Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Gunshots in the Middle of the Night

Frank Cornyon put down the receiver. "Miss Brest has left London," he said. "Now?" Dermot asked. "You think she—" "I don't know, I shouldn't think so, but I don't know. Where's Ardavek Finn?" "Going out, I left a message for him to call you. Photographer Margaret Bence taking pictures somewhere in the country. Her sissy buddy doesn't know where she's gone, maybe he knows and won't tell, or That servant has slipped away to London." "I doubt," said Dermot, thinking, "why is he in such a hurry to go to London today? Is he making excuses? I doubt this so-called 'sick relative'."

"He could have easily put cyanide in the nasal spray before he left." "Anyone can do it." "But I think he was instigated, and it can't be someone from outside." "Oh, of course. You can judge your timing and park the car on the sidewalk and wait until everyone is in the dining room before sneaking in the window and upstairs, and those bushes are next to the house." "What an adventure." "You know the murderer never takes risks to heart, obviously." "We have people watching nearby." "I know. Not enough for one. I don't worry so much about the anonymous letters. Marina Gray is well protected. I never thought anyone else would be in danger. I..."

Then the phone rang, and Kenneth went to answer it. "Rochester Hotel. Mr. Adavek Finn answered." He handed the whistle to Cledar. "Mr. Finn? I'm Cleder." "Oh yes, I heard you called me. I'm out all day today." "Mr. Finn, I am sorry to tell you that Miss Zielinski died of cyanide poisoning this morning." "Really? It really surprised me. Was it an accident? Or something else?" "No accident. There was cyanic acid in her usual nasal spray." "I see, yes, I know..." He paused. "May I ask why you specifically called to tell me this unfortunate incident?"

"Mr. Finn, don't you know Miss Zielinski?" "Of course I do. I've known her for several years, not an intimate friend." "We want you to help us." "How can I help you?" "Perhaps you can shed some light on her death." "I suggest you ask Jason Luther." "So you have nothing to offer?" Dermot thought the answer was no, but to his surprise, Adavek Fein's heavy breathing came from the other end of the phone. "Chief Inspector, are you still listening?" "Yes, Mr. Finn." "I decided to tell you something, and it went like this, I got a call a day or two ago, very thin, and it said - I quote that - I saw you... I saw you put the pills in Into the cup... You thought there were no witnesses, did you? That's it for now—I'll tell you what you're going to do next."

Dermot was amazed. "You're surprised, aren't you? But let me tell you plainly that the accusations are completely baseless. I didn't put the pills in anyone's cup. It's absurd for me to ask them to show evidence. But it seems that Jay Miss Lynskey engaged in blackmail." "Do you recognize her voice?" "It's too low to recognize, but it's Ira Zielinski's fault." "how do you know?" "She sneezed loudly before hanging up. I know Miss Zielinski has a nose allergy." "what do you think?" "I think Miss Zielinski has the wrong person, and in my opinion she will succeed in blackmail. Blackmail is a dangerous game"

Dermot stretched. "Mr. Fei Jun, thank you very much for the information you provided. Formally, I must investigate your whereabouts today." "Of course! My driver can give you the correct information." Dermot hung up and recounted the conversation on the phone.Kenneth could not help whistling "That's what makes him uneasy, or a kind of mystification. If Ira Zielinski has no chance to leave any suspicious records, then this kind of decisive approach to the problem is a kind of mystification. .” "What should he do?" "We found some made-up excuses," Dermot said. "He could have paid someone a lot of money."

Regarding the matter of payment, further investigation will be conducted.However, this investigation has not yet started, and something happened to the servant Gispo in London. It was past midnight when Ghisper returned to Goldstein, the last train for Mary Meade had left, and he had to take a taxi home. After paying the fare, he approached Luke through the bushes, and opened the back door with the key. The room was dark and silent.He locked the door and went upstairs to go back to his bedroom when he found a vent, maybe the front door was opened somewhere.He decided to ignore it and went upstairs to insert the key into the room.As he turned the key and pushed the door open, he felt a blocking pressure behind the door and a voice said, "Hands up! Shut up!"

Ghisper immediately raised his hand, he had no choice, in fact he had no choice. The trigger was pulled—once—twice. Ghisper fell down... "Someone was killed?" Miss Marple asked in surprise. After thinking about it, he said, "I've expected it a long time ago." "Oh. Really!" cried Miss Kennet. "The Italian servant. He was shot last night." "I know," said Miss Marple, "yes, I should have expected that before he saw the important thing--" Miss Kennet raised her voice, "Why was he killed?" "I think he was trying to blackmail somebody."

"They say he went to London yesterday." "There's a big problem with that, and it helps a lot with the case," said Miss Marple. Julie walked up to Miss Marple and looked at her curiously. "We're running out of time," said Miss Marple. "You seem to have told me that Miss Gray knew him well." She secretly loves him.No wonder, he's so handsome, and Italians are always good--but I told her to be careful with him.Yes, I'll ask, did she visit him before he left? " "Why does she want to see him?" "She thought it was funny," replied Julie.

Miss Marple looked at her puzzled. "She was one of the girls who helped out at the party that day," Jolie explained. "She finds something funny when she sees it." "Why don't you go to the police?" "Oh, she doesn't think that's important, you know," explained Charlie. "She thinks it's better to ask Mr. Ghisper first." "What did she see that day?" Julie frowned. "She talked about Mrs Baecock and the cocktail and she said she was so close to her at the time and she thought she did it on purpose." "What did she do on purpose?"

"Pour wine on your clothes." Miss Marple was perplexed. "I don't see the point of doing that." "She could get a new dress," Jolie said, "and that's the problem, Grey's wondering if she can get that dress and come back and do the laundry." "You think your friend Grey might be hiding something?" "Oh, I'm just skeptical, because I don't know if what she's seen - Mrs Baecock poured wine on her clothes on purpose - is it necessary to ask Mr Ghisper?" "No, I don't see it," said Miss Marple. At this moment the door opened, and Miss Kennet entered with a delicious, yellowish frothy drink in a goblet. Miss Marple leaned back and closed her eyes. "I want to rest," she said. "Put the glass here—thank you. Please don't come in and disturb me for forty minutes."