Three Character Girl

BEEHIVE

"I've been his nanny since he was a child. Oh, have mercy on me!"

 "I'll do as much as I can. But you know I can't let an innocent man be hanged - even if he's an unscrupulous, disagreeable man."

Miss Clegg stood up then spoke in a low voice,

 "Maybe in the end I can't either. Do what you have to do."

Then he rushed out of the room.

 "He shot?" tanyRani was full of confusion.

Commissioner Saga smiled shook his head.

"The deceased shot himself. You remember he had a handkerchief up his sleeve on his right"

This fact shows Rani that the deceased was left-handed. Fearing to be exposed, after his heated argument with Parker, the deceased shoots himself. In the morning, as usual Miss Clegg came to wake her up and get her master lifeless.

As the woman has just told us, she knew the deceased from child to adult, so she was very angry at Parker's partner, who had caused this shameful death. The couple is considered a killer, then suddenly he saw an opportunity to make Parker's partner suffer for their actions.

Only Miss Clegg knew that the deceased was left-handed. He moved the gun to his right hand, shut the window and put it on, then dropped a broken cufflink he picked up in one of the lower rooms. After that Miss Clegg came out, locked the door and moved the key."

 "Commissioner Saga," I cried in an outburst of enthusiasm,

"you're great! The clue just came from the handkerchief."

 "And cigarette smoke. Had the windows been closed and all the cigarettes smoked, the room should have been suffocating with the stuffy smell of tobacco. The room air is really fresh. Therefore, Rani immediately concluded that the room window must have been opened overnight and only closed in the morning. This conclusion gave me a very interesting direction of thought. There's no way a killer would shut the shutters. The open window was in his favor. He can pretend to run away from it, if the theory of suicide is not accepted. Of course the homeless testimony - as soon as Rani heard it - confirmed my suspicions. He would never steal the two men's quarrel if the window didn't open."

"It's good," I mean it.

"Now, how about we have some tea?"

"You speak like a real British man" Commissioner Saga said, sighing.

"I don't think here Rani could have gotten a glass of syrup." Out of the house came John Harrison, and stood on the porch and looked out, all over the garden.

His body was large, while his face was thin and pale. Usually the romance is a little grim. But, at this moment - the wrinkled face softened in a smile so that something very attractive appeared in him. John Harrison loved his beautiful garden in the quiet summer twilight of August.

Beautiful roses crept; while the smell of sweet peas filled the air. The familiar creaking sound made him instantly turn his head. Who had passed through the garden door" The next minute, a look of astonishment appeared on his face as the perlente figure that appeared on the path was the one he had not expected to meet.

"It's fun" cried Harrison,

 "Monsieur Commissioner Saga!" The figure is indeed Hercule Commissioner Saga, whose fame as a detective has spread to all corners of the world.

 "Yes," said Commissioner Saga.

"You once told me 'If you happen to be in the area here, come see me.' I take your words seriously. Now I'm here."

"And I'm very grateful, '" Harrison responded in earnest.

"Please sit down and have a drink." The host graciously pointed to a table full of bottles of drinks on the veranda. "Thank you," said Commissioner Saga as he submerged his body into a round rattan chair.

"You've got the syrup" No, I guess. Just a little soda water then without whiskey." When the host placed the glass by his side Commissioner Saga said again feelingly,

"Damn it, my mustache went limp. Hot weather is the cause!"

"Why did you come to this quiet place?" Harrison asked as he dropped his body onto the other chair.

"You having fun?"

"No, Dude. Business."

"Business" In a secluded place like this?" With a sad romance Commissioner Saga assented.

"Yes, Dude. All crime isn't done in a place full of people, is it?" Harrison laughing. "I think my words were kind of stupid. What crime are you investigating here" Or should I not ask?"

 "You may ask" said the detective.

"Really, I'd rather you ask." Harrison looked at Commissioner Saga with a wondering look. He felt something rather strange in the attitude of his guest.

"You're investigating a crime, you say?" he continued with a little hesitation.

"Serious crimes?"

"Totally serious."

"You mean?"

"Murder." So grim was the face of Hercule Commissioner Saga when saying this word that Harrison was shocked. The detective looked at the host straight. Again there was something very strange in the detective's glance. Harrison didn't know what to say. Finally, he spoke, he said,

"But I didn't hear of any murders."

"No, no" said Commissioner Saga.

"You haven't heard it."

"Who was killed?"

"What?""

"That's why I said that you haven't heard it. I'm investigating a crime that hasn't happened yet."

"Ah, that's bullshit."

"Absolutely not. If one could investigate a murder before it happened, it would be better than after it happened. Even that person might - a small idea alone - be able to prevent it." Harrison looked at Commissioner Saga.

