Monsieur Perrier That morning was particularly excited ... something bad must have happened! That man has the unique ability to be entrusted with the tasks more difficult or, worse still, those seemingly trivial and evienti, but then turn out to be real puzzles with no way out! When the situation seems unfortunate and he is desperate, running from his muse, to ask advice and be cheering (pathetic for a man his age !!!!!).
However, look at the flip side: given the immense generosity of the fool in giving confidential information, why not take advantage and go into this adventure? The case was very dramatic: a young woman was found dead in her room, her wedding day. He had not yet been visited that day, likely to focus investigations on anyone in particular. The news filled me with sadness and anger: Who had the courage to kill a defenseless woman, even in such an important day? I could not remain indifferent.
remained only a small impediment. Convince his uncle to get me out for the day:
in town I had no friends (with the exception of Jean, a friendly and energetic guy does not exactly "my status" - in fact I had met one afternoon in the company of Helen, in the middle of a fight in the Rue de Valois ) and that day there were receptions at which we were invited: a day of boredom! Fortunately, intervened Helen, who cleverly lied to his uncle announcing that we were going to find my dear friends who lived outside the city. Uncle Gus gladly accepted, because it was too mean in reading the Journal,
but the ability to convince Helen and her theatrical skills are really unmatched!
We got into the carriage, directed to the scene of the crime. Just taken over the reins to me asked, "Are you sure you Vole come?" I replied sure: "Absolutely, yes!".
On arrival, we found ourselves in a pretty street with small houses, close together. It was a quiet street in spite of what had happened only hours ago.
glimpsed the face of some inhabitants, frightened perhaps to a murder charge for the tragedy. When we arrived at the home of the victim
found in the courtyard Monsieur Perrier who questioned a woman, surely a close.
Just finished talking with the lady, came to us seriously.
our presence did not seem bothered, indeed even more relaxed. He trusted more than that of his colleagues Helen (ah, love!), Otherwise we would have done away. The recommended some discretion (which relates to me, too young to be there to investigate silly-shrinking violet!-Up something so delicate?) But did not spare the details and the information it had collected. Taking advantage of the fact that when it speaks with Helen remained abducted from the eyes of my friend, I went next to steal from his words all that he could serve me:
the victim, a young woman named Francoise Magritte, that day was to be married to a wealthy young man, known only a few months ago, but just before leaving for church, was found dead in his room. He was the father to see her in that state. No one had entered his room until that moment, as the last people to leave the house the night before had been his most trusted friends.
Michel told us that the corpse was still in the same spot where they had found, as he was waiting for his colleagues and the doctor. The fact that this delay, I was angry about the apparent disregard for the poor.
I took the word "Monsiuer, We take a look inside? "The man looked at me indecisive, but after moving the sgurdo face appealing to Helen, added:" As long as we do not create confusion. Say you send me, if someone asks questions. Do not create a disturbance M. Magritte, is still upset about what has happened, but it is still a suspect, despite having raised the alarm, also monsiuer Baker, would not recommend to the board: it is certainly not a show for everyone. "
Helen reassured him with her eyes and touched his arm to thank him: I had the impression that the deputy police chief of Paris the same as the snow melts in the sun ...
The house was a small house on two floors, but decent and tidy and decorated in a sober manner. The only person present was a gentleman, who was sobbing so resigned, was muttering words that I could not understand.
order not to arouse suspicion, Helen introduced herself as a lady-existent "Pious Association" not-so-what, (what a fantasy, this woman is endless ...), trying to mitigate the most possible his strong English accent. Monsieur Magritte, at first, shocked by this unexpected visit was angry,
then, however, assured the presence of Helen. He began to unburden himself, talking of her daughter. Meanwhile, unseen, I began to observe the home was very clean, I figured that Françoise, despite the great pains to his wedding, he tidied up his home with care, once married to the father would be left alone to deal with.
Perhaps the idea of separation had so upset the man to drive him to perform an act so extreme? (I remember the day of departure of my parents: my mother and I were very sad, but ours is a temporary separation ... not eternal as death!). While talking with Helen, Monsieur Magritte trembled, reinforcing the tone of the words when he said: "She has no enemies," is without colpe, lei!", tentando più di convincere se stesso che il suo interlocutore.
