Chapter 11 Section 10 Threatening Letter Deliverers

"It has nothing to do with me, Mr. Detective?" The middle-aged man began to argue as soon as he sat down, but his eyes kept looking at the body of John Baines on the ground. The guests who had already dispersed, and those who were in the side hall, also gathered around, and perhaps some guests just came: the ones standing in the front were Heiner and Pressman's gang Man, Mr. Lucius wasn't in there (I'm afraid he won't be sober until tomorrow).Although Karl didn't go to the door to maintain order, no one took the initiative to step into the master's room—they just stood at the door, watching, and stopped making any noise, just like a group of audiences at a classical concert.

"Sir, I would also like to believe you. It has nothing to do with you - that is naturally the best." Wenzel smiled at the middle-aged man, and Karl handed him a glass of freshly poured Hawala Club : It is the bottle that John opened. "You should have thought of it too—or have you heard what I just said to Inspector Carl? I just want to know, the last time I met you—at that time, what did you find the host of the reception for? What's up?" "Mr. Detective?" The middle-aged man took a sip of the wine in his hand and replied with some embarrassment, "You know, some private matters-it's not good to make them public?" He glanced at the door at the door for help. People, no one said anything about it.

"Or you can whisper these things in my ear that seem to involve personal privacy," Wenzel walked to the middle-aged man's side, "assure by my professionalism—I won't To make public what I heard." "I don't mean to say!", the gentleman did not appreciate our detective's proposal. "There is nothing to say—it has nothing to do with this guy's death!" "So?" Wenzel turned around and asked the people standing at the door, "Has anyone noticed this gentleman coming out of this room? After 8:20." "I saw him come out," said Pressman (our detective was able to identify the name when he was carrying Mr. Lucius earlier).

"Can you elaborate?" Wenzel asked. "He didn't go in that long?" Pressman recalled. "You come out, he goes in, and he comes out—it should have happened within ten minutes. Mr. Heiner, and Klu (Clew), haven't you noticed?" His two friends shook their heads, and Mr. Heiner added in particular: "Pressman, Clu, you know, when I'm discussing and listening, I don't like to look elsewhere." He turned his head and said to our detective, "Hmph! The attention of the elderly must be concentrated , otherwise you won’t be able to keep up with any topics—is this a matter of course?”

"But you would rather focus on Mr. Lucius?" Wenzel smiled, "Is a drunken man who is shouting loudly more attractive than your topic?" The detective's reply drew a snicker from the crowd.The old man Heiner scratched his head and said nothing more. "Mr. Pressman, did you notice him," Wenzel went on, "and did you notice any other details—I mean, his expression: whether he was very angry, or whether he was smiling. Walked out? Is his clothes different from now? Did he take anything special?" "Don't take me for a prisoner!", the sitting gentleman interrupted our detective, "I didn't do anything! I just got out of this room once! That's what this guy said?", He pointed at Mr. Pressman very redundantly, "At that time, I promise - even if I had any grievances in my heart, I was absolutely expressionless?"

"The expressionless face is often quite suspicious?" Carl said this. The middle-aged man wanted to defend something, but was stopped by our black detective: "When we need your answer, we will naturally ask you—interrupting other people's conversations is one of the things that the most unwise suspects often do, understand? I'm beginning to doubt you too?" Karl's half-joking and half-serious words quieted the guests in the chairs. He took a sip of his wine and muttered in a voice only he could hear. "Isn't it expressionless?" Pressman was obviously very dissatisfied with the gentleman's disrespect to him just now, so he also tried to point his finger at him. What are you wearing?"

Hearing this, the man almost jumped up from his chair: "Lies! Total nonsense! I didn't take anything, and I wasn't angry! You drunk!!", he threw the glass on the ground, spilling the wine everywhere, some even splashing on John's face. on the corpse. Karl held him down and said to him in a tone almost reprimanding: "Please pay attention to your words and deeds! Doesn't this do you any good?" Our detective shrugged and went on to ask Pressman: "What did he take? A wine bottle? A newspaper? Roses? A paper knife or something?" The gentleman on the chair wanted to say something again, but Karl pressed his shoulder heavily: he finally said nothing.

