"Couldn't she even be Mrs Lombardi?" Miss Pussett looked alternately at me and Mr. Cakes. "There might not even be a Lombard, could there?"
“Yes, Beckey, it could be. But Mr. Lombardy is the real thing. That should be easy to prove. Well, I'm not interested in discussing that."
Mr. Cake crossed his legs.
“First, first time signora- I mean let's call it the woman. Feline offered to help, then she introduced the woman to me. Expressed his anxiety and that's where I got a letter full of weirdness. When I ask you, Feline, about the weirdness of this case, we don't just really hear you babble. But I take someone's advice and views, in this case you. From this statement you mention things that people might not think of. That is, you question the client's idiosyncrasies, Mrs Lombardi."
I replied confidently, “Yeah, I mean it's just my feeling, Mr. Cakes. Well, at that time I thought she was waiting for her boyfriend. That's why hes face looks angry."
“Women's feelings and intuitions are sometimes not symmetrical with logic. Which means in some conditions, it could be right,” he added. "Then the woman said she had an important job she had to move around - changing countries, said that in three days she was going to another country and deliberately failed me."
"Make you fail?"
“Oui. If anything happens to her husband, the plot will go smoothly by saying that she consulted me to find her husband and then fled to another country safely.”
That's quite acceptable logically. While Miss Pussett nodded slightly.
"Ah, in other words, she needs something character to sacrifice for the police months."
"Eh? which means?"
Miss Pussett explained to me that the police would arrest the husband for a matter, while getting into trouble he certainly wasn't from. But this fake character, named Mrs Lombardi, aka claiming to be his wife, can lead to various speculations.
"Or another possibility, right."
"But how can you be so sure, Mr. Cake?"
He stood up and took a small walk next to me. This is his typical way of explaining like a storytelling.
“Because he never gave his business card. That's the reason I asked Beckey to meet someone. Before continuing with that, let's get to the letter part. What's so strange about that letter, Feline?”
My reply explained that regarding the calculator that went wrong, the numbers could not be combined, and according to Miss Pussett, husband and wife should not send letters, but messages via cellphone.
"That's a common thing, Feline," he added, citing the letter. “To: Mrs Lombardi. For something let's say classic, I don't mind someone writing a letter. Moreover, it is related to pre-character. But once you mention the name, it indicates two things.”
I don't understand how weird it is. we even looked at each other with Miss Pussett whose face make no different to me, confusion. What's wrong with writing a name anyway?
"Two things are about the intent for who is most appropriate to receive it. Is it for Mrs Lombardi?" he added sarcastically. "Or for anyone who can help him."
"Eh? Help? All this time it was a letter asking for help? But it doesn't say who the name is for, does it?" Miss Pussett was confused.
Mr. Cake added that as Miss Pussett said, writing a letter to a husband and wife that Miss Pussett herself found strange was just as much for him writing a letter with his wife's name. Besides, why not use the word my wife? Or the like. It's like adding unnecessary things.
Then Mr. Cake took out a paper and the letter from his pocket. He sat back down with his legs crossed.
“Feline, do you have a small mirror?”
"Eh? Why all of a sudden?”
He told me to take the upstairs room. It was quite a hassle, but fortunately Miss Pussett had one in her pocket. He asked us who were curious to focus.
“This letter is stating that as stupid as people in this world are, this person is the stupidest. Although in fact, this is a smart person. Even though the 10 thousand pound dumb thing exists, there are no buyers just for work. It belonged to a friend of Miss Flemming's about a thousand dollars, of which she was an accountant and mathematician. So what does the calculator mean and error 31V1 9314? Because of that, the author mentions it twice. What for? So that someone will pay more attention to it.”
After I read the letter twice, Mr. Cake has a point. Mr. Cake told me to read it in a certain section.
“My unique calculator error, it says 31V1 9314.” He told me to stop then pointed to another sentence. "My face looks pale in the mirror, even this calculator has the same writing, 31V1 9314. So... what does this mean?"
Miss Pussett shrugged her shoulders. But I feel one thing but not too sure, that it could be the mirror that Mr. Cake asked for something to do with it. Although again - again, I have absolutely nothing technically about how it works. Meanwhile Mr. Cake wrote something down. He wrote the same writing, but in a different style. Like digital writing.
"It's still the same inscription, I doubt this solved the previous problem."
"Non, non, non, Feline," the mirror was propped up and held facing forward by Miss Pussett.