Poi disse di doversi assentare, aveva bisogno di un pò di riposo, prima dell'arrivo degli altri poliziotti. Ebbi pena di quell'uomo. ma ancora di più della figlia, per cui con passo deciso, io e Helen, salimmo al piano di sopra.
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However, look at the flip side: given the immense generosity of the fool in giving confidential information, why not take advantage and go into this adventure? The case was very dramatic: a young woman was found dead in her room, her wedding day. He had not yet been visited that day, likely to focus investigations on anyone in particular. The news filled me with sadness and anger: Who had the courage to kill a defenseless woman, even in such an important day? I could not remain indifferent.
remained only a small impediment. Convince his uncle to get me out for the day:
in town I had no friends (with the exception of Jean, a friendly and energetic guy does not exactly "my status" - in fact I had met one afternoon in the company of Helen, in the middle of a fight in the Rue de Valois ) and that day there were receptions at which we were invited: a day of boredom! Fortunately, intervened Helen, who cleverly lied to his uncle announcing that we were going to find my dear friends who lived outside the city. Uncle Gus gladly accepted, because it was too mean in reading the Journal,
but the ability to convince Helen and her theatrical skills are really unmatched!
We got into the carriage, directed to the scene of the crime. Just taken over the reins to me asked, "Are you sure you Vole come?" I replied sure: "Absolutely, yes!".
On arrival, we found ourselves in a pretty street with small houses, close together. It was a quiet street in spite of what had happened only hours ago.
glimpsed the face of some inhabitants, frightened perhaps to a murder charge for the tragedy. When we arrived at the home of the victim
found in the courtyard Monsieur Perrier who questioned a woman, surely a close.
Just finished talking with the lady, came to us seriously.
our presence did not seem bothered, indeed even more relaxed. He trusted more than that of his colleagues Helen (ah, love!), Otherwise we would have done away. The recommended some discretion (which relates to me, too young to be there to investigate silly-shrinking violet!-Up something so delicate?) But did not spare the details and the information it had collected. Taking advantage of the fact that when it speaks with Helen remained abducted from the eyes of my friend, I went next to steal from his words all that he could serve me:
the victim, a young woman named Francoise Magritte, that day was to be married to a wealthy young man, known only a few months ago, but just before leaving for church, was found dead in his room. He was the father to see her in that state. No one had entered his room until that moment, as the last people to leave the house the night before had been his most trusted friends.
Michel told us that the corpse was still in the same spot where they had found, as he was waiting for his colleagues and the doctor. The fact that this delay, I was angry about the apparent disregard for the poor.
I took the word "Monsiuer, We take a look inside? "The man looked at me indecisive, but after moving the sgurdo face appealing to Helen, added:" As long as we do not create confusion. Say you send me, if someone asks questions. Do not create a disturbance M. Magritte, is still upset about what has happened, but it is still a suspect, despite having raised the alarm, also monsiuer Baker, would not recommend to the board: it is certainly not a show for everyone. "
Helen reassured him with her eyes and touched his arm to thank him: I had the impression that the deputy police chief of Paris the same as the snow melts in the sun ...
The house was a small house on two floors, but decent and tidy and decorated in a sober manner. The only person present was a gentleman, who was sobbing so resigned, was muttering words that I could not understand.
order not to arouse suspicion, Helen introduced herself as a lady-existent "Pious Association" not-so-what, (what a fantasy, this woman is endless ...), trying to mitigate the most possible his strong English accent. Monsieur Magritte, at first, shocked by this unexpected visit was angry,
then, however, assured the presence of Helen. He began to unburden himself, talking of her daughter. Meanwhile, unseen, I began to observe the home was very clean, I figured that Françoise, despite the great pains to his wedding, he tidied up his home with care, once married to the father would be left alone to deal with.
Perhaps the idea of separation had so upset the man to drive him to perform an act so extreme? (I remember the day of departure of my parents: my mother and I were very sad, but ours is a temporary separation ... not eternal as death!). While talking with Helen, Monsieur Magritte trembled, reinforcing the tone of the words when he said: "She has no enemies," is without colpe, lei!", tentando più di convincere se stesso che il suo interlocutore.
Poi disse di doversi assentare, aveva bisogno di un pò di riposo, prima dell'arrivo degli altri poliziotti. Ebbi pena di quell'uomo. ma ancora di più della figlia, per cui con passo deciso, io e Helen, salimmo al piano di sopra.
Continued ...
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