Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen

After a moment of silence, Balck said, "I will never again ridicule your gifted intuition, Grant. Do you think she is crazy?" "It's crazy if it's too logical, and she is," Grant said. "Also, she doesn't seem to have feelings for the whole thing—either for herself or for Sorrell." "Indeed, maybe she's delusional." "Is there even a chance that it's true? In my opinion, that's far less credible than Ramon's story." "Oh, yes, you're right," said Grant, "that you're rightly surprised because, unlike me, you've been involved with this case day and night.

The whole case was deadlocked—Sorrell's suicide, the money given to Ramon, the cruise booking, the pin.I was too stupid to see that the initials on the pin could have been R. M. (Ray Macbeth), insisting that the woman was Mrs. Lockleigh.If Mrs. Wallace hadn't turned herself in, the initials on the brooch wouldn't have done me much good.Even so, I should have thought it had something to do with Rey Macbeth. On the first day of the investigation, I went to Wuffington to chat with the gatekeeper, and I met Miss Rey, who invited me for tea.After tea I described the dagger to her—details reported in that evening's paper, and she seemed very surprised at my inference that she had seen it.But at that time, there was no way to ask her to explain clearly when she was unwilling, so this doubt has always been in my mind.She had never had anything to do with the case until just now—Sorrell must have decided to go with her after hearing that she was going to America.Poor guy! She was the one and only Rey Macbeth in the world, a superstar, but he still couldn't get over her who had been Rose Markham.This then caused his tragedy.She, of course, was unmoved by it.It had been a long time since Rey Macbeth remembered that she was once called Rose Markham.

I guess she made it clear that there was no possibility between them when she returned him the brooch he'd bought for her, but that didn't help.Ornaments no longer mean anything to Rey Macbeth.He insisted on going to the United States until Tuesday night when he received the package Mrs. Everett was talking about.It was the brooch in the package, and his heart broke.She might have included an invitation to marry her and Raycin, that's all I know.Did you expect him to leave on the same cruise ship as her? Sorrell must have been thinking that when he killed her, he would kill himself.The stage at the Wuffington Theater is not the most ideal place to shoot Revolver, but I guess he intends to cause a ruckus after the curtain falls.Not long ago, I was watching the audience in the back of the symphony orchestra during a final night at the amphitheatre.Or if he was trying to do it when she left after the show, I don't know.It would have been easier for him to strike in the evening—when he and Ramon were killing time on the street—but he didn't.I don't think he wants his friends to know that he's in a situation they'll never find themselves in.You also saw that he tried to make things so logical that they took it for granted that he was on his way to America.There are not enough clues to support this claim.

Neither Mrs. Everett nor Ramone would associate the unknown murderer of Rey Macbeth with the man they believed to have been aboard the Queen of Arabia.He may have forgotten that he had met Mrs. Wallace in the street, or that he had not expected her to perceive what was on his mind.When he was thinking about something, she was astute to see his intentions.Of course, she had a track—because she knew Rey.And she was the only one who could bring Sorrell and Rey together.Rey Macbeth wasn't going anywhere with him.He was going to make it nicer, give his money to his friend, and repeatedly warn Ramon not to open the paper bag until Thursday.Guess Sorrell sees this as an opportunity, does he want his friends to never know what happened to him, or does he not care how long it takes them to find out what he's done?" "I don't know!" Baer "I don't think he was that sane at the time," K said. "

"Then you'd be wrong," said Grant, thoughtfully, "I don't think Sorrell is a blind man. As Ramon knew about him—he would spend a long time thinking about it, and then actually do what he wanted to do. The only person he ignored was Mrs. Wallace - she wasn't the kind of person you'd expect to find on the fringes of the sensible crowd, you'd have to agree.Sorrell wasn't a villain, and although in the end he made it seem like he was really going to America, he packed impeccably—Ramon was packing that same day, probably in and out of the room the whole time.He did not bring any letters or photographs of Rey Macbeth.When his plans for progress were ready, everything had to be destroyed.Except for one thing, he forgot the brooch, it fell out of his coat pocket. "

"Do you think Rey Macbeth is going to be involved in this?" "No, I don't think so." "why not? " "Because Rey Macbeth is the most self-interested person in this era. She may remember this dagger from my description, but she has no reason to associate the murdered person with Sorrell, let alone Not to mention that her biological mother was also involved in the affair, Scotland Yard did not find out Sorrell's identity until Monday, when she had already left for the United States. If she knew - though not necessarily - that the dead man was Sorrell Well, I'd be very surprised. I don't think she reads newspapers in addition to entertainment news, and there's no interest in parade murders in America."

