Father Mavie

Chapter 27
"Mr. Jacob, how long has your conflict with the deceased lasted?"

In the dark room, Sherlock Holmes was sitting opposite the No. [-] suspect, Jacob Valentine. A kerosene lamp was placed on the table in the middle. A panicked figure appeared.

"It's been almost half a year."

Jacob put his hands on his knees cautiously, his eyes always unconsciously glanced at the corpse beside him, and said with a pale face, "I'm not a murderer, even if I hate Maggie Chrissy, I won't kill her." !"

"why?"

Holmes bit his pipe and stared at him intently: "The dead is the biggest stumbling block in your pursuit of love. As long as you get rid of her, no one can stop you."

"She is Miss Maggie's master!" Jacob yelled, sticking his neck: "After all, she is also Miss Maggie's benefactor. If it wasn't for her, I would never have met Miss Maggie! Killing her would make the Miss Maggie is sad!"

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There was silence in the room, and no one could understand Jacob Valentine's inner thoughts, but the reason he gave
It's just too filling.

Rao Holmes, who has always been well-informed, can't find anything to refute at this moment.

"As a neighbor, how much do you know about Giuseppe Dias, the tenant who rented the deceased's house?"

"He is a very professional pharmacist. He works in a pharmacy on Ross Avenue. He has lived in Maggie Chris's house for more than a year. He pays rent on time, leaves early and returns late, and never brings women home. He is a Qualified tenant." Jacob said: "Maggie Chrissy has a headache, and he helped to prepare the medicine when she had an attack."

"What medicine did he prepare for the deceased?"

"Coca wine, eno fruit salt, and chlordiazepoxide. Giuseppe Dias gave her these medicines given to Maggie Chrissy when she had a headache during a quarrel I had with her not long ago."

Hear this.
Ma Wei, who was standing near the door, couldn't help turning his head, glanced at the corpse on the ground, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

What kind of coca wine sounds fancy, but it's actually brandy with cocaine added.
Eno fruit salt is a laxative, and chlordiazepoxide is a mixture of chloroform and morphine.

Cocaine, laxatives, narcotics, morphine.
Take these four things together, let alone a headache, even if you have a broken arm, you can still be alive and kicking!
specialized?

Mavi doesn't think so.

"Why did the deceased want to drive Giuseppe Diaz out?" Holmes continued to ask, "Since Giuseppe is a qualified tenant, the deceased must wish that he could stay."

"I do not know either"

Jacob shook his head: "The neighbors on the street are very confused and don't know why."

"Because... because Mommy's going to sell the house"

The little girl sitting on the side suddenly said: "Mom is going to marry a baron, so she wants to sell the house before getting married and hide the money."

"A very wise decision," said Holmes. "But it takes time to sell the house. Why is your mother in such a hurry?"

The little girl hugged Pippi tightly and stopped talking.

"I see."

Holmes smiled and looked at Inspector McMillan: "Please call me Giuseppe Dias."

"it is good."

"Father, why didn't he continue the interrogation?"

Junia didn't pay attention to the monster on the corpse. She was more interested in Holmes' reasoning. Hearing that the other party suddenly changed the interrogation target, she couldn't help but ask, "Is Mr. Jacob not suspected?"

"He already knows who the prisoner is." Mavi replied: "A pharmacist is a very lucrative occupation. Giuseppe Diaz has enough financial resources to settle in the rich area, but he has always chosen to stay in the rich area this year." In Nanjie, where the living environment is poor, the reason is intriguing."

"Why?" Inspector McMillan heard Mawei's voice, turned his head, and asked in surprise, "What reason?"

"What other reasons can there be? It's nothing more than the matter between men and women."

"...Since you know such important information as Mrs. Maggie and Giuseppe Diaz's affair, why didn't you say it just now?"

Frowning, Inspector McMillan was a little annoyed.

