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ErinNavan | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 19:53:16 | Message # 46 |
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WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 19:55:14 | Message # 47 |
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At Bart’s Sir Jasper Meeks tells us that Clarendon was shot at very close range with a small calibre pistol. “I received the body at 1 o’clock in the afternoon. I would judge that he had been dead anywhere from four to ten hours.”
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ivana123 | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 19:57:54 | Message # 48 |
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WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:01:13 | Message # 49 |
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As is often the case, agitation reigns in the offices of Scotland Yard. While trying to avoid agent Pearse who is rushing down the corridor, we’re literally pushed into the office of a certain inspector Herberts. “... totally, Mr Kilgore, you must... One moment... Excuse-me, sirs, what’s going on? Come on, get out, don’t you see that I’m on the phone?” Confused, we apologise and exit the office. We quickly head to the office of Inspector Lestrade. “It is a useless enquiry,” says a harried Inspector Lestrade. “Look, Frances Nolan claims not to have known that Clarendon was residing at Halliday’s, yet she proceeded directly to his room. She fired a shot from a derringer, in the room where Clarendon was found dead, shot with a small calibre pistol. No, the lady is unquestionably guilty.”
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WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:08:38 | Message # 50 |
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ErinNavan | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:10:36 | Message # 51 |
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WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:12:00 | Message # 52 |
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At Cox’s we find that Guy Clarendon’s activity at the bank was sporadic, with deposits rather infrequent before June 12th.
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ivana123 | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:15:02 | Message # 53 |
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WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:17:44 | Message # 54 |
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We talk to Miss Frances’ maid Grace, who tells us that on the evening of the 1st, Dr Trevelyan was at the Nolan home until 10 o’clock. “After Dr Trevelyan left, Miss Frances asked for a cup of cocoa and I brought it to her. As I came up the stairs to retire, the light in Miss Frances’ room went out. The hall clock below struck the half hour, that would be 11:30. I did wake up in the middle of the night — actually it was almost morning — I thought I heard something. I listened for a time but heard nothing more and dozed off again. I arose at 7:30, completed my toilet by 8 and went downstairs to prepare Miss Frances’ breakfast. No sooner was I in the kitchen, than I heard the front door open and close. I saw Miss Frances walking down the street. “I didn’t know what to think when I heard the news, except not to believe it. Miss Frances wouldn’t harm anyone, especially Mr Clarendon. “Do you think I might be able to see her? I’d like to take her spectacles and a book or two; she is so fond of reading, you know.”
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ErinNavan | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:24:15 | Message # 55 |
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WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:26:15 | Message # 56 |
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Mr Ellis’ secretary informs us that he is on assignment in Europe and will be there for many weeks.
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ivana123 | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:28:17 | Message # 57 |
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WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:30:21 | Message # 58 |
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Entering his laboratory, we are initially unable to locate H.R. Murray in his maze of chemical paraphernalia, file cabinets and boxes, until Wiggins notices a faint snore coming from the far corner. We walk over and find him hunched on his desk, asleep with a pile of criminal reports and chemistry notes as a pillow. Wiggins taps him on the shoulder; he jerks upright and his white hair and the white papers mingle in a temporary flurry around his head. “Hello? What? Oh my where... oh, yes. It’s you, Higgins! I must have dozed off. What are you up to today?” “It’s Wiggins, sir, and we’re looking into the Clarendon murder.” “Clarendon? I had just finished that report when I fell asleep. Let’s see, number 301...301... “ He rummages through his pile of papers, although we wonder how a report he’d just written could be anywhere but on top. “Ah, here it is, 301, Clarendon, Guy. Not much, I’m afraid. A hole in the shirt where a small calibre buffet passed into the body...extensive blood powder burns, indicating a close-range shot... ah, here is something interesting. On the lower part of the shirt I found traces of alcohol. Wine, to be exact. I have a good nose, and I believe it was an inferior quality Italian Red. I was in Italy in ...” We tip-toe off and miss his lecture on the chemical qualities of finer wines.
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WanderLust | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:38:02 | Message # 59 |
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We leave the manager’s office at Halliday’s Private Hotel knowing little more than we did when we entered. He is too upset over the police quarantine of Clarendon’s room to be of much help. Fortunately, the day clerk is a much less excitable fellow. “The gentleman registered under the name of Clarence Guy on the 29th of May. He was given a front room on the third floor. Two days later he asked to be moved to Suite 205. During his stay here he had only two visitors that I am aware of. One was a most disagreeable chap. He was very large, had a thick walrus moustache and a prominent scar down his cheek. He arrived on the lst of June, the very day of Mr Guys, that is Mr Clarendon’s, move. He simply came in, sat down in the lobby and waited. I kept an eye on him but, I must admit, I was reluctant to ask him his business. Twenty minutes or so later, Mr Clarendon came down from his room. As he passed, the big man yanked him aside. I’m sure I detected fear on Mr Clarendon’s face and was about to send one of the boys for a bobby when Mr Clarendon signed me that all was well. After a few minutes of conversation, they left together. I never saw the man again. “His other visitor, who came by quite frequently, was a very striking woman. She was quite fashionably dressed and she had a most distinctive laugh, very full and deep. I have no idea who she was.” “Tell us about the morning of July 2nd.” “It was about 9 o’clock when a woman entered. She was rather plain-looking and I would not have noticed her but for the fact that she came in the front door, looking neither left nor right, and proceeded directly to the staircase. Normally non-residents are not allowed to pass without first stopping at the desk. I was on my way to intercept the woman, when I was buttonholed by Mr Ramsay. He’s a guest of long residence and a chronic complainer and he would not let me go. It couldn’t have been 30 seconds later when there was a woman’s scream. I dashed up the stairs to the second floor where the hallway was full of inquisitive guests. They directed my attention to Room 205 and said they heard a faint bang before the scream. There I found the body of Mr Clarendon and the aforementioned woman. She was lying in a swoon in the centre of the room with a smoking pistol in her hand. I revived her with some whiskey found in the room. When she came to, she was totally disoriented. She had no idea where she was or what she had done. When she saw Clarendon’s body she gave out a small cry and let go of her pistol as if it were red hot. I took her to a nearby vacant room and had the police summoned.” At our request, the clerk calls a sleepy bellboy to show us the suite. On our way to the room we discover that the lad has just shifted to day duty after working nights. Enquiring further, we learn that the front doors are locked at 10 p.m., so that any guests or visitors must be let in by the night staff. Clarendon, leading a most exemplary life, was always in his rooms before 10. The constable on guard lets us into the 2-room suite and oversees our tour. The sitting room walls are papered in a subdued floral pattern. The ceiling is covered with yellow plaster. The constable indicates the entryway to the bedroom as the place where the body was found. There is some blood on the carpet. A larger stain had apparently been made by the spilled contents of a shattered wine glass lying nearby. In the centre of the sitting room, some 15 feet away are small flecks of yellow plaster. A search of the sitting room yields nothing much in the way of personal items. In the top desk drawer, however, we find a folded bank statement from Cox’s:
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ErinNavan | Date: Wednesday, 27 May 2020, 20:39:25 | Message # 60 |
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