Three Character Girl

MYSTERIES OF MARKET BASING

"Buddy! With that mustache" A criminal must have shaved clean or had a mustache preserved. It would be a good opportunity for the intelligent Miss Penn, a half-life woman who is beginning to fade with a pale pink skin color, as we see. However, should he stand upright, wear large boots, change his face with a slight pimple and - as a finishing touch add a whisker to his upper lip. Then so what" A masculine woman, according to Wood, and - 'an undercover man', we think."

"He was really into Charlock Bay yesterday?"

"definitely. The train, as you told Rani, leaves here at 11:00 and arrives at Charlock Bay at 14:00. The train is back, even faster - as we ride. From Charlock at 16:05 and get here at 18:15. Of course, the miniatures were never put in the shipping box. The box was removed before being packed. Mademoiselle Mary had only to find two easily deceived people, who sympathized with her charms like a beauty queen in distress. However, one of those gullible people is not easily fooled - he's Hercule the commissioner of the saga!" Rani strongly dislikes the conclusion of the commissioner saga. Rani hurriedly said,

"Then when you say you will help a stranger, you will deceive me. That's exactly what you're doing."

"Never has Rani fooled you, Hastings. Only, Rani allows you to deceive yourself. What I'm talking about is Baker Wood - a stranger in this country." His face became dark. "ah! When Rani thinks about the loss, the unfair cost of the trip, the one-way fare to Charlock which is the same as the round-trip fare, my blood boils to protect the newcomer! Indeed, Baker Wood was not a pleasant person. Not sympathetic, as you say. But he is a newcomer! And we, the comers, Hastings, must unite. Rani is completely on the side of the comers!"

"However, there's no place like the village, right?" Inspector Japp said he took a heavy breath through his nose and exhaled it through his mouth very politely.

Rani and the commissioner of the saga agreed. The idea of the Scotland Yard inspector was also what made the three of us weekend to a small town called Market Basing. While off duty, Japp is an avid plant expert, who is able to talk about tiny flowers with unusually long (and somewhat strange as it sounds) Latin names with a keen enthusiasm, in fact, greater than the enthusiasm he showed in the cases he had to deal with.

"Nobody knows us, and we don't know anyone here" Japp explained.

"It's his idea." But this idea proved not entirely true. The local constable happened to be sent from a village fifteen miles away, where a case of arsenic poisoning brought him in contact with the Scotland Yard inspector. Constable recognized the important man, and Japp was very proud. Sunday morning we had breakfast at the guest room. The sun is shining. The flowers of camphor are protruding through the window. The three of us were full of spirit. Bacon and eggs are amazingly delicious. The coffee is not too good, but can also be served hot.

"This is life" said Japp.

"When I retire, I'll buy a house out of town. Far from evil. Like this!"

"Le crime, il est partout, crime is everywhere," the commissioner of the saga responded while taking a neatly cut square bun and frowning towards the sparrows that were impolitely perched on the window. Rani lightly quotes the verse: The rabbit is unsightly But his personal life is shameful Rani really can't tell you the evil deeds that the rabbit panics

"Yes, my gosh," said Japp as he wriggled backwards.

"I'm sure I can eat more eggs, and maybe one or two pieces of bacon. What about you, Captain?"

"Together with you" I replied solemnly.

"You, commissioner saga?" commissioner saga shakes.

"The stomach shouldn't be filled too much to the point that the brain doesn't function," the saga commissioner reprimanded.

"I took a risk by filling my stomach a little more" Japp laughed. "My stomach is big. By the way, you yourself add fat, commissioner saga. Miss, two eggs and bacon."

At that moment an attention-grabbing figure stood at the door. It was Constable Pollard.

"I'm sorry for bothering the Inspector, gentlemen. I'm expecting Inspector's advice."

"I'm on vacation" Japp explained.

"There's no work for me. What case?"

"The man in the upper room of Leigh House - shooting himself - pierced the head."

"Well, they used to panic," Japp remarked.

"Debtedness issues or women I suppose. Sorry, I can't help you, Pollard."

"The problem is" said the constable again,

"he obviously didn't commit suicide. At least, Giles said." Japp put down his coffee cup.

"It's impossible to kill yourself" What do you mean?"

"That's Doctor Giles," Pollard repeated.

