Chapter 15 Verse 14 Final conversation with August

"Ince is already here? Very good, first give him the photo of the bloody letter-if he needs it, send someone to take him to the scene. Tell him I am here," Carl said to the police officer who came in , "Give this to him, he should need it." He handed out the two guest lists at hand. "So, Mr. Auguste Donado, what can you say about what happened today?" August took a deep breath on his cigarette and said nothing.The chief suspect was, as anyone could see, haggard and languid: the same signs of those who have suffered so much in a short time. "No body search, no handcuffs, cigarettes and soda with ice?" Inspector Carl said with a smile, "Not all places will have such a good treatment."

August still didn't speak. "You've acted like a suspect from the very beginning, even before the party started? Mr. Postman, of course you remember your pile of threatening letters. You're going to 'kill them both on a big day', it seems, your Has the promise been fulfilled? Such an unwise thing is like handing in your own confession in advance." "I didn't kill them!" August suddenly screamed nervously, without looking at the inspector.His body was trembling, and he shouted again: "? I didn't kill them!" "Then you shouldn't have handed over those confessions - that made us the first to suspect you. The guests also thought you did it, and they thought it was a very obvious thing? And you, you have been so far All you did was make us think you did it too. Though the murders were reckless—you know, if they were both dead, anyone would be the first to suspect you.

I don't know how you'd get away with it: but if you killed them? That would be pretty stupid, no doubt. " "I won't kill my own brother?" August murmured. "I heard that you are a devout Catholic. You are against homosexuality and abortion, aren't you?" The person in front of him nodded slightly. "And your younger brother is a homosexual—this gives him a double identity. Maybe when you killed him, he was not your own younger brother, but a horrific homosexual? When you killed John, he also the same—'they have profaned the harmony of the world,' you might think."

"As I said, I didn't kill anyone!!!", August raised his head and shouted at our black detective—but his voice was not confident, his eyes just met Carl, his voice weakened: "Why do you suspect me? Just because I am a loyal Catholic, and those damn threatening letters?" He covered his face with his hands, lowered his head, his expression was extremely painful, and the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground . "You regret it now, don't you?" Carl patted him on the shoulder and stamped out the burning cigarette butt with his leather shoes, "But the matter is not limited to that—if you are willing to explain why you went to the master's room, What kind of conversation did you have with him? Assuming Mr. Pressman's testimony was true, then why did you come out looking so angry? What exactly were you hiding? Was it really a piece of paper? Check?" said our Negro inspector seriously, "if you continue to keep silent, things will turn out to be quite bad for you."

"Let me think about it, okay?" August looked at Carl for help, "Give me a moment, let me think about this whole thing carefully?" "This is your right." Carl smiled at him, got up and walked to the door of the lounge, intending to call the two police officers who had been watching him to come in. Unexpectedly, at this moment, August, who was sitting there, suddenly rushed up and slammed into the fully enclosed floor-to-ceiling window in the lounge—the window was smashed by him: he escaped from there. It took our black detective at least three seconds to accept the unexpected turn of events, and then he was about to give chase, only to be held back for a few seconds by a table and chair in the middle of the lounge.By the time he stepped on the shards of glass on the lawn outside the window, August was no longer in sight.He immediately turned around and shouted to the two police officers who had just entered:

"Run to the front door!" said our Negro Inspector, "that's the only way out, he can't get away!" (Author's note: Karl ignores the back door in the garden, first because it is quite far from August's escape; second, because it is usually locked-even so it is still guarded there (see 8 Dialogue at the end of the section). But the door is left open at this moment because of the needs of guests and police personnel.)