In the next two hours, the police found absolutely no significant steps forward. In the end they use a little coercion if they feel that approach is not working. Gwen brushed it off and refused. She explained to Superintendent Orin that the six people could not have committed a crime in such a short time. Moreover, the victim's debris was also found by accident.
“For the time being, instead of going around in circles, you should order your subordinates to rest. I can understand that Miss Beaufort is exhausted too.”
He immediately turned to his partner. Mel Beaufort shook his head, signed of refuse. But her eyes blinked too often and looks sleepy.
“I take your generous advice. But in exchange for four people I will entrust. They must be counted shifts and get their fair share of rest,” he said looking into Gwen's eyes without even blinking.
They finally left.
“Phew, persistent and troublesome person!” Gwen whined a little.
“Which of you knows about electric tools?” Cake asked the six people who were sitting with tired and worried faces.
Bearded man, Deacon St. Eadbert, unceremoniously raised his hand. Cake offered to fix the two electric heaters.
"At times like this, machines are my confide in," Deacon went up the stairs to retrieve his tools.
Meanwhile, the Victorian woman who had been standing there smoking her cigarette asked Gwen's permission to let her go home to rest.
"Of course, Miss Dorothy, after one question."
"Well, hurry up, lady," her soft voice was slightly shrill.
She was completely calm and didn't tremble in the slightest, but a little disturbed.
"You said the corpse in the fireplace wasn't your marketing style, right?"
She exhaled the smoke calmly upwards. “Yeah, totally sure. Without doubt."
“All are marketing styles, except for that one?”
She sighed, bit reluctantly because Gwen seems doubt her words.“Everything but that one, okay?”
"Thank you, please," Gwen said.
Miss Dorothy left. While St. Eadbert just got off. He told Cake he would unload it on the terrace.
"Okay, everyone please if you want to rest. If anything goes wrong, lock your door and send me a message, or Miss Pussett."
Beckey handed them her ID cards one by one. After taking it, they finally returned to their respective rooms. Only two people have not returned. Cake and St. Eadbert
Cake pays attention to St. Eadbert who was removing one by one the bolts on one of the heaters.
“Not that you want to question me, Mr. Cakes?"
Cake smiled.
"Okay if you ask. Starting from your guess why this tool is broken? You've even heard that this tool is new."
He nodded confidently, but his eyes returned to the object he was about to repair.
"Yeah, I heard too. It's very rare when a new tool suddenly breaks down. But it's not impossible that it didn't happen."
“Factory defects, the percentage is small.”
"Yeah, it's a small percentage."
When all was released, the shell opened symmetrically in two halves, St Eadbert frowned.
"The fuse blew," he pointed at Cake.
"Yeah, it smells really bad too."
"Actually this is a common problem. Usually otherwise the voltage is too high it means the opposite,” he explained.
Cake nodded as if he understood.
"But where did all this come from?"
He paused and thought for a moment. St. Eadbert took the heating machine's cord.
"Ah, the cable."
“Is there a possibility of using fake cables?”
"Not if the cable has been fused together from the factory, the problem is..." he added. "It doesn't fit together, but it's the original factory default."
Before Cake asked anything else, he answered by showing an object.
“Extension cable. In fact, I don't think it's really necessary. After all, the socket is also right."
St. Eadbert explained that the longer the cable, the lower the voltage on the electronic device, the faster it heats up, which in turn burns out. Conversely, if the cable is too short, it will cause a short circuit.
"If it breaks, does that mean it has to be replaced?"
"Yeah, normally. But for the time being usually tricked with aluminum foil.”
"You really are smart."
Cake and St Eadbert chatted for quite a while until the two heaters were fixed. In their chat, they had time to discuss the romantic relationship between the photography club.
"I? Well, I was with Elton before and not long. Have you ever felt that dating feels like it's limited? Like you don't feel free to talk to anyone of the opposite sex. Or even just hangout?”
“Yeah, usually there are other prejudices. I think someone's jealousy is because they feel they belong. Even though they are not yet bound by a marriage contract.”
"Well, there he is! Even though there is no marriage contract. That's why we decided to keep our relationship as friends," St. Eadbert said.
"What about the others?"
He explained that since then about Penketh, the only visible rot was that the woman previously mentioned was angry. But St. Eadbert sensed that his best friend Penketh must have something to hide. Fernsby and Corbyn, they are more towards enjoying their youth by playing and trying new things.
“Lastly, little boy Quill. Well, quite a complex man from the looks of it. But I think that person still has feelings for, Yates.”
"I miss thinking that is Miss Zouch," Cake was a little disappointed.
"Zouch? Well, she is indeed sweet and beautiful. Zouch is the only member of the photography club who looks very weak. Yates said he had a lung infection and a fairly acute laryngitis."
"Poor thing," added Cake. “The last one, Mr. St. Eadbert. I'm actually very suspicious of Anthony Penketh. Regardless of the issues, what is the most unlikely of them?”
“Penketh, huh? It used to be possible, I don't know now."
The man then kept quiet and concentrated on wrapping the broken fuse with aluminum foil from his bag. Cake helps hold the fuse so the loop doesn't create a bulging bulge.
“Please remember again, Mr. St. Eadbert. This might be the key. Not always a good thing. I'm just talking about his past and present nature that has never changed." Cake begs.
He stopped and thought for a moment.
“I think there is one. Dealing with women, he's acting cool."
St. Eadbert added that whatever it was with women, especially young and beautiful ones, his treatment was never the least bit disappointing. Cake thanked him and let the bearded man take care of the rest.
Cake went out to get some fresh air. He greeted the two policemen who were guarding the front door of the garage.
“Constable, am I allowed to enter the garage?” asked Cake.
They glanced at each other.
“Sorry sir, we don't let anyone in. Even Miss Pusscat, based on Mr. Orin, he promised until Mr. Orin is back, no one is allowed into the garage."
Meanwhile from the window, he saw Gwendoline and Beckey heading into the living room. All the lights finally seemed to be on, some people also came down. Cake thought Gwendoline was too quick to decide.
“Whew, that candy hair moron!” he muttered.
His eyes frantically looked in all directions, including the two policemen who were on guard.
“W-well, understood. But at the very least, can you give me some information?”
"Well, sir," said one of the cops after turning to his partner again. "We don't think it violates."
"Good. Is there anything strange?”
The two policemen nodded. Constable Benz, one of the two police officers with a bald head and a fierce face, said that the shape of the garage from the outside was not the same as the one inside. Exactly what Cake had in mind from the start.
“It turns out there is one room. It smells good. It was only natural since the shelves were all filled with perfume bottles that read 'Eternal'. If I'm not mistaken the smell varies. Then any traces of ashes, Constable Tucker?" He turned towards his friend confirmation of his statement.
"Eh? Ash?" Asked Cake Curiously.
“Yeah, there's also an automatic garbage disposal machine. That's it, all you have to do is press, then they will be scorched," said his colleague with a neat and symmetrical brown mustache.
Constable Tucker admitted that what made it strange was that there were piles of oil lined up on the sides. Again he said it was natural, because the shelves were full. His partner also agreed.
"Ah! Thank you for your kindness."
Cake immediately headed for the front room. It was two o'clock in the morning. Everyone has gathered.
“… the one in this place,” words from Gwen's voice.
"Can you repeat it please?" asked Cake who had just joined.
Gwendoline Pusscat explained that she was just getting started. She just wanted to inform and confirm some of the data she just found.
ns18.191.132.143da2