This evidence has an effect. Bacon and extra eggs are ruled out. A few minutes later we walked as fast as we could towards Leigh House. Eagerly Japp asked the constable. The deceased was named Walter Protheroe; the man was middle-aged and lived like a hermit. Eight years ago he came to Market Basing and rented the Leigh House, a dilapidated mansion that almost collapsed.

It occupies the corner of the house. All his needs are provided by a housekeeper woman who brought him from his place of origin. The woman's name was Miss Clegg, a very kind and respected woman in the village. Recently Protheroe had a guest staying at her home, Mr and Mrs Parker from London.

This morning Miss Clegg called the police and the doctor because her master did not answer her call and the room door was locked. Constable Pollard and Doctor Giles arrive together. They both managed to break down the oak door of the deceased's bedroom.

The Protheroe was lying on the floor, shot through the head. A gun was held in his right hand. Obviously a suicide case. But, after examining the victim's body, Dr. Giles was completely confused.

Finally he pulled the constable aside to explain his confusion. Pollard immediately thought of Japp. He left the doctor to guard the body and rushed to the inn. Along with the completion of Pollard's story, we arrived at Leigh House.

A secluded mansion, surrounded by unkempt gardens and full of weeds. The front door is open. We immediately passed through it to enter the large room, then headed for the small sitting room. From this place began to sound.

There were four people in it: a man dressed somewhat conspicuously, his face ominous and full of deceit - a person I immediately disliked; a woman who was almost the same type as the man, though quite beautiful; another woman dressed in neat black, stood apart from the others and I thought she was the deceased housekeeper; as well as a tall man, in a sporting garment of wool, his face was smart again capable, and clearly mastered the situation.

"Doctor Giles" Pollard introduces, "this is Detective Inspector Japp of Scotland Yard and his two friends." Doctor Giles greeted us, then introduced us to Mr and Mrs Parker.

We followed him up. Pollard obeys Japp's cue to stay down, watching over the house. The doctor took us upstairs and through the alley. At the end of the alley a door opened, out of its hinges. The door leaf fell next to the room. We're inbound. The body is still lying on the floor.

The protheroe is middle-aged, bearded, gray in both temples. Japp knelt near the victim's body.

"Why don't you let it stay as it was when you found it?" Japp grumbling. Doctor Giles shrugged his shoulders.

"We thought it was a suicide case." "Hhmmm!" mummified Japp. "The bullet went in behind the left ear."

"Composed!" Doctor assented.

"So there's no way he's firing the gun himself. He had to turn his right hand around his head first. This is impossible."

"You found this gun clasped in his right hand" Where is that gun now?" Doctor Giles nodded towards the table.

"But the gun was not clutched in his hand" the doctor explained.

"The gun is in the hand, but the victim's fingers don't hold it."

"Put it down afterwards" said Japp.

"Pretty clear." Japp checked the firearm.

"One bullet was fired. We're going to check this gun for fingerprints, but I'm hesitant whether we'll find it, except for your fingerprints, Doctor Giles. How long has he been dead?"

"Last night. I can't be sure of the clock, as great doctors do in detective stories. Roughly he's been dead for about twelve hours."

So far the commissioner of the saga has done nothing. He stood beside me, watching Japp at work listening to the inspector's questions. It's just that repeatedly the commissioner of the saga smelled the air with a very soft movement and looked confused.

Rani followed along smelling the air of the room, but didn't smell anything that caught my attention. The air is completely fresh and has no smell at all. Nonetheless, many times the commissioner of the saga smelled with hesitation, as if his sharper nose smelled something that I did not smell.

Since Japp had left the victim, the commissioner of the saga knelt near the deceased. The gunshot wound did not attract his attention at all. At first Rani thought the commissioner of the saga was examining the fingers of the hand holding the gun, but soon I saw that the handkerchief on the arm of the deceased's coat was what caught the attention of the commissioner of the saga. The Protheroe wears a dark gray home suit.

Finally the commissioner of the saga stood up, but his eyes were still fixed on the handkerchief, as if he were confused. Japp asked the saga commissioner to help lift the door. Rani uses this opportunity to kneel, take the handkerchief from the deceased's coat, and examine it closely.

A simple handkerchief from a very fine white cotton cloth. There were no marks or stains on the handkerchief. Rani returns the object to its place, shakes her head, and rani says that Rani is confused. The others had managed to lift the door. Rani realizes they are looking for the key, but in vain.

"It's an explanation" Japp said.