“Please suspend this Victorian woman. Some information sometimes cannot be accessed via the internet,” added Cake confidently. "Moncake, without any one refuting the statement from Miss Gwendoline Pusscat, that the information that has been conveyed is true."
“Until the time you said Miss Zouch was the culprit.” Cake's low tone warned.
The atmosphere became confused, Gwen asked for a little extra time.
Cake discusses starting from three unrelated things, as Mr. Quill before.
“In chronological order, first the desire to commit murder comes from an old grudge. The perpetrator will cultivate the plan little by little carefully. The result is a reunion, in search of information about a person, Dolores Yates. The second point is to launch the flow of the crime. At different times, someone booked the same place. Here the perpetrator plays a trick. He committed brutal acts. He deliberately shortened the life of the electric heater, which he said was new, so that when the body was placed in the fireplace, someone else would find it. While the third point, is the corpse itself, with its characteristic yellow crown and sapphire blue necklace. As we know, it belongs to Clara Weatherby. On the other hand, the three things that are said to be unrelated are common threads."
They muttered to each other and slowly nodded one by one in agreement.
"Wait then, if that tenant is Anthony Penketh, then the body must be his wife, correct?" Gwen raised her eyebrows, her pupils dilated.
"Eh? Why so?" Ask Mr. Orin who doesn't know about the past stories about them.
Gwen told him, assisted by Miss Elton.
Cake shook his head in denial, “If it's a necklace then it's normal. It's a different story if the yellow crown. Like you said earlier, Gwen.”
Cake added that the perpetrators deliberately did that in order to align the story as if it fit the character who would be playing the role of the victim.
“I-is it possible if Dolores Yates is the victim?” asked Elton.
“No, because it is the perpetrator's last option to think like that. Because it happened right after we thought that with a plausible explanation, it was no longer possible for the body to be Clara Weatherby. So in general, people would think this long lost person, Dolores Yates, was a victim. The perpetrators made this place leased on behalf of Dolores Yates. Coupled with the statement that Dolores Yates has lost track and news after 15 years, then her tracks will not be included.”
Cake walked over to someone whose hands were still in handcuffs.
“And of course… of course that's impossible, right? Because she did it."
Everyone was shocked except for one man who looked down with tears of sorrow flowing from high to low, from cheeks down to the ground, Raymond Quill. They looked surprised and full of questions.
"Didn't you see wrong? He's Zouch!" Gwen protests.
“I also thought so before. Imagine, 15 years without communication, never showing physically. Non, it's too weird after all."
“B-but we are sure, if-”
Cake interrupted while turning around to look at the six people doubtfully, “If you all don't really know Miss Zouch. You don't even know she owns this villa. Maybe someone only knows by appearance that she's a weak girl, or someone from her best friend is telling the specifics.” Cake pointed at someone. “Like Mr. St. Eadbert for example. That's why Miss Zouch wasn't the culprit.
After Cake explained at length, the police complied. By bringing the person claiming to be Zouch, and suspending Miss Dorothy who had been wearing her Victorian outfit since yesterday. But when Cake asked for leniency for what the woman had done, Mr. Orin and Mel Beaufort flatly refused. It's a natural thing, rules and bureaucracy are stronger than humans themselves. But they promised to convey all the information Cake completely.
The sun rose, breaking the dark sky along with the frightening rumors of the place. The remaining six people remained five. One must accept surrender and sob. They thanked not only Gwendoline, the better-known detective, but also Cake. But when Cake was asked for a cell phone number, he refused.
***
The wheels of the car sped over the gray terrain, carrying the crew steadily and quietly. The candy hair dwarf, Gwendoline Pusscat, squinted as she looked in the rearview mirror. Cake, whose condition was worse than yesterday because of that case, kept him awake for 24 hours. It rests with special bearings which can be expensive. His head enjoyed the lap with a face full of pleasure, his hands also touched.
“I-it's ticklish! Don't move too much!”
