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"šŗš°š¶ sound like one of my students
too lazy to accommodate new ideas" š“š¢šŖš„ šš³šµš©š¶š³ "š®š¢šŗ i š³š¦š®šŖšÆš„ šŗš°š¶ šøš©šŖš¤š© š°šÆš¦ š°š§ š¶š“ š©š¢š“ š¢šÆ š¢š„š·š¢šÆš¤š¦ š„š¦šØš³š¦š¦"
"š š°š¶ š©š¢š·š¦ šÆš¦š·š¦š³ š“šµš°š±š±š¦š„ š³š¦š®šŖšÆš„šŖšÆšØ š®š¦"
"šš°š° š°š§šµš¦šÆ š®š°š“šµ š±š¦š°š±šš¦ š“š¦š¦ šµš©š¦ šøš°š³šš„ šµš°š° š®š¶š¤š© šŖšÆ šµš©š¦ š°š³š„šŖšÆš¢š³šŗ, šµš©š¢šµ'š“ šøš©šŗ š š¤š©š°š“š¦ š¢ š„šŖš§š§š¦š³š¦šÆšµ šš¦šÆš“š¦" Arthur replied
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We arrived at Mr Dubois resident
with inspector stokes leading the way to the scene of the murder,
On getting to the dinner table you could see mr Dubois sitted with a golden knife shoved into his chest, while Arthur stood smoking his pipe staring at the corpse with immense scrutiny
"when was the body found" he asked
"5 AM" replied stokes
"I made an inquiry before your arrival" he continued
"Mrs. Dubois told me that her first son had a bit of a row with Mr Dubois last night before his death which the butler also confirmed, the odd thing is they all passed out exactly the same time"
"I will need an audience with each member of this household, I'll start with the maid" he said
The maid was a young lady named evelyn, she had a ginger colored hair I would say she had quite a remarkable feature, the expression on her countenance was extremely sad,
she must have been crying ever since the incident
"What can you tell about last night" Arthur asked her
Mr. Dubois had a row with his son in his study around six-ish,
An hour after that I served dinner for the family, to which Mrs. Dubois encouraged me and the butler to join them at the table, after we were done with dinner I proceeded to clean up but then I blacked out waking this morning to to find Mr Dubois with a golden knife in his chest and his son henry covered in blood"
Evelyn dissolved Into tears
Whispering 'my dear Ernest'
Arthur Caine proceeded to interview the butler
Who was a sturdy man with a towering height of over six feet, I wondered if he was also a bodyguard
"Tell me about last night" said Arthur to the butler
"I couldn't tell you much sir" he said "I heard mr. Dubois arguing with master henry, after that we all proceeded to eat dinner then I don't remember much, woke this morning at the dinner table to see Mr Dubois in his sit with a knife in his chest and master henry with blood all over him and
Mrs Dubois was crying heavily.
"Do you think mr Henry did it" asked Arthur
"Master henry might be a troublesome fellow but I don't think he could do such a thing"
"That will be all "said Arthur
Mrs. Dubois came in, she was a woman who had a certain air of sophistication around her, I watched her as she proceeded to sit
"I'm sorry for your loss" Arthur interjected
"You must be devastated"
"You can't imagine the grief I feel, Ernest was the best man I ever knew"
"Is the golden knife a property of Mr Dubois"
"Yes, he got it from his travel to egypt.
Always like Ernest to acquire shiny objects" she replied
"What was the nature of the argument between your husband and henry"
Asked Arthur
"Henry has a bad habit of gambling he lives recklessly and extravagantly with no responsibility, he wanted his father to give him more money to which Ernest disagreed,
we wanted henry to be a man of his own"
Arthur Caine had his method of processing details he gathered,
he would sit quietly with his eyes closed while reenacting scenarios in his mind, most days this went on for hours, but with the urgency of this investigation maybe a few minutes.
15 minutes later stood up and instructed inspector stokes to gather the entire household in the living room
Arthur Caine proceeded to address everyone
"Now the question we must ask ourselves ladies and gentlemen is, what was the motive behind this murder?
Who gains the most?
Mr Henry wouldn't go so far as to kill his father just to get caught this easily " Arthur Caine continued
"Now upon the death of of Ernest Dubois I would infer he was killed by a woman, if you examine the stab wounds more closely you'll find it is not the work of a strong man but rather a lady of meager strength she proceeded to stab 5 five times in order to be sure he was surely dead, there was no sign of struggle from the victim which was ensured by the sleeping pills that was administered in the food,
now all evidence points to the maid who prepared the food,
who sedated everyone killing Mr Dubois then proceeded to frame henry who would look guilty because of the suspicious squabble he had with his father
but that my dear audience this doesn't quite fit.
Because the maid has no reason to kill Mr Dubois, who I will confidently tell you was her lover"
Arthur Caine said smiling.
Miss Evelyn in her sit was now too embarrassed to meet anyone's gaze,
Inspector stokes on the other hand was filled with delightful as watched Arthur Caine unravelling the mystery
"Now I will tell you our killer was motivated by greed,
greed is an awfully green-eyed monster
that infects the mind, it compels even the most moral of us to do bad things.
The only one responsible for committing this heinous crime here today is Mrs. Dubois
who in spite killed her husband after discovering that he was having an affair with the maid, and framing her son in order to keep the inheritance for herself.
Inspector stokes you may proceed to arrest Mrs. Mary Dubois for the murder of her husband Ernest Dubois."
'Mr Henry Dubois is therefore innocent of all allegation
Now if you must excuse me
I'll be on my way to have my rest.
Merry Christmas everyone do enjoy the holidays" he said as we turned to leave"
"That knife is quite the a price,
would have made an excellent decoration for my Christmas tree" I said jovially to Arthur who nodded in response.
"I think I'll have stokes bring it to the house house, it's the least he can do for me after solving the case" replied Arthur
"That would be quite jolly of you" I said
"Ah there's nothing more cheerful than unraveling a mystery my friend" he replied as we got in our cab, riding off Into the streets of London.