Chapter 34 Chapter 34 Letters from South America

A few weeks later, Frankie received a letter.The letter was affixed with the stamp of a lesser-known South American republic. When she had read it, she handed the letter to Bobby. The content of the letter is as follows: Dear Frankie: I sincerely congratulate you!You and your young Navy friends have shattered the plan of my life in which I had carefully arranged everything. Do you want to know the whole situation?My girlfriend has completely betrayed me (with a grudge, I'm afraid women are often malicious), so I can't do me any harm by this deeply disreputable confession.Besides, I'm starting a new life, and Roger Bassington-French is dead.

I thought I was one of those people who would always be called a 'bad guy'.When I was studying at Oxford, I made a little mistake, and I was confused because I would be legally responsible if I was found out. My father didn't disappoint me, but he sent me to the British colonies in America. Before long, I ran into Moira and her gang by chance.She is such a stunner.She was a notorious criminal when she was fifteen.When I met her, the situation was making her unable to stay. The US police are hunting her. I love each other with her.We've decided to get married, but first we have to implement some plans.

Let her marry Nicholson first.That way she could emigrate to another country and the police wouldn't be able to find her.Nicholson had just traveled to England to open a psychiatric asylum.He is looking for a suitable house and buying it cheaply.So Moira went with him to Grange Hall. She was dealing drugs with her partner at the time, and since Nicholson didn't know, she thought Nicholson could take advantage. I have always had two ambitions: one is to be the master of Merowe House, and the other is to have a lot of money.A Bassington-French had been an important figure in the reign of Charles II.Since then, the family has been reduced to mediocrity.I think I can make a comeback, but I have to be rich.

Moira has traveled to Canada several times to "see her loved ones".Nicholson adored her and believed anything she said to him.Most men are like that.Due to the complexity of the drug business, she changed many names during her travels.She was traveling under the guise of Mrs. Templeton when she met Savage.She knew everything about Savage and his riches, and she went all out against him.He was mesmerized, but not to the point of losing his mind. For this, we concocted a plan.You know the content of this plan very well.The person you take as Cayman plays the part of the heartless husband.Savage was lured to come and stay at Tudor Cottage on more than one occasion.When he came for the third time, we implemented the plan.I don't have to recount what you know.One anesthesia and it's over.After Moira got the money, she lied about going abroad, but actually returned to the Grange Mansion in Staveley Village.

At the same time, I am also perfecting my own plan.Henry and Tommy had to be removed.I was unlucky with Tommy and failed twice to cause accidents.I have no intention of wasting time with accidents on Henry's business.He accidentally suffered from rheumatism after going hunting on a hunting ground.I recommended morphine to him, and he took it at my word.Henry was a simple-minded man who soon became a drug addict.Our plan was that he would have to go to Grange Mansion for treatment, where he would either "suicide" or be overdosed with morphine.Moira will do the job well, and anyway, I shouldn't get involved.

However, that stupid Carstairs got into action. It appears that Savage mentioned Lady Templeton when he wrote to him from the ship and sent a picture of her with the letter.Shortly thereafter, Carstairs went on a hunting trip.When he heard about Savage's death and will when he returned from the moor, he was obviously suspicious.He decided it was a fraud.He was sure Savage didn't worry about his own death, and he didn't believe Savage had a particular fear of cancer.Also, the wording of the will strikes him as particularly out of character for Savage.Savage was a shrewd businessman, and Carstairs couldn't believe he would leave her a large sum of money and give the rest to charity when he could be having an affair with a phony woman at any moment .The idea of ​​donating to charity was my idea.This creates respect and avoids suspicion.

Carstairs came here determined to investigate the matter.He started looking around. We immediately handed in a bad luck.Some friends took him here for lunch, and he saw the picture of Moira on the piano and recognized her as the woman in the picture Savage had sent him.He got to Chipping Somerton, and began his visits there. Moira and I were startled at first, and I sometimes thought there was nothing to be alarmed about.But Carstairs was a tough guy. I played Chipping Somerton after him.He did not find Rose Chudley, the cook, who had gone north, but he tracked down Evans, got her married name, and set off for Marchbolt.