“Shut up! This is compensation! My condition is getting worse, at least this is one of the ransom!” Cake annoyed.
Gwen couldn't do much. Every now and then he glanced again at his shy colleague. His brows furrowed many times, but Cake's eyes closed in pleasure.
"I didn't expect it to end like that?"
"What?" asked Cake in surprise whose stroking hands had been making Beckey uncomfortable.
Gwen glanced back.
“Dolores Yates. About Zouch earlier, how can you be so sure?
Cake is silent. This time Beckey's hands massaged his hands. Gwen glanced back. The look on his face was made as if he was asking if the pretentious man was sleeping. Beckey shook her head in disbelief.
His mouth cake suddenly lifted, "Didn't I explain at length earlier?"
"Eh? You mean lung infection and laryngitis? Well, but he said the rumors of his death were a lie?” Beckey asked.
“That's because Yates lied. But honestly, the question is how can you be so sure if it's not the real Zouch?”
Cake in a low voice slightly asleep, saying that very few people understand Zouch, because she has a chronic illness till someone notifiying that. It could be that Zouch herself also stayed away, for fear of being infected. Yates is the only orphan who because of Pippa Zouch. Zouch’s family wants to make her an adopted daughter. What is clear is that Yates is the only one who really understands Zouch.
"And one more…"
"One more?"
"Why do people with laryngitis can scream?"
Cake who was too tired, his consciousness sunk into a dream. While the two women had raised their eyebrows when they heard the last answer.
“Still as sharp as ever… like before…” Gwen smiled a little.
“Eh but, Gwen, I don't understand why the basement is filled with perfume? I think the culprit is Miss Elton you know!” Beckey asked excitedly, but lowering her voice.
Gwen looked back, “Oh yeah?”
"That's because it's like you said Miss Elton has a perfume business!" Beckey replied proudly.
Gwen shook her head in disappointment. Then she said that the perfume 'Ewig' belonged to Elton because of its strong distribution in Germany. In English, it means 'Eternal'.
“Oh, well, Yates is a neat person. Actually not only that, but the ashes were something that was prepared before the victim was mutilated. She was very lucky, no blood splatter was found. Then the body was put into an incendiary machine until it was charred. Perfume was put as an alibi that the room was specifically for storing perfume and chimed in with the fishy smell of blood. The problem is, who puts a scented room near the garage and even the basement?”
Hearing that Beckey had a horrified look on her face.
"I wonder why Miss Yates is so vengeful, huh?"
"Who knows? Don't you know that she's a novelist?”
Beckey nodded, "If I'm not mistaken..."
“Why and P. Or if written otherwise, Y&P, Yates & Pippa,” Gwen said.
The journey took them approximately one hour to Cambridge. Quiet atmosphere without any other conversation.
Beckey yawned for a long time, her thighs no longer tingling. But it doesn't matter even if it's a bit heavy.
"You don't want to change?" Beckey looked at Gwen's face in the rearview mirror.
Gwen just glanced at him, but that was enough for Beckey to understand. After all, if Cake woke up again, the two of them could get really scolded.
"Come to think of it, I feel bad for Clara Weatherby… her body is charred" he yawned.
"What do you mean?"
"The victim. Already pregnant out of wedlock and then killed."
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Gwen rolled her eyes, feeling that her partner was too far behind, overusing her muscles.
"Why do you come to such a conclusion?" Gwen's tone was full of disappointment.
"Why? Because there's the yellow crown and the blue necklace," Beckey said with a yawn, then leaned back and drifted off into a dream. “Good night….”
Gwen glanced through the rearview mirror, he shook his head dissatisfied.
"Blimey! Muscle brain!"
Within hours, the car arrived. Gwendoline suddenly received a message from the Cumbria police that a hanging body had been found in same vila, a piece of paper was found beside her.
"Thank you, Yates. I'll tell God that's what I did." Gwen read to himself when he saw the picture that was sent.
He sighed.
"So that's your excuse, Cake?" Her voice gave in slowly.
THE END
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