Since it was almost winter, in order to keep the indoor temperature comfortable, no windows were opened in the study. Through the glass, you can see the pedestrians and carriages passing by on the street. This is another day with bad air. The impact of the worker riots seems to have completely dissipated. The day and night factories are belching sweat and black smoke.
A stooped man hurried past the fence, the outline of his face was very familiar. Jenkins' eyes narrowed sharply, and at the same time he felt the nut on his chest heat up. But he quickly regained his composure, because Miss Miller in disguise also passed by the fence a few seconds later.
"Have you found him yet?"
Thinking in his heart, he couldn't help frowning.
"Mr. Williams, have you thought of something?"
Probably because Jenkins' calm demeanor and tight brow gave Detective Ignaz wrong information, he couldn't help asking.
Jenkins shook his head, but seeing the covered papers scattered on the table, he asked again:
"I'm just curious. I don't know why Mrs. David is looking for you?"
"Sorry, I'm going to keep a secret for my customer, even though she's now…"
The two looked at the corpse at the same time, and prayed in a low voice. Detective Ignaz's belief is [Eternal Blazing Sun] with the priesthood of justice, that prayer is very familiar.
"Of course, if the police gentlemen ask, I will tell the story, and I hope it will not damage the reputation of these two poor people."
The detective continued to speak, and looked at Mrs. David with some pity. In Jenkins's mind, what he was investigating should be a disgraceful act like an extramarital affair.
"Do you think it was poisoned? I mean, I usually like to read some detective novels. In this case, the possibility of poisoning is higher, right?"
"It can't be concluded so simply, it may be some rare hidden disease... Mr. William, the real murder case is actually very different from the description in the book, and it is difficult to find the cause of death through simple observation. Speaking of it, it is like There are very few people like you who can remain calm in front of a corpse."
Regardless of whether this sentence is a temptation or something else, Jenkins must have fooled this doubt:
"I have seen more horrible corpses than this one. The antiques in Papa's antique shop include not only goldware, furniture or oil paintings, but some people with unique tastes also like to collect ancient corpses. That is a viscount. Sorry, I can't Say his name. Two months ago, Dad got a coffin out of nowhere, and I cleaned it out with him. The body inside was completely shriveled, and he was wrapped in white cloth strips, and then the skin The color of... sorry."
Seeing the young maid beside him start to retch, Jenkins immediately stopped talking. The above incident is true, but the one who bought the corpse was not a viscount, but a believer in [End of Death], this is the business of the church.
Detective Ignaz looked at the wine glasses on the carpet and the maids on the side from time to time, and he was also suspicious of the three ladies. According to the general situation, Jenkins has little to do with this matter. He may leave after recording the statement. The detective is not new to the profession. As long as he gets rid of suspicion, he can use his relationship to cut off the connection with this matter. And these three maids will become important suspects in the case. Once the clues of the case are interrupted and the detective can prove his innocence, then one of them will be identified as a suspect, especially if he has access to with wine glasses.
"Ladies, may I ask who prepared Mrs. David's wine?"
Detective Ignaz unexpectedly asked this question.
"What does he want to do? Has the murderer been found?"
Jenkins thought suspiciously, getting involved in the case rashly, especially for the detective who ended up getting along with the deceased, would only get him into trouble.
"it's me."
The third maid raised her hand. She was also young, with some freckles on her face. Jenkins didn't know much about her, and the two never spoke.
The woman looked at the detective and at the wine glass, with a panic expression on her face: "Sir, you are not suspicious..."
"No, no, ma'am, please relax."
If the detective hadn't interrupted aloud, the woman who spoke the last words might have passed out from excitement. But even so, she was still trembling with fear. If she hadn't been supported by her companions, she might have fallen to the ground.
"You prepared the wine, and you also brought it up?"
"Yes, sir. Oh, it really has nothing to do with me. This bottle of wine was bought by Madam from Ponton Winery when Mr. David was still there, and together they..."
She screamed again, rolling her eyes up, panting heavily.
Several people were flustered for a while, and then she was calmed down. Jenkins looked at the detective, and he spread his hands in an innocent expression.
"Please don't worry, we are still not sure that this is poisoning. Even if it is poisoning, the toxin does not necessarily come from the wine... It may also be a problem with the wine glass."
Jenkins comforted in a low voice.
The woman who just woke up turned pale again: "I was also responsible for cleaning and preparing the wine glasses."
"No, no, maybe it's not a wine glass."
Jenkins spoke hastily again, his eyes flicking over the faces of the detective and the other two maids, and then down to the corpse on the ground:
"It could be somewhere else, like, like..."
The writer who is originally an apprentice in an antique shop and is now acting as a detective also played a cameo role. He said five "such as" in a row, then touched his chin uncomfortably, and continued to add in a panic: "It may also be that someone sneaked into the Going over here, poisoning wine glasses, or wine or something. Yes, that's it."
The more he spoke, the more confident he became, and a smile gradually appeared on his face, "Yes, that's it, the murderer may have come from outside the house, and the poisonous thing may have been taken by the madam a long time ago, but she didn't get sick until just now .For example, the food at the funeral, the lipstick of the wife, etc. may be the targets of poisoning."
"Is this the description in "The Legend of the Detective Knight?"
The maid Best said in a trembling voice, and Jenkins immediately showed an embarrassed expression on his face, and secretly rejoiced in his heart:
"Very well, ma'am, that's a great cooperation."
Mr. Detective seemed to think of something, his eyes narrowed. He turned around, carefully observed the expressions of the three maids, and then approached the corpse again. He squatted down, as if confirming something.
"That reminds me."
PS: Ask for tickets, ask for tickets, I added an update yesterday, and forgot to ask for tickets.