"You're just messing around, Monsieur Commissioner Saga."

"No, I mean it."

"You're absolutely sure there's going to be a murder" Oh, this doesn't make sense." Hercule Commissioner Saga responded to the first sentence without paying attention to the follow-up words.

 "Unless we manage to prevent it. Right, buddy, that's what I mean."

 "We?""

 "I say we. I need your cooperation."

"So, is this why you came here?" Commissioner Saga looked at the host and, again, something that could not be formulated made Harrison uneasy.

 "Monsieur Harrison, I'm here because - well - I like you." Then Commissioner Saga continued his words in a very different voice.

"I know, Monsieur Harrison, you have a beehive. You should have destroyed that beehive." This change of subject made Harrison frown in confusion. He followed the direction of Commissioner Saga's view and said in a confused voice,

"I'm actually going to destroy it. Or, it's more appropriate that Langton would destroy it. You remember Claude Langton" He was at dinner when we met. Tonight he will come to take the nest. He loves this job."

 "Oh," Commissioner Saga said,

"how will he take the nest?"

 "With gasoline and garden spray tools. He'll bring his own spray. The size fits better than mine."

 "There's another way, right?" commissioner Saga said. "With potassium cyanide." Harrison seems a little surprised.

"Yes, but that material is a bit dangerous. There's a risk of using potassium cyanide around here." Commissioner Saga nodded sadly.

"Indeed, it's a deadly poison." He paused for a moment, then repeated his words in a sad tone, "Leadly poison."

"It's useful if you want to kill your mother-in-law, eh?" harrison said with a laugh. But Hercule Commissioner Saga is still sad. "You're absolutely certain, Monsieur Harrison, that Claude Langton will destroy your beehive with gasoline?"

"Yes, why?"

 "I wondered to myself. I stopped by a chemical shop in Barchester. For one of the purchases, I had to sign a book listing the toxic substances purchased. I read the last list in the book. It says potassium cyanide, signed by Claude Langton." Harrison glazed.

"Sir," he commented. "Not so long ago Langton told me he wouldn't use the substance, and even he thought potassium cyanide shouldn't be sold for that purpose." Commissioner Saga looked outside, at the entire garden.

His voice was very calm when asking this question, "You like Langton?" The one asked surprised. He seems unprepared for this kind of question.

 "I - I - well, I mean - , of course I like him. Why not?"

"I'm just wondering," said Commissioner Saga calmly, "do you like it." Since the host did not reply, Commissioner Saga continued his words, saying,

"I'm also wondering if he likes you?" "What do you mean, Monsieur Commissioner Saga" There's something in your mind that I don't understand."

"I'll be blunt. You're engaged, Monsieur Harrison. I know Molly Deane. Very charming girl and ayu. Before getting engaged to you, she was engaged to Claude Langton. Dumped Langton for you." Harrison nodded.

"I won't ask you why. Maybe it's justifiable. But I'm telling you that it feels like Langton hasn't been able to forget or forgive that."

"You're mistaken, Monsieur Commissioner Saga. I'll swear you're mistaken. Langton was a very sportsman. He accepted what happened as a real man. To this day - surprisingly - he's been very kind to me, judging by his friendly attitude."

 "Do you not regard this as something extraordinary" You use the word 'surprisingly', but you yourself do not seem surprised."

"What do you mean, Monsieur Commissioner Saga?"

 "What I mean," Commissioner Saga replied - his tone changed, "people might hide his hatred until the right time comes."

 "Hate?" Harrison nodded with a laugh. "The British people are very stupid" said Commissioner Saga.

 "They think they can deceive others, but others cannot deceive them. They will never see the evil in a sporty person - a good young man. Because they're brave but stupid, sometimes they die when in fact they don't have to die."

 "You warned me," Harrison said in a low voice.

"Now I understand - what has confused me. You warned me against Claude Langton. You came to warn me." Commissioner Saga nodded. Harrison stood up.

"But, you're crazy, Monsieur Commissioner Saga. It's England. There are no such things here. Applicants who are disappointed that their application was not accepted do not attempt to stab the back and poison people. And you're mistaken about Langton. The fly won't hurt him."

"The flies are none of my business" Commissioner Saga said calmly.

"Even if you say Monsieur Langton won't kill a fly, you forget that right now he's getting ready to kill thousands of wasps."

Harrison did not immediately answer. The turn of the little detective stood up. Near him the host and placed one hand on the shoulder of his friend. So restless was he that he almost shook the large body of Harrison while whispering in his ear,

"Respect, Friend. Be aware. Look where I'm pointing. There, by the river by the root of that tree. You see the bees coming home to the hive because it's late afternoon"