood, he said, then continued his afternoon entertainment. His wife must have told him that their marriage certificate had been sent to the lawyer's office and he was waiting for their answer. Undoubtedly this man tried to convince his wife that there was an error in their marriage."

"I think Donovan was excited all afternoon. M. Commissioner Saga, don't you just let him go free?" ask Jimmy horrified.

"There is no word of escaping for him," Commissioner Saga replied grimly. "You don't have to worry."

"That's what I think about the most" said Jimmy.

"You don't think he's really paying attention."

"Buddy, this is your duty," said Commissioner Saga softly.

"To make him turn to you and forget about Donovan. I guess it's not too hard for you." Rani stopped by Commissioner Saga's room and I found out she was doing a lot of work.

How much he had become such a common favorite that every wealthy woman who forgot where to put her bracelet or lost a kitten rushed to the services of the great Hercule Commissioner Saga.

My small-bodied best friend had a strange blend of Flemish frugality and artistic spirit. The acceptance of many cases that are not too much in demand solely because of his frugal attitude is more speaking.

It also deals with things that bring little or no reward as long as the problem is of interest to it. As a result, as I have said, he is overworked. He himself admitted this, so it was not too difficult to persuade him to accompany me on a week-long vacation to Ebermouth, the famous South Coast resort.

We had already spent four very pleasant days when Commissioner Saga approached me with a letter in his hand.

"Buddy, do you remember my friend Joseph Aarons, that theater agent?" After thinking for a while, Rani assented.