Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Adopters

Dermot looked down at the names and addresses in his notebook.The phone has rang twice but no answer.He tried again, still no answer.So he decided to see for himself. Margaret Benz's studio is at the bottom of Square Road.Dermot groped his way up to the first floor, and there was a white board with black words: "Margaret Benz's private studio." Dermot entered the door and found it was a reception room, but no one greeted him.He stood there and cleared his throat loudly, raising his voice, "Is anyone there?" There was a sound of slippers behind the velvet cloth, and a young man with thick hair leaned forward: "Sir, I'm very sorry, I didn't hear your voice."

He parted the curtains, and Dermot followed him into a studio with cameras, light bulbs, arc lights, piles of drapes, fluorescent panels. "I want to see Miss Margaret Bence." "Oh, Margaret. She's out taking pictures of models." Dermot handed the young man his business card. "I don't think so," said the young man. "It's the Chief Inspector! What do you want from Margaret?" "I just wanted to ask her a question or two. She was a witness to a recent murder in Mary Meade." "Oh," said the young man, looking at his watch. "At this time she was taking pictures at Kate's house. My car is parked outside, how about I take you there?"

"Great, sir, what's your name?" "Jetello," said the young man, "Jetolo Johnny." Jessolo quickly and swiftly drove towards Detham Square Road, and came near Kate's house. At this time, there happened to be a shooting scene on the sidewalk near the house, and a girl with a low voice and a husky voice was holding a camera. command. "Hey—Margaret." Mr. Jessro greeted. She turns her head. "Oh, it's you. What are you doing here?" "I'll bring a man to see you, Chief Inspector Crake." The girl quickly set her eyes on the Chief Inspector, her eyes seemed to be full of caution and scrutiny.She was a tall, thin girl, with pointed elbows and kneecaps, but an interesting overall figure, thick black hair falling on her cheeks, and a dusty complexion; not attractive at all, but full of character, to him .

"Hello, Miss Bruns. There was an unfortunate incident at Goldstein's, and you were there, if I remember correctly, to take some photographs." The girl nodded. "Of course I'm not impressed. Are you from Scotland Yard?" "yes." "What does he rely on to make decisions?" "It depends on whether the case is local or national or international." "Does he think this is an international case?" "Perhaps the Atlantic case would be more appropriate." "What do you want to ask me? Shall I go to Scotland Yard?"

He shook his head, "No, unless you like it, go back to your studio." "Okay," she said, walking quickly along the sidewalk, with Dermot following her.She led him into the studio, gestured for him to sit down in a chair, calm under his thick black hair.looked at him suspiciously. "You do professional photography?" Dermot asked. "Yes. But that time I photographed the day of the banquet, including Jason Luther and Marina Gray welcoming the guests, and local celebrities and some other people." "Yes, I know that. You took pictures on the stairs?"

“It was like this for a while, you could see the guests coming up the stairs from above, and you could see Marina shaking hands with the guests. You didn’t have to move to get all the angles.” "Did you see anything special?" "At one point, you can see Marina Gray and Jason Luther quite clearly from where you're standing, and most of the time he's walking around, serving drinks, introducing people and stuff like that. But I don't see that Mrs. Bedley—” "It's Mrs. Baecock. Do you remember when the Mayor arrived?" "Oh, yes, I remember very well, he brought a whole bunch of people with him. I took a picture of him going up the stairs, a close-up profile shot, and it looked very grim. Then I took another The way he shook hands with Marina."

"I think you can see Marina Gray quite clearly, and point the camera at her from time to time." "Yes, most of the time, but I'll wait for the right moment." "Did you see a man named Adavik Foyne?" "See, I filmed him going upstairs with Lola Brest." "Just behind the mayor." She thought about it, then agreed. "Yes, about that time." "Did you notice then that Marina Gray suddenly felt uncomfortable. Did you see any unusual expression on her face?" Margaret Bing leaned forward to open the cigarette box, took out a cigarette and lit it, when she suddenly said, "Why do you ask me this question?"

"Because I was anxious to know the answer to the question—a solid answer." She stood up suddenly. "Wait a minute," she said, "I'll show you something that's better than words." She opened the curtains and disappeared, mumbling something in her mouth. "What the hell is going on," she said when she appeared. "If you want something like that, you can't find it, but let me find it anyway." She approached him and handed him a glossy photo, which he looked down at.It was a picture of Marina Gray, well done.She is shaking hands with a woman in front of her with her back to the camera.Marina Gray wasn't looking directly at her, her eyes were out of focus and slightly to the left.What interested Dermot was that there was no expression on that face, no fear or pain, just a look of something.Due to the excessive emotional shock, there was no expression on his face.Dermot once saw a man with such an expression, it was the moment after he was shot...

"Satisfied?" asked Margaret Binto. Dermot sighed deeply. "Yes, thank you. You know it's always hard to tell who's right when a witness is exaggerating or imagining, but in this case she saw something." Then he asked, "Can I keep this Photo?" "Oh, yes, I still have the negatives." "Did you know Marina Gray?" "No." "Where did you train?" "At Raygarden Studios, I studied with Anju Kebo for a while, and he taught me a lot." "Raygarden Studio and Anju Kebo." Dermot immediately became alert. These two names reminded him of something.