"I deduced it based on Holmes' conversation just now. Before that, I didn't know who Maggie had an affair with." Mavie looked innocent: "Think about it yourself, Maggie sold the house because she was going to marry To the baron, but she has plenty of time, and she doesn’t need to rush to evict the tenants, which can be concluded from her new lease information published in the newspaper.”

"Since she has plenty of time, why does she want to drive away tenants who pay rent on time and have a good reputation?"

"The reason is very simple. Mrs. Maggie doesn't want the relationship between herself and the tenant to be exposed, so she rushes to get rid of Giuseppe Diaz, but she is reluctant to let the room be vacant, so she chooses to continue renting, and wants to Make a small profit before the house is sold."

"Oh!"

Inspector McMillan's eyes lit up, and he said in the same voice as Holmes: "That's right! No wonder Giuseppe Diaz wanted to kill Mrs. Maggie! He must hate the dead very much!"

"Who said the murderer was Giuseppe Diaz?" Ma Wei raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a strange expression: "Can you stop drawing conclusions?"

"Obviously you just said that"

"What did I say?"

"You said they were having an affair."

"If you have an affair, you must be the murderer?" Ma Wei rolled his eyes: "This case is not as simple as you imagined, and there is a deeper conspiracy behind it. I really don't know how you became a police inspector. Even the last Simple logic doesn't make sense."

Breathing stagnantly, Inspector McMillan's face gradually turned red, and he wanted to refute but felt powerless.

There are not many people who can choke him to the point of speechlessness, Dilloch Holmes is one, and now
There is one more.

Soon, Giuseppe Diaz, who was staying in the kitchen, came to the living room. He sat in the position Jacob had just taken, and asked first, "You are Dilloch Holmes, the most famous man in the capital." private detective?"

"it's me."

"What are you doing in New Rose?"

"No comment." Holmes took a drag on his cigarette and raised his legs: "Do you have any questions?"

"I'm not a murderer."

"Until the truth comes out, the criminal will never admit his crime, but you are right, the real culprit is indeed not you."

Giuseppe Diaz raised his head and met Holmes' eyes. After a while, he looked away and looked at the corpse. A strange light flashed in his eyes: "Then can I go?"

"Don't worry, I'm not finished yet."

Holmes knocked the ash on the table and said slowly, "You hate Maggie Chrissy because she betrayed you and the vow she made when she was in love with you."

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"She dresses up beautifully every night, uses your money to buy the most gorgeous dresses, goes to the nobles' balls, drinks expensive champagne, smiles with those so-called upper class people, and keeps showing off her beauty , just to find the next husband.”

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Holmes' voice was calm, as if to say another trivial matter: "In contrast, you who wait for her drunk to come home every night are really like a dog, a dog that wags its tail and begs for her loyalty to turn her back."

"Enough! Enough! Enough!!!"

Giuseppe Dias, who was still calm, cried out hysterically, punched the table with his fist, his eyes were red, he gasped heavily, and almost gritted his teeth: "I killed her, so what? Like?! She should die! She should die!!!"

"Who of you can understand how I feel?!"

He looked around with scarlet eyes, and his voice became shrill with excitement: "I gave everything to pursue her, but she treated me like a family dog ​​who came and went when she wanted it! I gave her all the money, I just hope she can let go of her unrealistic fantasies and live a good life with me, what did I do wrong? Why did she treat me like this?!"

"Father! Tell me, am I wrong?!"

"Of course you are wrong."

Under everyone's gaze, Ma Wei, the only priest on the scene, said softly: "You shouldn't trust a person who treats promises like dirt, especially when you know the character of the other person."

Giuseppe Diaz was stunned for a moment, his irritable mood gradually calmed down, he nodded and said: "You are right, I should have left her earlier, thank you for pointing me out, just to thank you."

He took out a dirty glass bottle with intricate patterns engraved on the bottom, which looked like a magic circle, and said with a smile, "I will make your death less painful, dear priest."

(End of this chapter)