Inside the room where it was found Monsieur Bertrand, TARCC there was a scuffle, and then everything seemed normal. What struck me was the fact that I noticed on the ground a few crumbs of bread. The rest of the room was too clean to be able to imagine that they were due to neglect of the home. I decided to return to the living room where I reached Mary, very pale, which but had regained consciousness. Helen, meanwhile, was sitting in a corner of the living room and watched Charlotte.
"Does anyone know case where they went to Jerome and Melanie?" I asked, because there the two were not there.
"I went to pick up in their rooms," said Helen, who while I poked around in the scene of the crime, had not lost an eye none of those present, including Charlotte.
The energetic knock and the voice deep and strong a man stopped at that moment.
"It should be police. Were called by a neighbor just now, "said Helen. None of the relatives had taken the initiative, as if to postpone that moment.
Un'inserviente went to open it, and after a few heavy steps, we came from a distinguished man, official-looking.
"I am Monsieur Pierret, the chief of police of Paris. Someone called saying there was a murder, "said the man, who would have spared the official presentation, as all present knew him, including his reputation as a man arrogant and presumptuous.
"Yes, that's it!" Charlotte said between sobs.
I thought, even the police chief who is uncomfortable in the late evening to investigate a murder case in a wealthy family, when he was killed while Françoise Magritte, the poor working-woman, was his second mandate. People who give low priority to the common people are petty. Many times it is because of this that life becomes, for many, no justice.
Supported by Helen, Charlotte was able to tell the facts to Mr. Pierrot, who listened attentively to every word uttered by the girl, as if it could be break even uan useful as a clue to solving the case.
"So, the victim is the landlord, Monsieur Marcel Bertrand, his father, right?" He asked.
"S-it!" Charlotte replied, starting to cry.
"And the main suspect is her boyfriend, Mr. Julien Laurent. Where is it now? "He asked again, Monsieur Pierret.
"Upstairs, in the family library, locked to prevent escape. The Mr. Jérome Bertrand, son of the victim, he locked them! "intervened in response to Helen, as Charlotte, to hear the name, and could not respond to despair.
"If you feel up to tell me something of her family, Ms. Bertrand," he asked insistently Pierret.
"I'll try, monsieur, but I'm still upset by what has happened. My father, if you think he had any enemies, he was not a knuckle of a saint, but he was respected because serious and above all a true gentleman. My sister and I were fond of him and after the death of our mother, we were even closer. He has always loved, and showed so much love when he adopted my brother Jerome "said Charlotte.
"Because his brother was adopted," asked the chief of police.
"My mother, after my sister and I were born and died shortly afterwards, but my father wanted a son, then adopted him," Charlotte confessed.
"Monsieur Laurent And where did you meet?" Pierret said.
"At a party. A My friend introduced me and we have forged a great friendship, to date, the day of our fi ... fi .... " Charlotte began to cry again. See a woman in that state until a few hours ago was radiant, is really sad and moving.
"Monsieur Pierret, Julien has nothing to do ... is innocent, believe me!" Begged Charlotte.
"Do not worry ... I believe him. If you've chosen him as her future husband, can not be bad. I believe him, "said Helen to poor Charlotte.
"Really?" she asked wiping her tears.
"Yes, indeed," replied Helen, smiling.
Helen's words seemed to have calmed and reassured.
"Now I want to talk with his brothers," said Monsieur Pierret.
"We are recovering from bad happened, but I make sure that fall," said Charlotte, but more quietly sobbing. Suddenly though, everything became dark. The light was gone. This electricity was introduced recently in the richest households, tended to lack.
"What?!?" Said Charlotte.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah" a cry echoed in the darkness of a man of the house.
"Who was screaming?" Said Monsieur Pierret.
"My brother is in danger! Soon we go upstairs, "said Charlotte worried.
Soon our eyes became accustomed to the darkness and even through the moonlight we could reach the floor above. In Meanwhile, the house was illuminated by the lamps so that rushed into the room by Jérôme.
We found him on the ground while clutching his leg bloodied. Meanwhile, his sister Melanie, who we knew was in the room next door, had come.
"Who has been to reduce you so?" She said upset.
"I do not know it was dark, I have not seen," said Jack continues to tighten the leg.
"It must be Monsieur Laurent was "Pierret said.
"Impossible, is confined to the library!" I said.
"Raggiungiamolo, then!" Pierret said.
The minutes passed before the return of the police chief seemed long and distressing, especially for the poor Charlotte. Monsieur Pierret When he returned, he was upset.
"So?" Said Charlotte nervous.
"Monsieur Laurent has escaped," Pierret said.
"How?" Said Melanie upset.
"No I have no idea!" Pierret said.
"But the door was locked," said Charlotte seemed on the verge of another outburst of tears.
"So to say that among us there is an accomplice," Pierret said, "Now I have a look around. Meanwhile, Miss, 'he said to Helen "Monsieur Bertrand aid, please!"
"But certainly," said Helen.
