The two were startled, and Jenkins immediately laid the unconscious maid flat on the floor, while the young maid Best rushed out, and soon came back with a wine bottle. After feeding some gin to the middle-aged maid, she slowly woke up.
She widened her eyes, looked like the abstract painting on the wooden shelf, and shouted in a high-pitched voice:
"Ah, Ma'am is dead!"
Jenkins put down his work and hurried downstairs with the cat and two maids. The study room is the second room in the corridor on the right side of the stairs. When they arrived, they saw the last maid standing at the door tremblingly leaning against the wall. Mrs. David fell on her back on the soft red wool carpet, with her right hand beside her. Holding a glass, the liquid in the glass is soaking the carpet.
Mr. Detective squatted beside Mrs. David with a pale face. Hearing the voice behind him, he immediately turned his head, then shook his head slightly at several people.
The emotions of the women had reached the verge of collapse, and the maid Best was in the best condition. She took a few more glasses, and everyone drank a few sips of wine before they managed to calm down.
Neither Detective Ignaz nor Jenkins drank. Mr. Detective stood up, looked at the corpse and told Jenkins what happened just now.
Detective Ignaz's visit today is to conclude the investigation commissioned by Mrs. David. Because the content of the investigation report involves privacy, the door of the study was closed during the conversation between the two. The maid had already brought snacks and tea in advance, but Mr. Detective, who was in a hurry to report, did not touch these.
While he was reading the investigative report, Mrs. David made herself a glass of wine. About twenty minutes later, she got up to look at the documents in the detective's hands, but she fell to the ground just after taking a few steps.
Ignaz was afraid of causing trouble, so he didn't approach immediately, but opened the door and called the maids, and checked Mrs. David's condition under their watchful eyes.
Calling Jenkins down was actually to let him be a witness.
"I'm only going to tell the police what I see."
Jenkins raised his hand and said so, then squatted down beside the woman, stretched out his fingers and pressed the arteries in his neck, and he could no longer feel any beating.
Taking advantage of this time, he looked at the face of the corpse again. It's hard to describe the woman's last moment of expression, but her lips are now black, and her cheeks on both sides are abnormally bruised. Now there are no wounds and no blood, so the possibility of poisoning is relatively high.
"Did you call the police?"
He asked in a low voice, the ugly-looking detective nodded, and pointed out the window with his fingers holding the hat: "Before you come down, I have ordered the groom to go to the Calfax Field, and the police gentlemen should be there within half an hour." Come."
Jenkins didn't comment, but pressed on his chest, because he was worried that the cat would run around the scene, so the chocolate stayed in his chest pocket just like when he was on the train.
At this moment, it poked its head out from the neckline and looked curiously at the four people in the room.
This sudden murder has nothing to do with Jenkins, because everyone can prove that he came here by accident today. From the detective's description just now, it can be temporarily concluded that the wine glass dropped next to the corpse at this time may contain poisonous wine.
As for the source of the poison, it may be a maid or a detective. In other words, of the five people in the room at this time, except for Jenkins, who has always had an alibi and has never been in this room, anyone may be the murderer.
"What am I thinking?"
He leaned against the wall at the door and undid the top button of his jacket. It was too hot in the room.
"This matter has nothing to do with you, don't meddle casually."
As Jenkins thought, he scanned the people in the room in turn. The three maids gathered together, praying continuously, while lamenting their misfortune in a low voice.
The host and hostess died at the same time within a week, and even if it had nothing to do with them, no family would want to employ them. This has nothing to do with so-called superstition, it's just that no one wants to get into trouble.
What Jenkins could think of, Detective Ignaz could think of too. As the last person to be alone with the deceased, he would of course be considered a suspect. If you insist on investigating the corpse before the police arrive, it’s okay to find the murderer, and everyone will be happy. The police can add a fortune to their year-end report, and the detective can go home for dinner safely; It is very likely to be identified as a murderer, which is a common occurrence in this era.
For the police in this era, it is rare to solve the case perfectly. If the evidence clearly points to a certain person, and everyone has no objection, then this person can be identified as the murderer.
The detective also stood quietly at the door, their eyes met by chance, he forced a smile, the hat in his hand was pinched out, and he was also worried that he would be involved in this incident.
After entering the house, Jenkins had confirmed that the maid, Mrs. David, and the detective were all ordinary people. With the idea of safety first, he scanned the room again, standing on the maids in the corner without any color, and the detective was the same.
But in the center of the room, on the wine glass that fell to the ground, there was a light green aura. If it weren't for the fact that the carpet was red, a stark contrast to the green, Jenkins might have missed the clue.
"Is it related to extraordinary power? Why did I encounter this kind of thing again?"
He lamented his misfortune in his heart, and narrowed his eyes to look at the color.
It only appeared on one side of the top edge of the wine glass, shaped like a lip print.
"There's no aura in wine, so... the lipstick is really poisonous?"
He thought about it, stretched out his right hand to his chest, and rubbed Chocolate's head with his fingertips. The latter squinted his eyes and made a "meow" sound.
In my impression, Mrs. David was going to attend the funeral, even though she was very sad, she still put on very light makeup for the sake of decency. He doesn't know the habits of the ladies, but there should be a layer of lipstick on the lips.
When it was confirmed whether she was really dead just now, there seemed to be no color on her blackened lips. That is to say, the murderer's method of attack should be the process of removing makeup at home
The maids were still leaning together, praying and crying softly, and Mr. Detective looked at them anxiously. Due to the supine position of the body, Jenkins has no way of confirming whether there is an aura on the lips, but there should be no mistake.
PS: Feed alcohol to over-excited people, this is what I learned from Sherlock Holmes and Harry Potter, as for the principle... I don't know. If anyone knows, you can popularize it in the post. Is the alcohol component can play a sedative effect