Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen Between Checking and Not Checking

A handsome young American looked around in bewilderment. The distribution of the residential area puzzled him. He said politely to a gray-haired old lady: "Excuse me, old lady, can you tell me where Breham Crouse Street is?" The old lady looked at him for a while: "What number do you want?" "Number 16." He looked at a small piece of paper. "Grey Dixon." "That's right," said the old lady. "However, I think she's working at the Welfare Agency at Shillingford Studios. If you want to find her, you can look for her there." "She didn't go to work this morning," the young man explained. "I want to ask her to go to Gaotuding Village. There are not enough people there today."

"Of course," said the old woman, "the servant was killed last night." The young man was slightly taken aback. The old lady said again, "Mr. Luther's secretary also died of an attack last night." She shook her head as she spoke, "It's terrible, it's terrible. What should we do?" Later in the day another visitor came to No. 16 Breham Colonn Street. This was Constable William (Tom) Tedder. He knocked eagerly on the bright yellow door. "Miss Gray Dixon lives here?" "She's gone, she seems to be on vacation." A little girl came out and answered.

"Oh, when did she leave?" "This morning. As if out of the blue, she said she should take the opportunity to do a free trip." "Is there anyone supporting her on this trip?" "There must be," said the girl. "She's in a tight spot at the moment. Last week she went shopping for bargains." "You don't know who is supporting her on this trip or helping her with it?" The blond girl immediately became angry. "Aren't you mistaken? Our Grey is not that kind of woman. She and her boyfriend may go on vacation in the same place, but they're serious and she pays for it."

Tedel said gently that he didn't understand, shook his head and left.He came back to headquarters with different documents. From the set, he heard that Gray Dixon called back that day and said that she would not be at work for a week. He also learned that Marina Gray often suffered from hysteria, Said her coffee was poisoned and tasted bitter, and her husband poured it down the sink and told her not to worry.But Mr. Luther didn't throw it all away, he kept some of it for analysis, and it turned out to be poisonous. " When asked about this, Tom told Dermot all these situations, and Dermot decided to talk to Luther.Nervous and angry, Jason Luther said, "I have absolutely the right to do this."

"Mr. Luther, if you have any doubts about coffee, it might be better if you leave it to us." "I didn't doubt it for a moment." "You didn't suspect it even though your wife said it smelled weird?" "Oh, this!" A sad smile flashed across Luther's face. "Everything she's eaten since the party has tasted weird. This and those threatening letters—" "A lot of threatening letters?" "Not just two. One dropped in the window and one in the letter box. Here it is if you want to see it." Dermot looked at it. Both letters were written in print.One of them read:

The time is not far, please prepare for the aftermath. Another letter also showed a skull and two bones and read: "Marina, this is your end." He raised his eyebrows, "Very childish." "You made it less dangerous?" "Not at all. The murderer's mind is usually very naive. Mr. Luther, don't you know who wrote those letters at all?" "Not at all," Jason said, "I've always thought this was probably a joke too far. It seems to me that maybe—" I don't know what to say. "How is it? Mr. Luther?" "It could be someone in the local area, maybe he has a pleasure in poisoning, maybe he has an aversion to actors. Some rural areas think acting is a terrible weapon."

"You mean Miss Gray wasn't really threatened? But what about the coffee thing?" "I don't know where you heard this from?" Luther was a little annoyed. Dermot shook his head: "Everything will be talked about. Even if you get the analysis table of coffee ingredients, you still don't want us to know, do you?" "No," Jason said, "no, I have other things to worry about, like Ira's death is one thing, and now it's Ghisper. Inspector, when can I take my wife away? She's going crazy .” "I can understand that, but there is still investigation to be done."

"I can't stand this anymore, I think..., I should take her away. I should." After Luther finished speaking, he sent Dermot away, and came to the bedroom with an unhappy face. Marina is lying on a couch in her bedroom, her eyes closed, her spirits languishing from tension and exhaustion. Her husband stood watching her for a moment, and her eyes opened. "Is that the inspector? What's the matter with him? Is it about Ira?" "About Ira and Gispo." Marina frowned. "Ghisper? Have they found out who killed him?" "not yet." "It was like a bad dream... Did he say we could leave?"

"He said not yet." "Why not? We have to leave. You didn't make him understand that I can't just live and wait for someone to kill me. That would be crazy." "They'll take any precautions." "That's what they used to say. But could it have prevented the Iraqi murder? Or Gispo? . . . What did I put in my coffee that day on set?" "Would you be happier if you knew?" She stared at him and was stunned: "I don't understand what you mean. But I can't go on like this! There must be an enemy here, either on the set or at home, he must hate me to death—but Why? Who? Who? I thought—I could almost guess—it was Ira. But now—”

"You think it's Ira?" Jason was a little surprised, "Why?" "Because she hates me—oh, yes, she's madly in love with you, and I don't believe you don't know. But it can't be Ira, because Ira's dead. Oh, Jake, Jake, help, Take me out of here, to a safe... safe... place." She stood up and walked back and forth, Luther hurried over to hug her: "Marina, it's okay, I will take care of you." "We must leave this nasty place immediately, I hate this house." "We can't get out of here right now. Because of the complications of the murder... and there are other things to consider, and if someone hates you that much, he won't let you go so easily."

"You mean—you mean—that I can never hide? Oh, I'm a coward," she murmured, "a coward... if I knew who that man was—why?...Give me the pill —yellow, not brown. I need meds to calm down." "Marina, for safety's sake, don't eat too much." She smiled, a sweet and bitter smile: "Jike, will you take care of me? I swear you will take care of me..." "Forever," said Jason Luther, "until death." Her eyes widened. "You looked very—weird when you said that."