"Before there is one thing you need to know," said Melanie, decided to do
"You see, Julien Laurent Julien is actually Cartan, the only son of Rufus Cartan. His father ... "
" hanged himself after his company was absorbed by that of your father and his wife died shortly after leaving his son alone. I know the story, very tragic. He also talked about the newspapers, "said Pierrot," so there is the motive, the test well, now we find him and make him confess everything! Meanwhile, you get all together under "serious concluded Monsieur Pierret.
Melanie took Helen along with Jerome and accompanied him downstairs, followed by Charlotte and Mary. I, however, not seen, followed the police chief. I was very curious to understand the reasoning of Monsieur Pierret. He started from the room by Jérôme. It was well furnished with all personal effects.
On land there was the knife with which he had been assaulted. In one corner there was an easel with an unfinished painting. It was very beautiful.
Then we looked in a closet next door, where Jack had his works. But the paintings, dozens of artist's works of Bertrand house, just talking.
"And what are you doing here?" You're too small ... go downstairs, "he said angrily Monsieur Pierret.
I went back to Helen. By now I had all the pieces of the mystery. Pierret was incredible that he had not noticed. What a fool!
When I got back into the living room I saw Melanie, who comforts his sister and told her " I knew who was really a crook. look for one better! "
Jérome was sitting in a corner. The wound was treated and he was now merely a grimace of pain. Helen was sitting next to him. Mary came to me when he saw me.
"Where is Monsieur Pierret? He found Julien? "She asked excited.
"Monsieur Pierret is looking for clues and still has not found Mr. Laurent!" I said seriously.
"Oh my God! I want to go home! I'm afraid, "said Mary on the brink of its crisis.
" Quiet is not the culprit Julien, I'm sure! "I told her.
"Then who?" She asked, shocked and intrigued at the same time.
Meanwhile Monsieur Pierret became discouraged.
"I have not found anything that would confirm the guilt of the latter, even if you have proof that you are more than enough. I also examined the murder scene and the body. I'm sorry to tell you, though, that the murderess was not found, as far as I know you could be escaped, "he concluded.
"I fled. Monsieur Laurent is still in this house! "I said.
The moment he opened his mouth all eyes were on me. It was a sensation, unpleasant.
"What? Stupid kid, how dare you? "Pierret said shocked. Almost, almost was better than Michel. How dared me the kid? He does not know who I am.
"Monsieur Pierret, maybe it would not be a bad idea if you listen," said Helen with languid eyes. Good thing she was thinking to to silence the fool.
"Okay. But hurry! "Pierret said, annoyed.
"So ... to kill Mr. Jérome Bertrand and assault, was not Mr. Laurent. The murderess was killed by a blow to the head, Mr. Bertrand. These being still conscious closed the door to prevent more attacks and then died soon after bleeding. Then he cleaned the blood stains that were out of the room to delay the discovery of the corpse and left the flower to frame our alleged offender. But without realizing it has left ... in fact evidence the room where the body was found there were some crumbs of bread. Everyone knows that the bread and charcoal are used for drawing. The only draw in this house is you, Monsieur Jerome. To divert suspicion from her severed wires for electricity, probably with an automatic and then faked his own aggression. But if you said that because of the darkness has not seen her attacker, they could not see her, but managed to hit her. Why? His alibi does not hold .. she is the guilty Monsieur Jérôme Bertrand! "I said looking at him.
"How could I be myself. I do not have a motive, "he said.
"The motive is in what is in the hall near his room," I replied.
"You will not keep the paintings, Jerome? How can paintings be a motive? "Said Melanie furious.
"I am not referring to the paintings, but the subject!" I said.
"Miss Charlotte can not be ... ...!" Pierret said after a moment of incredulous silence.
"Yes, Jerome's in love with Charlotte," I said.
"But they are brother and sister!" Pierret said.
"not of blood. Jerome was adopted, "I said.
"Stop these fantasies ... these are serious matters," Pierret said angrily.
"The little guy is right. It's all true. I killed my father. I asked him the hand of Charlotte and he not only said no, that would never date someone like me, but also announced the engagement Julien and Charlotte as if it were a warning to me. And then the phrase " When will you learn that it is time to give up dreams ?" I had to make him pay for Julien, because me and my father wanted to take, "said screaming and crying.
The cry rang in Jack's house. The pain of thwarted love was the cause of a tragedy. Shortly after we found Mr. Julien had just noticed that the door was opened, had taken refuge in a bedroom and was hiding in the closet. It was incredible arrogant Monsieur Pierret had not looked in the closets. That incompetent! Jérôme Bertrand was taken to jail. I, Mary and Helen went home, still upset by the story that we had witnessed. Throughout the trip, none of the three of us spoke. The next day, did not serve his uncle Gus to tell the story: it was over the papers at an incredible speed and Monsieur Pierret had taken all the credit.
Two weeks was the marriage of Charlotte and Julien. The wedding ceremony was beautiful and well managed. For better or for worse, Love had triumphed
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finally got to update, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting too but I've been really busy. Hope you like it and that the problem of the photos has been permanently resolved, let me know. Rated many! The next adventure of Arthur Baker ...