"He quickly put it away - into the inner pocket of his suit: if I remember correctly? He also looked around: probably afraid of being seen by others?" "Hmph! Let me prove your poor memory?" Carl didn't have time to hold him down this time—he stood up, took off his jacket, and pulled off his bow tie.And unbuttoned some white-washed shirts: "Look, the inner pockets of the suit—you just check it? Even the shirt and trouser pockets?" He turned the trouser pockets out, and the inside was empty, "There is no such thing at all! He is a liar!" "You can hide somewhere else!", Pressman exclaimed, "Hey! I remember! It was a check - you threatened John, took his money, and killed him!!"

"Total nonsense!!!", the gentleman was a little hysterical, "You are!!! You and the old man Heiner, and Clew Waite (Waite) - for your poorly run winery , don’t think I don’t know anything!!” Clew Waiter, who had been silent for a long time, sneered, and only one sentence quieted the almost crazy gentleman: "Who is the most suspected? I have seen you—Auguste Dorado, dear Mr. Postman! You brothers are really not simple!" Upon hearing this, August felt as if his jaw had been hit with a fist, and sat back down on his chair. Of course our detective heard the hidden meaning in this sentence - the middle-aged man in front of him, Auguste Donado, was the secret lover of John Baines, the wife of Sears Donado. elder brother.This devout Catholic was the mysterious postman who delivered threatening letters to the villa.

Carl's next words confirm this: "That's the name I've heard in rumors," said our Negro Inspector, "August Donado, Sears' brother—had written so many threatening letters, Claiming to kill them both on 'one big day'?" When he said this, he glanced at August who was sitting in the chair—he didn't seem to intend to justify anything: this was almost equivalent to admitting the fact of all this.The people who had been quieter just now started talking again, and the voice seemed to be getting louder - listen carefully, the noise was no longer limited to this door, and even the whole villa began to whisper.

At this time, several emergency personnel in white separated the crowd around the door and carried the stretcher in. When they entered, there were several piercing screams from a distance: obviously it should be from the hall From over there.After the screams, the "whispering" just now can be replaced with "noisy". Wenzel shook his head, walked to the corpse, and straightened John's clothes: "Didn't tell them to come over carefully, why did it cause such a commotion?" This sentence was addressed to Karl—Mr. Detective’s old friend of course knows that the "they" in the words did not refer to the emergency personnel in front of him, but the people from the Tenth Police Station who were "invited" at the same time. Colleagues on the night shift. "Maybe I can go out and deal with it first," Karl replied, "I finally know a lot of people in the Ten Bureau—and it seems that there is nothing here that needs my help?" Wenzel shook his head, glanced at the emergency personnel who were trying to revive the corpse, looked around the door of the master's room, and said to himself: "This is really strange. The scene seems to be unnaturally peaceful!" Seeing that his detective friend ignored him, the black detective was not very angry—he smiled and was about to walk to the door. Karl's kindness was interrupted by Taphne who broke in suddenly: "Wenzel, it's a good thing you're here! My God? Such a thing happened at a good reception?" Taphne looked depressed, spoke quickly, and acted flustered after entering - which of course aroused our detective's displeasure: "My dear Taphne," Wenzel said slightly reproachfully, "haven't I told you many times—as a detective assistant, it is very important to remain calm at all times. Didn't Amy already Did I tell you about this?", he motioned to John's body - the first responders were carefully cutting open his clothes, and someone was checking his pupils: as if to make sure he still had a little bit of it. Vital signs to determine if immediate first aid is required. "Amy said it, but? You didn't know?" Taphne glanced at the corpse and seemed a little calmer. "Sears is dead too—Ms. Emma and I just found his body." The body, right in the bathroom?" After a moment of amazement, the onlookers turned their gazes to Auguste Donado in unison—the man sitting on the chair, he must have heard Taphne's words: because, his expression at the moment is like struck by lightning