While Mr. Cake raised the paper to face the mirror. "Because according to the incoming message from Signora's cellphone earlier, 'Pay attention and imitate the instructions', then I followed the author. Think of it as writing in a calculator-like style.”
I watched that carefully. Even Miss Pussett whose eyes were glancing down unblinkingly, this was the first time her face didn't look bored. After a fraction of a second hits a minute, my brain starts to translate the letters. That's true, and it's not a game or a joke, but it really does form letters. Anyone can practice it.
“Help me?” said Miss Pussett with difficulty.
“Exact! There is no letter that contains very absurd things, but the author inserts a message. If the question is similar, about why the author is not honest? Well, I guess deciphering the meaning of this code is the only way.”
I'm really amazed that 9314 will write HELP while 31V1 is ME. If you really obey the orders.
"That means the other numbers are the same too?"
"Oh, no. The other one, has a trick of its own, Feline. As always, 'pay attention to the cue'."
"Oh, no. The other one, has its own trick, Feline,” added Mr. Cake mimicked a message from Mrs. Lombardy. "As usual, 'pay attention to the hint'"
I read another part, “Finally Anyone who can help, contact the local immediately?”
“Well, here have two clues. The woman who claimed to be Mrs Lombardi thought her way was to combine all the numbers to form a phone number that she could call. Which of course does nothing,” added Mr. Cake handed me another piece of paper. "To make it easier, I've printed this out."
It is a paper with a telephone button that is usually found on cell phones or old phones in general.
"We're not dialing all those numbers, aren’t we?" Miss Pussett raised her eyebrows.
"Cake is never barbaric, Beckey," he added with an admiring smile. "You see? The author of this letter, almost outwit you again. Even though it was close to the clues. After all, he wants someone to think wisely with broad ideas."
Our eyes, that of Miss Pussett and I, began to bulge unblinkingly again when Mr. Cake did something to the pen. We all look like fools.
“Note, these numbers will also form letters. But only when we do it right. Therefore, I will replace each number with a dot character."
Clearly, our eyes pay attention to the number 2580 which has been used as dots on the phone button image.
"If it's a point, then it doesn't feel right if we don't draw a line." He explained calmly but his hands continued to carry out the instructions.
I really feel amazed. Sure enough, as Mr. Cake, it will create a letter. A few moments later, he had translated the numbers. One by one the letters were put in a paper.
“2580 which means I, 1470963 means V, 12345789 means E, 7415963 means N, 12369874 means O, 14758963 means W, 12369874 means O, 36925147 means M, 74269 means A, and 7415963 means N.”
“ I VE NO WOMAN. Eh? So this…”
Mr. Cake took a sip of the glass.
"Yeah, Beckey. Indeed, from the beginning the letter asked for help. Why doesn't he get to the point? So that the antagonist, doesn't realize it and decides to take him to someone who can solve it. Automatically, he digs his own grave.”
"Wait a minute Mr. Cake, but how about you… Miss Pussett… then who was that boy?”
“Take the random number at the very end it will give you a 10-digit combination. Then add the local English code, +44.”
Mr. Cake got up from his chair and walked to the window. I don't know how he got a clue so quickly. To be clear, even though I wrote notes and other things, nothing came close to his conclusion.
“Cake won again. Yeah that's not surprising." Miss Pussett leaned back limply and gulped down the syrup from her glass.
I'm headed for Mr. Cakes.
"Mr. Cake, I know it's awesome. But, since when did you know this?”
"Um? Why do you ask that?”
I can't express, it's just that I feel it's important.
“From the start, Feline. The woman does not have a problem that is too deep that makes it drizzle without carrying an umbrella. Her clothes were slightly wet, the sleeves had black stains. Where did the stain come from?” he added, looking at me with a smile. "Well, how come the door to the house is open with the key stuck inside?"
"And the house where there is a lot of dust?"
Mr. Cake nodded confidently, “And the house is full of dust, but I don't see cobwebs in the net lamp? Or let's say it's still too clean. Because the man was in a hurry? At least the woman was so caught up in the dust and so careless with the netting that she thought the man had gone far?”
"That's why that woman came to us?"
"No." he shook his head and turned around. “Someone recommended to us”
"It was something like 'we've had too many cases, go to cambridge market street, find a Moncake cake shop, ask them for advice' hair candy."
I was surprised that suddenly there was a voice I had heard before. Like from the radio, coming from Miss Pussett's direction.
“Sorry, sorry, if I have weird hair!”
"Eh? Gwendoline?" said Mr. Cake that face is a little sweaty.
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