"You live in Qichun Town, don't you?" She looked very happy. "You seem to know a lot about me, have you checked it out?" "Miss Bruns, you are a famous photographer, and you have been mentioned in many articles. Why did you come to England?" She shrugged. "Oh, I want a change. Although I was born in England, I went to America as a child. When I was five years old." "Miss Bruns, I think you can tell me more." Her face tightened, watching him. "what you mean?" Dermot looked at her, trying his luck.Raygarden Studios, Anju Kebo, and the name of the town.He felt as if Miss Marple was egging him on behind his back, don't hesitate.

"I think you know more about Marina Gray than you let on." She smiled, "What should I say, you have nothing to prove." "Me? I don't think so, it just takes a little time and effort to prove it. Listen, Bensley, don't you think it would be better to admit it? Admit that Marina Gray adopted you and you lived with her for four years. " She hissed and breathed out rapidly: "You meddling, annoying bastard!" He was taken aback. It was completely different from her previous attitude.She stood up and shook her black hair. "Well, well, it's true. Yes, Marina Gray took me to America. My mother had eight kids and lived in a slum, and I think she wrote them like a bunch of other people to know movie stars who wrote a sad story begging them to adopt their kids. Oh, it's disgusting to think about, that's all." "There are three of you," Dermot said, "three adopted children from different places at different times." "That's right, me, Rhodes, Angas. Angas is older than me, and Rhodes is actually a baby. We live very well, oh! Great, you can get what you want!" She raised her voice, With a taste of mockery. "Clothes, a car, a nice house, someone to take care of us, a good education, good food, everything. She is our 'mother' and she does her job as a mother, she sings to us, and we Take a photo together! Oh, that photo is so emotional and heartwarming." "Is Edge really Esther Wright?" "Yes, her third or fourth husband, I forget. He was really a good man. He didn't look like a father. What he cared about most was his articles. I have read some of his works, full of Brutal and cruel, but powerful, I think someday people will call him a great writer." "How long does this go on?" Margaret laughed suddenly, "Until she got tired of this particular way of acting. No, that's not quite right...it should be until she found out that she was about to have a child of her own." She laughed, and there was pain in her laughter. "We're not needed anymore. We're just filling the vacuum for a while. She doesn't care about us. She wants her own kids." "You can't blame her for that," Dermot said softly. "I don't blame her for wanting to have children of her own, no! But what about us?" "You feel pain, I understand." "No, now I don't feel pain, I've overcome it, I suffer because I remember the past, we all suffer." "You three?" "Oh, no, Rhodes won't, he doesn't care about anything, let alone he is still young. But Angas feels the same as me, and even hates it even more. He said that one day he will grow up in the future, and he must kill her. born baby." "You know that kid?" "Oh, of course, and everyone knows how. She was so happy when she was about to have a baby of her own, and it turned out to be an idiot, and she didn't want us to go back." "You hate her very much?" "Why do you hate her? This is what everyone can do, although she has hurt me a lot." "What about your two brothers?" "Oh, everyone is scattered. Rhodes is on a farm in the Midwest. He is naturally optimistic. As for Angas, I don't know. I haven't seen him since." "Does he still hold a grudge?" "I don't think so," said Margaret. "The last time I saw him he said he was going to act in a play, and I don't know if he actually did." "You remember?" Dermot said. "Yes, I do," said Margaret Binto. "Was Marina Gray surprised to see you the other day, or did she put you in a photoshoot on purpose to please you?" "Her?" The girl smiled sarcastically, "She doesn't know how the banquet is arranged. I really want to see her, so I try to get this job. I want to know how she is now. As a result, she didn't even recognize her." She doesn’t recognize me anymore, I lived with her for four years, from five to nine years old, and she doesn’t know me anymore.” "Kids change," Dermot said, "so it's not easy to recognize. You didn't tell her who you were?" She shook her head, "No, I didn't tell her that I wouldn't do such a thing." "Miss Bruns, did you attempt to poison her?" Her attitude changed, she stood up and said with a smile: "It's incredible to ask such a question! But I think you have to ask, this is one of your duties. I can assure you that I did not kill her." "I asked you if you wanted to murder her, and you said you didn't. That's true, but someone died, murdered." "You mean I tried to murder Marina and ended up killing Mrs. What by mistake. I just said I didn't try to murder Marina, and I didn't poison Mrs. Backcock." "But maybe you know who did it?" "Inspector, I tell you I know nothing." "But do you have some concepts?" "Oh, everyone has ideas," she smiled mockingly at him. "There may or may not be any of them. The dark-haired android secretary, the elegant Hayley Preston, the servant, the masseuse, the beautician, someone in the studio, and among them Maybe someone is in disguise." Then he took a pointless step towards her, and she shook her head violently, "Inspector, take it easy," she said, "I was only kidding you. Someone was so cruel to Marina, but I don't know who, Not at all."