After half a minute of silence, Mr. Henry Mafal, who kept wiping his sweat, finally couldn't help but said:
"ok I admit it."
"Um?"
Now it was Shade's turn to be surprised, because the murderer was not the gentleman who just invited him to play cards.
"I admit that when I went to that corridor, I actually asked the girl on a date. Yes, I actually had a childhood sweetheart, but my father always wanted to arrange my marriage. At home, I never took the initiative to refute my father's suggestion.
Any instructions, but only this thing, only this thing."
He seemed to have collapsed, covering his face and crying, and then suddenly said loudly:
"Oh, I love you, Emily, yes, I love you. Now I want to say this, and I will go to you to propose tomorrow. I can't bear this kind of concealment anymore."
"Emily" was also in the corridor at the time and was one of the insiders. At this time, she heard the sound from the small study room next to the door. The girl with light yellow hair also ran over crying, and the two
People hugged each other tightly.
"Is this a scandal?"
Shade asked Agelina, and Her Royal Highness the Princess thought about it:
"For the Mafal family, it must be considered. Emily Churchill is just the daughter of a baron, and this marriage will not be blessed."
Shade nodded, stretched out a finger and shook it at the little princess. The latter naturally knew what it meant, and now there was only the last one left.
"In this way, Mr. Mafal's suspicion will be cleared. As long as we get the correspondence between him and Miss Emily Churchill, we can be sure that what he said is true. So, you two"
Following Shade's words, people's eyes moved to the two remaining people on the sofa again. The valet looked in surprise at Raphael Birmingham, who was wearing a black tuxedo on the other side of the sofa. The handsome aristocratic young man took the lead and looked at him.
He pointed to the valet in surprise:
"It's really you! I knew how the Duke's son could commit such a horrific murder!"
This clearly refers to Mr. Mafal, who has basically been cleared of suspicion, but it actually refers to himself.
The unarticulate manservant George Wayne looked at the finger pointed at him in surprise. He stammered and wanted to explain but didn't know how to prove himself. He looked at Shade for help, only to find that Shade was also looking seriously.
Looking at him:
"Mr. George Venn, why did you appear in that corridor?"
The detective's sharp gaze made his scalp tingle, as if those eyes were directly looking into his soul. The manservant shrank his head:
"me"
Such stern questioning and the detective's fierce momentum directly caused his spirit to fall into a brief confusion. At this moment, the closed door was hurriedly opened, and Tifa, wearing a black and white maid dress, used Shade to
He walked in wearing a coat and holding an orange-white cat that was poking its head.
The small cat seemed quite uneasy about this place. It wasn't until it saw Shade that it barked and scurried over. It was not easy to get this cat out of the house, even if Tifa was asked to go, it would be almost impossible.
Maybe, that's why Shade asked Tifa to bring her coat, and then Mia also came to Yodel Palace.
"Look, my detective assistant is back with another assistant. Good job, Miss Servit."
He said to Tifa with a smile. The black-haired girl pursed her lips and nodded with a smile, then stood behind Shade again.
Shade, who was holding the cat, asked the people behind him:
"Have you heard of all the rumors about me?"
Senior Superintendent Mr. Johnson suddenly realized:
"That cat that's better than a police dog? I mentioned it from Hamilton. I mean, my daughter was reading Hamilton."
Dorothy's detective story is currently the best-selling and popular popular novel. Even the sales of "Steambird Daily" have tripled and opened up more distribution areas. Of course people know the stories in detective novels.
There are fictional elements, but most people think that the majority of them are real.
Therefore, the cats in the story who often play a huge role - that is, the patch that Dorothy uses to fill in the ring magician's ability that cannot be written, in the readers' eyes, really have extraordinary abilities.
"Okay, since the manservant George Vane doesn't want to admit it. Come on, Mia, take a sniff."
Shade asked someone to bring the murder weapon and let Mia smell it. If anyone else had done this, it would have been considered crazy, but when Shade did it, everyone thought it was appropriate, because in the stories and rumors, he
It was by relying on this cat's keen sense of smell that one bizarre and confusing case after another was solved. The significance of Dorothy's story lies not only in her personally, but also in making Shade not the most outstanding, but the most famous in this era.
Sound Detective.
"Meow~"
The cat being held by Shade was forced to sniff the murder weapon with a look of disgust on his face, and then Shade brought it closer to the two people on the sofa. The manservant took a deep breath and stopped talking, while the young and handsome Pull
Mr. Phil Birmingham, after not being obviously flustered, pointed at Shade in disbelief and said:
"Wait, you actually trust the judgment of a cat? No, that's not fair, I refuse to let that cat get close to me!"
"But that cat did solve a lot of puzzles. I saw it in the story of 'The Missing Third Coin' that Detective Hamilton solved. Oh, and I saw it when Detective Hamilton and I first met."
Princess Agelina said with a smile that the "first meeting" refers to the time when she and her friends used tortoise shells to divine fortune in the Seer Association and ended up getting injured.
Her words were echoed by others.
"Yes, I also read it in the article about 'Old Man Living Alone'."
The eunuch attendant sent by His Majesty the King to oversee the progress of the case also said.
The corners of Little Birmingham's mouth trembled:
"Are you crazy? It's just a detective story. How can you believe it?"
Seeing Shade getting closer and closer, he stood up:
"Even if you bring a police dog, it will be better than this. No, I don't accept this result!"
"What's the result? I haven't made a judgment yet."
Shade asked seriously. The young man subconsciously wanted to retreat, but then realized that he was standing in front of the sofa.
Shade pointed the cat at the manservant, but the cat had no reaction. Then he pointed the cat at Raphael Birmingham, but the cat still had no reaction.
Shade quietly poked its butt.
"Meow~"
Mia immediately screamed and turned around to scratch Shade.
Shade's eyes became sharp:
"Mr. Birmingham, I didn't expect it was really you. Why did you want to murder Daniel Philip?"
Seeing this result, everyone looked at Mr. Raphael Birmingham with scrutiny, and the latter opened his mouth wide:
"How is this possible?! This is crazy! I can't let a cat wrong me, no I won't accept it!"
"You can't explain your presence in the hallway!"
"In exchange for gifts!"
"You have no witnesses!"
"That's because no one else can know about it!"
"Everyone else has a legitimate reason!"
"Not the manservant!"
"You've been acting strange since just now!"
"I've obviously always been normal!"
"I bet you'll be haunted by the ghosts of your victims!"
"You actually cursed me!"
"My cat has smelled the blood on your right hand!"
"Obviously left."
He was stunned for a moment, and the rapid exchange of words between the two parties made him subconsciously say something extraordinary.
"Left what?"
Shade tilted his head slightly and looked at him with his left eye widened.
"oh?"
To be continued...