Three Character Girl

Inspector Sims

"Nothing really fits. Not long ago Miss B. seemed to be playing with her inheritance - by cutting back some money. This issue is somewhat ridiculous, but I don't see that his actions affect the main problem - not for now, this is what I mean."

"Maybe you're right. Well, thank you very much. You're so good to call."

"No need to thank me. I always keep my word. I know you are interested in this case. Who knows you can help me crack it."

"I'm very happy if so. Maybe this can help you, for example, if I call Katrina's friend."

"Remember me you said he had no friends," Inspector Sims said aghastly.

"I'm mistaken" said Commissioner Saga.

"He has a friend." Before the Inspector could ask further, Commissioner Saga had already put down the phone. With a serious face Commissioner Saga walked into the room where Miss Lemon was sitting facing her typewriter. The secretary raised her hand from the typewriter letters as her employer approached. He looked at Commissioner Saga with a wondering face.

"I need your help," Commissioner Saga explained to imagine a story." Miss Lemon dropped both hands onto her lap resignedly. He loved typing, paying for accounts, filing cards, and making promises. But, imagining himself in a guessing situation was very boring. In any case, he accepted this request as an inexorable part of his duty.

"For example you are a Russian girl" Commissioner Saga began.

 "Yes." Yeah." Miss Lemon's voice sounds very English.

"You're alone. No friends in this country. You have reason not to want to go back to Russia. You work as a nurse, accompanying, and doing unpleasant work for an old woman. But you are gentle and never complain."

 "Yes," said Miss Lemon with her obedience, though she could not imagine herself being gentle to any old woman on this earth.

"The old lady likes you. He decided to leave his wealth to you and tell you this." Commissioner Saga paused for a moment. Miss Lemon said

"Yes" again.

"Then the old woman knew something; perhaps a matter of money - perhaps she got thee dishonest to her. Or it could be worse - drugs that taste different, foods that make stomach pain.

In short, he begins to suspect you and writes a letter to a very famous detective - no, the most famous detective - me! I should visit him immediately. Then, as you say, the annoying person will be frightened.

The important thing is to act quickly. And so - before the great detective arrived - the old woman died. And the money is yours... Does this story make sense to you?"

"It makes perfect sense" said Miss Lemon.

"Maybe, it makes perfect sense for a Russian. I would never accept a job as a nurse. I prefer my duties to be clearly spelled out and never dream to kill someone." Commissioner Saga sighed.

 "I really miss my friend Rani. His imagination is high. It's so romantic! Indeed, he was always mistaken to suspect something - but the fallacy itself was a clue." Miss Lemon was silent.

He had already heard of Captain Rani, but was not interested. He looked at the typed paper before him with the desire to continue his work.

"So, you think that story makes sense?" Commissioner Saga pondered.

 "Is that not so for you?"

 "I guess it is yes." Commissioner Saga sighed.

Phone's ringing. Miss Lemon came out to pick her up. He's back again.

 "Inspector Sims again." Commissioner Saga rushed out.

"Hello.. hello... What did you say?" Sims repeated his sentence.

"We found a pack of strychnin in the girl's room - tucked under the mattress. The sergeant just came to report the results of this investigation. The case is almost settled, I guess."

 "Yes" said Commissioner Saga.

"I agree it's almost over." Sounds change.

 There was a sudden sense of certainty. After putting down the phone, Commissioner Saga sat down at his writing desk, arranging the objects on the table mechanically. He nodded to himself, though,

A green light shone in his eyes. He entered the translucent room of his study. "Miss Lemon, will you leave your work and do some research for me?"

 "Investigation, Commissioner Saga" I think, I'm underprivileged - "The detective interrupts his words.

 "You once said you knew everything about entrepreneurs."

 "Oh, that's for sure" said Miss Lemon steadily.

"Well, the problem is simple. You must go to Charman's Green and meet a fishmonger."

"Fishman?" miss Lemon was surprised.

"Persian. Rosebank fish merchant. If you've met, ask me a few things." Commissioner Saga handed me a piece of paper.

Miss Lemon read the writing on the paper nonchalantly, nodded, then closed her typewriter. Arriving at Commissioner Saga's destination is greeted by astonished Inspector Sims.

"Hurry up, Commissioner Saga. Just an hour ago we were talking on the phone."

 "I have a request. Can I find Katrina - what's her full name?"

"Katrina Rieger. I don't think there's any reason to refuse. Katrina looked much paler and pouted. Gently Commissioner Saga spoke to him, "Mademoiselle, I want you to believe that I am your comrade. I'd like you to tell me the real story." Katrina's eyes challenged.

"I've told you the truth. To everyone I tell the truth! If the old woman was poisoned, it wasn't me who did it. This accusation is wrong. You guys want to stop me from getting that money." Her voice is raucous. "He's like a miserable little mouse" thought Commissioner Saga.

"Tell me about the capsule, Mademoiselle," Commissioner Saga continued.

 "Don't anyone else take care of it?"

"I told you so, didn't I" The capsule was made in a pharmacy during the day. I took it and brought it home in a bag - just before dinner. I open the box and I give one capsule with a glass of water to Miss Barrowby."

"Nobody touched it except you?"

"No!" Little rat - the reckless one! "And Miss Barrowby ate only the menu as told to us Soup, fish pie, and apple tart?"

"Yes." Yeah."

 'Desperate 'Yes' - dark eyes burning, who did not see a single speck of hope. Commissioner Saga gently pressed the girl's shoulder.

 "Be careful, Mademoiselle. Maybe there's still freedom - really, and inheritance money - a nice life." Katrina looked at Commissioner Saga suspiciously. When Commissioner Saga left, Inspector Sims said,

"I don't understand what you're saying over the phone - about the girl having a friend."

"He has a friend. Me!" commissioner Saga then left the police headquarters before Inspector Sims was able to digest his answer.

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 In the tea room Green Cat Miss Lemon did not let her master wait. He went straight into the problem.

"The name of the fish merchant was Rudge. Stay on High Street, and you're right. Just one and a half dozen. I recorded what he said."

 The note was handed over to Commissioner Saga.

"Narr." A deep voice satisfied, like the voice of a cat stroked by its master.

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