Three Character Girl

Katrina

His eyes are even rounder.

"Oh, sir, don't you know" He's dead. So sudden. Tuesday night ago."

The girl hesitates between not trusting a stranger and is happy to talk about illness and death, as people of her own class do.

"You surprised me," Commissioner Saga lied.

"I have an appointment with Miss Barrowby today. Maybe I can meet the other women who live here?" The waiter seemed hesitant

. "Miss" Well, you may be able to meet Madam, but I don't know if Madam is willing to see a guest."

"He will see me" Commissioner Saga said, handing over his card.

Commissioner Saga's tone was emphatically quite influential. The pink-cheeked waitress relented and drove Commissioner Saga into the sitting room to the right of the large room. Then, with a business card in his hand, he passed by to call his master. Commissioner Saga observed his surroundings.

The room was a very conventional guest room - the walls were covered with paper in white wheat with transverse decorations on the top, with draperies of cloth, pads and rose-red curtains, a number of small ornaments and ornaments from high-quality ceramics.

Nothing stands out in that guest room, which shows its own personality. Suddenly Commissioner Saga, who was very sensitive, felt a pair of eyes watching him.

He turned the body. A girl was standing at the door that looked like a big window - small, pale, pitch-black-haired, and her eyes were full of suspicion. The girl stepped in. When Commissioner Saga bowed slightly he hastily asked a question

, "What did you come here for?" Commissioner Saga did not reply, only raising his eyebrows.

"You're not a lawyer, are you?" His English is good, but he is not English.

"Why should I be a lawyer, Mademoiselle?" The one asked stared pouting.

"I thought you were a lawyer. I guess you're here, maybe, to advise him that he doesn't understand what he's doing. Things like this I've heard - not because they were influenced; that's how they say they are. Right"

But it's wrong. He wants me to inherit his money and I will get it. If necessary, I will hire my own lawyer. The money belongs to me. That's what he wrote in his will, then that's how it will be."

This girl looked ugly once, her chin advanced forward and her eyes were glowing. Door opens. A tall woman came in and rebuked,

"Katrina." The girl backed off.

His face turned red, muttered something, then walked out through the large window. Commissioner Saga twisted his body to face the woman who had just entered, who was very influential in controlling the situation by saying only one word. There was a commanding tone in his voice, condescending, and vaguely polite irony. Soon Commissioner Saga realizes he is dealing with the owner of the house, Mary Delafontaine.

"Commissioner Saga" I've written to you. You must have accepted it."

"God! I've been out of town recently."

"Oh, I understand. Then I should introduce myself. I'm Mary Delafontaine. This is my husband; miss Barrowby is my aunt."

Delafontaine entered very quietly, so that his presence was not realized by Commissioner Saga. The guy is tall, gray, his attitude is full of doubts. His tension was reflected from the demeanor of his hand that fumbled his chin. He often looked at his wife. Obviously he expected the wife to lead the conversation.

"I'm sorry for coming in the midst of your grief" Commissioner Saga said. "I know it's not your fault" Mrs Delafontaine said.

"Auntie died Tuesday afternoon. His death was unexpected."

"Suddenly," Delafontaine chimed in.

"A painful blow for us." His two eyes watched the large window, where the girl had disappeared.

"I'm sorry" Commissioner Saga said again. "Then I ask myself." Commissioner Saga stepped towards the door.

"Wait a minute" Delafontaine held back his steps.

"You - uh - have an appointment with Aunt Amelia, right?"

"Component."

"Maybe you are willing to explain the matter to us" his wife continued.

"The question is personal" Commissioner Saga explained.

"I'm a detective" he added. Delafontaine dropped the small ceramic statue he was carrying. His wife looks confused.

"Detective" And you have an appointment with Auntie" How strange!" The woman stared fixedly at Commissioner Saga.

"Can't you tell us a little more, M. Commissioner Saga" Sounds - sounds fantastic." Commissioner Saga was silent for a moment. He carefully chose the words.

"Madame, it's hard for me to know what to do."

"Look," said Delafontaine.

"Auntie doesn't mention the Russians, does he?"

"Russian people?"

"Yes, you know - the Bolsheviks, the Red Guards, who are like this."

"Don't make it up, Henry," his wife scolded. Delafontaine became wry.

"Sorry - sorry - I was just guessing." Mary Delafontaine looked at Commissioner Saga with a friendly outlook. The eyeballs are very blue - a forget-me-not flower color.

"If you can explain anything to us, Commissioner M Saga, I'm very grateful. You must be sure that I have - reason to ask." Delafontaine was surprised.

"Be careful - you know there may be nothing." Again his wife stopped him with a wiggle.

"How, M. Commissioner Saga?" Slowly and grimly Commissioner Saga shook his head. Refusing with obvious regret, but he shook his head anyway.

"Right now, Madame, I'm afraid I'm forced to say nothing." Commissioner Saga bowed, took his hat, and headed for the door.

Mary Delafontaine followed. At the door of Commissioner Saga stopped and looked at the hostess.

"I guess you like your garden, Madame?"

"I" Indeed. I spend a lot of time gardening."

"Je vous fit mes compliments - accept my praise." Once again Commissioner Saga bowed, then stepped to the gate. While passing through the door and turning to the right, Commissioner Saga glanced back. Two people saw him - a pale-faced man watching him from the first-floor window and a well-built man pacing across the street. Commissioner Saga nodded to himself.

"Obviously," he murmured.

"There's a rat in this hole! What should cats do now?" His decision took him to a nearby police station. Here he called a few times. Seems successful. He sent his steps to Charman's Green police headquarters and asked to meet with Inspector Sims. Inspector Sims is big and sturdy and his attitude is serious.

"Commissioner Saga?" sapana.

"I agree. I just got a call from the head of the bodyguard talking about you. Said you stopped here. Please come in." Door's closed.

The inspector invited Commissioner Saga to sit down before he himself sat down and cast a probing gaze upon his guest.

"You're so nimble, M. Commissioner Saga. Came here to talk about this Rosebank case before we realized it was a case. What caused you to get involved?" Commissioner Saga issued the letter he received from Miss Barrowby and assigned it to the Inspector, who read it with interest.

"Interesting" commented the Inspector. "The problem is that the contents of this letter can have many meanings. Honey, he can't describe the problem any more clearly, so he can help us right now."

"Or, maybe there's no need for help anymore."

"You mean?"

"Maybe he's alive."

"You think that far" Hhmm."