Three Character Girl

Hooded woman

"buddy. You face death. You've lost the girl you love. But there's one thing you're not missing: You're not a killer. Now say, are you happy or sorry I came?"

Silent moment. Harrison stood up straight. There was a radiance of nobility on his face - the face of someone who had conquered his vile existence. His hands crossed the table.

"Thank God you came here" he exclaimed.

"Thank you for coming."

Rani noticed for some time that Commissioner Saga was dissatisfied and agitated. We have not received an interesting case. There is nothing that this little friend of mine can use to train his sharp thinking or his extraordinary ability to draw conclusions. This morning he threw down the newspaper while exclaiming with annoyance,

"Aaahh!" - his favorite cry that sounds exactly like a sneezing cat.

"They're afraid of me, Hastings! Your English criminals are afraid of me! Like rats, when there are cats, they no longer steal cheese!"

"I guess most of them don't even know you're here" I said with a laugh. My best friend looked at me with a reproachful attitude. He always imagined the whole world was thinking and talking about Hercule Commissioner Sagaris Sagaris Saga. Indeed, he is famous in London, but I cannot imagine that his presence caused horror to the world of crime.

"What about the jewel heist on Bond Street that was committed in broad daylight recently?" my many.

"Coup YesKomisariKomisariKomisariKomisariCommissioner Sagaris Sagaris Sagagi," said Commissioner Saga gleefully,

"not including my field. Pas de finesse, seulement de l'audace! A man broke the window of a jewel shop with a heavy stick, then scooped up some jewels. People arrested him; the police came and he was caught with the jewels he was carrying. At the police station it was only discovered that the gems he was carrying were artificial gems. The real one he gave to his friend - one of the people who arrested him earlier. He's going to jail - indeed. But, once out of prison there were treasures waiting for him. It's not bad, but I can do better. Hastings, sometimes I regret being of high morals. Opposing the law can bring about a pleasant change of atmosphere!"

"Don't be moody, Commissioner Sagaris Sagaris Saga! You have a unique place in your field."

"But what do I handle now, that fits my field?" I took the newspaper. "Here we go. A British man mysteriously died in Holland."

"The papers always say so - then it turns out the victim ate canned fish and his death is not at all suspicious."

"Well, if you really want to nag.KomisariKomisariCommissioner Sagaris Sagans!" exclaimed Commissioner Saga who was now walking near the window.

"On the road there are as mentioned in the novels 'women veiled tightly'. He will climb the stairs; ring the bell - and consult us. Maybe this is interesting. A young and beautiful person like her would definitely not cover her face, unless there was some big business."

The next minute our guests were brought in. As Commissioner Saga has said, he is in a tight hood. We could not see his face until he raised his veil made of black Spanish lace. I see Commissioner Saga's intuition is not missing. That girl is so beautiful. Her hair is blond and her eyes are blue. From his expensive but simple clothes, I immediately concluded that he was from the upper class.

"Monsieur Commissioner Saga," said the woman in a soft, melodious voice,

"i'm in deep trouble. I'm wondering if you can help me. However, I've heard of your amazing achievements, so I came here as a last hope to ask you to do something impossible."

"The impossible always makes me happy" said Commissioner Saga.

"Continue, Mademoiselle." Our beautiful guest was hesitant.

"But you have to be honest" Commissioner Saga added.

"You can't hide anything."

"I believe you," the girl said suddenly.

"Have you heard of Lady Millicent Castle Vaughan?" I raised my head with interest. Lady Millicent's engagement to the young Duke of Southshire was announced a few days ago. I knew the girl was the fifth daughter of a poor Irish nobleman; while the Duke of Southshire was one of the best husband candidates in England.

"I'm Lady Millicent" the girl continued.

"This letter you wrote to Lavington?" "Oh, no - not for him! To a young soldier - I liked him so much at the time - he was killed in the war."

"I understand," said Commissioner Saga understandingly. "The letter was stupid, unwise. Really, M. Commissioner Saga, nothing more. But there are some phrases in the letter that can lead to a wrong interpretation."

"I understand," said Commissioner Saga,

"and the letter was on Lavington?"

"really. He threatened to send the letter to Duke if I didn't give him a large sum of money. The amount of money I really could not have." "Rubby pig!" suddenly shouts.

"Sorry, Lady Millicent."

"Isn't it wiser you would admit all this to your future husband?"

"I don't dare, M. Commissioner Saga. Duke's character is a bit strange; jealous and suspicious, and tends to believe very negative things. In doing so it means I broke off our engagement."

"Calm down, calm down" Commissioner Saga comforted with a grim and soulful face.

"Then what do you want me to do, milady?"

"Maybe I can ask Lavington to see you. I'll tell him that I gave you the power to talk about this matter. Maybe you can lower the amount of money he demands."

"How much did he ask?"

"Twenty thousand pounds - an amount beyond my means. Even I'm not sure if I can muster a thousand pounds."

"Maybe you can borrow money with your wedding bail getting closer - but I'm worried whether you can get even half that amount. Besides, I think it's ridiculous that you should give up that money! Nah! The ingenuity of Hercule Commissioner Saga will defeat your enemies! Find me with this Lavington. Could he have brought the letter?" The girl shook her head.

"I guess not. He's very careful."

"You're sure he actually kept the letter?"

"He showed it to me when I went to his house."

"You're going to his house" This act is so sloppy, milady."

"Thank God" I'm so desperate. I hope the insistence of my plea may stir his heart."

"Oh, l? l?! People like Lavington will not be touched by a plea. He or she will take your request as proof that you want the document badly. Where does he live, this good man?"

"In Buona Vista, Wimbledon. I went there after dark - "Commissioner Saga groaned.

"I said at the end I would report to the police, but he just laughed with scorn and fright. 'Please, dear Lady Millicent, do it if you want it, ' she said."

"This matter is not suitable for the police," Commissioner Saga muttered.

"'I guess you'd be more thoughtful, ' Lavington said. 'Look, here's your letter in this little Chinese toy box!' He wrote the letter so I could see it. I grabbed the letter, but it was too soon for me. With a sinister smile he folded the letter and put it back in the small wooden box. 'This letter is safe here, and this box I'm going to put in a place you're unlikely to find.' My gaze turned to the small vault on the wall and Lavington laughed as he shook his head. 'I have a safer hiding place, ' he said. He's sickening! M. Commissioner Saga, can you help me?"

"Trust Papa Commissioner Saga. I'll find a way."