The situation is getting worse.If Evans proves that Mrs Templeton and Mrs Nicholson are the same person, things could become troublesome.However, we cannot be sure how much she might have known if she had stayed home. I decided I had to get rid of Carstairs.He's making trouble for himself.Chance helped me, and as the mist rose I was snugly behind him, and I crept up to him and gave him a sharp push to finish the job. But I'm still in a dilemma.I don't know what he might be involved in.However, that young naval friend of yours did me a favor.I stayed alone for a while, enough to get me to my point.He had a photograph of Moira, presumably obtained from a photographer for identification.I took the photo and all the supporting documents and put in a photo of the partner's woman.

It's all going great.The fake sister and brother-in-law came to confirm the identity of the deceased.All things seemed to be done satisfactorily.But your friend Bobby messed things up.It seems that Carstairs regained consciousness and said something before his death.He mentioned Evans, who actually worked as a maid at the vicarage. I admit we were flustered and a little confused.Moira insisted on killing Fooby, and we tried once and failed. Moira said she was in charge of it.She drove down to Marchsuelt and took a golden opportunity to put some morphine in Bobby's beer bottle while he was asleep.But the little devil didn't die.This is pure bad luck.

As I told you, it was Nicholson's cross-examination that made me suspect that you didn't seem like a real car accident.Moira was sneaking out to meet me that night and happened to be right in front of Bobby, and you can imagine how frightened she was: she recognized him right away, because she had watched him carefully that day when he was fast asleep.It's not surprising that she nearly fainted from fright.Then she realized that Bobby didn't suspect her, and she pulled herself together and made a big fuss. She went to the inn and made up some unbelievable stories to him.He believed it all.She lied about Ellen Carstairs as her past lover and exaggerated her fear of Nicholson.She also did her best to dispel your suspicions about me.I've also led you to believe that she's a weak, helpless woman, when in fact Moira has the guts to kill a few people without mercy!

The situation is serious.We've got the money, and we're well on our way with Henry's plan.I'm in no rush to deal with Tommy, I can wait.When the time comes, Nicholson is an easy kill.But you and Bobby are a threat.You are already suspected of going to the Grange Mansion. You might be interested to know if Henry committed suicide, I killed him!When I was talking to you in the garden, I knew it was time to go straight in and get it done. The plane flying above gave me a chance.I went into the study and sat next to Henry, who was writing, and I said, "Look here, old man..." and fired! The roar of the plane drowned out the sound of the gunfire. And then I wrote that very touching letter The suicide note, wiped fingerprints from the pistol, pressed it in Henry's hand and let it drop to the floor. I left the room after putting the study key in Henry's pocket, and locked the door from the outside with the dining room key that opened the study door. I need not dwell on how deftly I planted a small charge of dynamite in the chimney, timed to explode four minutes later. All goes well.You and I heard the "gunshot" together in the garden.A perfect suicide!The only person who openly doubted the matter was poor old Nicholson.The bastard came back looking for a cane or something! Of course, Bobby's chivalry made Moira a little embarrassed, so she took refuge at Tudor Cottage.We think Nicholson's explanation of his wife's disappearance will certainly arouse your suspicions. Where Moira really shows her mettle is at Tudor House.The noise from upstairs made it clear to her that I was knocked down, and she quickly injected herself with a large dose of morphine and lay down on the bed.When you went downstairs to make a phone call, she flew up to the top floor and cut the rope that bound me.Then the morphine kicked in, the doctor arrived just in time, and she was in an anesthetized coma. But her nerves were still working.She's worried that you'll find Evans and see how Savage's will and suicide were contrived.She was also concerned that Carstairs had written to Evans before going to Marchbolt.She pretended to go to the London Sanitarium, but actually hurried to March Bolt, and met you at the door!So she had the idea of ​​killing both of you.Her approach was reckless to the extreme, but I'm sure she'll get away with it.I doubt that the waitress could recall the face of the woman who came with you.Moira could have gone back to London lurking in a nursing home.The whole thing will die down with you and Bobby getting rid of them. However, you saw through her, she was dizzy.Later in the interrogation she dragged me into this matter! Maybe, I'm getting tired of her gradually... But I don't know if she gets it. In fact, she got money, and it was my money!Once I'm married to her, I might get tired of her.I love a change. So here I am starting a new life... All thanks to you and your particularly annoying young man, Bobby Jones. But I have no doubts about being successful! Maybe it should be a failure rather than a success? I still haven't changed my mind. But if you start to fail, then you keep trying again and again and again. Goodbye, dear, maybe say.People will never understand, right? Love your haters, cheeky villains. Roger Bassington-French

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