"In the end, there was a bolt of news waiting for her." Balk said pityingly. "And," said Grant impassively, "at least there's good news for Ramon, and I'm heartily happy for him. I made a rather stupid mistake in this case. But now, I'm better than Had fun pulling him aboard from the lagoon." "You're amazing, Grant! I'm just about to dance like Punch." Seriously. If you get fired from the police, you can live off your precognition and do whatever you want for five shillings a time." "So you can surprise me and blackmail me? 'Give me a pound or I'll be caught by the police!'

No, I can't predict everything.After all, in a human relationship, you have to make up your own mind about who this person is despite the evidence in front of you.I didn't confess to myself that night on the train, but I believe Ramon's statement is true. " "This is really a strange thing," said Balk, "—I have lived to this age, and this is the most bizarre thing I have ever seen." He lifted his body from the table he had leaned on before, "Maureen Let me know when you get back. If he gets the scabbard, then we're going to be ready for the story. Ramon's going to be in custody again tomorrow, huh?

We'll take her to court then. ' He left Grant alone. Grant involuntarily continued what he had been doing before Balck came in and interrupted him.He unlocked the desk drawer and took out his dagger and brooch.There is a thin line between thought and action, but the result is a world of difference! He should put aside this mystery that has haunted him for so long and is now revealed, as he put aside the symbol of his disappointment.After he figured it out, he felt that it couldn't be simpler.Now he understood! If Mrs. Wallace hadn't appeared . . . he shook off the thought.He was almost overwhelmed with unease over this accident by a woman who wanted justice, even if she had behaved foolishly, and the success of the crime was attributed to the Inspector of Scotland Yard, and the evidence was consistent.He thereby preserved his reputation.

The evidence is clearly focused on - the altercation, left-handedness, wounds.The man they were after had had a run-in with Sorrell, who was left-handed and had a scar on his thumb.Isn't that good enough? It turned out to be boring - like Miss Dee Moore's sheets.The murderer was a woman with dexterous hands and a wound on her finger. He just happened to be saved by the heroic act of a lady. His mind went back to the horribly wrong investigation; tracing Sorrell's identity: Nottingham, the young clerk of the Faithful Brothers; Connect what happened from a human perspective.Hau Legod, with his handsome face and quick wit, perfectly describes Ramon's appearance.Danny Miller. The final night performance of Don't You Know?Raid Sorrell's office with Stowe Pete.Jockey Lasai, a gloomy, damp day in the woods.

Mrs. Everett.Surprise visit to the North.Carnish - Tea of ​​the taciturn Drysdale and the Vicarage.Ms. Demo is assertive and independent.His initial doubts finally blossomed with Ramon's confession.brooch.Until now—two shiny things before his desk, the dagger against the evening light, the pearl in that famous half-smile of Rey Macbeth's. He didn't think Mathers Galileo & Sting Jewelers made better jewelry than this one.Looking at it carefully, he remembered saying M. R. , so did Mrs. Lockleigh and Mrs. Everey. Thoughts returned to Mrs. Wallace.Is she a perfectly sane person? His answer is no: From a medical point of view, saneness is judged by some strange criteria.It was hard to predict what the experts would think of her, and it was none of his business anyway.His responsibility is over.The newspapers and magazines will relentlessly lash out at the police for making arrests, which is of no concern to him.Everyone at Scotland Yard knew that his reputation in the police force would never be tarnished.He'd go fishing at Stark Bridge, maybe back to Carnish Drysdale had so warmly invited him, and Finlay Lagoon was full of fat salmon now.But somehow he always thought of the ever-changing brown river and the unsavory moment of the dark country.Confusion, frustration and frustration: he doesn't want any more.He wants a sky that is as docile as a cow, relaxing and joyful.He was going to Hampshire.It was warming up there, and in case he got tired of the still water, Danbury had horses and lawns. Maureen knocked on the door, walked in and put the scabbard on Grant's table, "I found it at the place she said. This is the key to the house." "Thank you, Maureen," Grant said.He sheathed the dagger, and took it to Balck.Yes, he could go to Hampshire.Perhaps another day, he will return to Karnich again. Doctors declared Mrs. Wallace sane and able to defend herself, and she is due to stand trial in Auberge this month. Grant thought she would be acquitted, and I trusted Grant's instincts.Unwritten laws, he said, were not abolished in this country, but British juries had never been as human as those in France.They will weep with joy and acquit her when they hear the story from the lips of Mrs. Wallace, the most famous defender in the criminal race. "I said," I said to him, "it's a really strange case, and the only thing that's so strange about it is that there's not even a villain in it." "No!" said Grant, twisting his lips. So, is there any?