“You go straight home, Mr. Chad?"
"I haven't been home in two days, Cake. So no one can hold me back anymore.” He said with a sigh.
He quickly put on his coat and black bowler hat.
“Is that part of preparing for a quiet retirement?”
"That's obvious," he said. And try to have a family. See you later."
He left.
"Well, at least that's satire."
“Senior is still senior, Mark. His words always sound more valuable and high. Maybe one day I'll take that advice."
"Nonsense, Beckey!"
From the kitchen, I brought a syrup dispenser. Today is a small celebration. Mr. Chad decided to have tea and a piece of cake and went home. While Miss Pusett and Mr. Cake is just chatting.
"Thank you, Feline."
"You weren't with Miss Pusscat?"
She explained that her colleague was taking care of such a boring thing as administration. They were actually solving another case, but at the end, Miss Pussett didn't want to get too involved with the bureaucracy.
“The private detective agency is very busy. I don't have much free time," She said snorting.
Well, I think it's the opposite. It's not like us, just bake the cakes.
"Ah, Gwendoline's property is official and incorporated and trusted in the police unit."
Oh so it seems I just found out. Meanwhile I suddenly remembered something.
"Mr. Cake, I still don't understand why our client was arrested instead?”
Ms. Pusset said in surprise and a bit excited, “Eh?! you mean the woman? I'm curious too!”
"Don't make noise, Beckey!" he added. “Feline, what part did you not understand?'
Uh? Does it have to be answered?
"All."
Mr. Cake sighed in objection. He drank the syrup then caught his breath once more. I wonder, is it difficult to explain things from the beginning?
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I gave him a piece of paper from my little notebook and a pen that Mr. Cake requested
"This discussion I use the fastest. Let's set it on a line, three dots," he said, crossing out the pen. “Beginning, middle and end. All of this is questionable and crucial.”
Point to the far left, or the very last point.
"Here, Why is her husband sending that message again?" then he pointed at the far right point. "And over here, What is signora doing pacing?"
I didn't have to answer that one, for it was clear that Mrs Lombardi was waiting for her husband. Meanwhile Mrs Pussett rested her head on her right hand.
Then Mr. Cake, pointing to both the right and left lines, between the midpoints.
“From here, we know various things. Like the letter, why a code, then with a reason and very limited information. Simply put, someone comes suddenly with a problem, without an explanation. All these oddities, limit the thinking power."
Miss Pussett and I looked like we didn't understand.
“Just imagine a story, they must have actors. These actors fill their respective roles. In carrying out their roles, only then will we know, good and bad characters."
I was silent for a moment. My head began to be forced to open the door that was difficult to open. Not by breaking it, but turning the key.
“You mean, who is the antagonist?” asked Miss Pussett, twirling the spoon in the syrup-filled glass.
Mr. Cake nodded. His ring finger covered the midpoint of the scribble he made.
“Because of that, I can't pinpoint the connection point. The midpoint is the crucial point.”
“Yeah, that makes sense Mr. Cake. But I don't agree. The problem is that you say that some cases have their own peculiarities, right? And maybe before I was here, there must have been some people who suddenly came up with problems without a clear basis, right?”
He nodded.
“Précisement. And because of that, the case will come to a conclusion more quickly,” he took a full gulp of syrup. “The less the oddity, the more difficult it is to refute and it is close to normal. This means that someone with the plot will be smooth according to the story they want. By the way, we're not talking about other cases."
I started to think about it deeply. Which turned out to be quite reasonable. After all, detectives, as long as I'm with Mr. Cake, always looking for oddities so that the perpetrator's goals are not conveyed.
“After all, Feline, you were, in your natural manner, throwing something at that woman.”
"My fairness?"
“When that woman was filled with dissatisfaction.”
My brain started to remember - remember again. I began to see images of when my feelings were filled with regret and shame. When I insisted on Mrs Lombardi. I say one by one. Until Mr. Cake pointed to the most appropriate.
“…And most importantly and oddly enough, your husband had to send a letter with an odd number? Why not just be honest? Well, for example, can you file for divorce?” I said repeating Mrs. Lombardy before.
"That one."
I don't really understand why this is a bright spot for Mr. Cakes. But I noticed the sudden look on Miss Pussett's face.
"Hey, wait a minute. That is the least possible thing for a husband and wife to do.”
"Eh? Which one?" I asked curiously.
Mr. Cake confirmed after pouring the glass full of syrup.
“Forget that code for a moment. Why do husbands and wives have to send letters? Did you know that they can send messages via cell phone? Then I proceed to your rather harsh statement, about frankness and divorce, which indicates that divorce is a logical thing between those who are already a couple but are not compatible. Then continued her opinion that she also felt that her husband could have committed the affair that Signora Lombardi spoke of lightly and was not frustrated in the slightest. Then he also explained that he moved places, because his job and rank were so important. Well, this is enough to give the impression that they are avoiding each other. In other words, Signora Lombardi, needed something and left. In the end, if all of this is combined into one, it will cause an oddity. A crucial point.”
Calmly with a faint smile he said, “Can they be called an essential husband and wife couple? Or are they in a relationship that is equally happy for themselves? Non! It's not husband and wife. Or? They are actually not husband and wife."
Hearing that make me surprised. But it didn't sound strange, the problem had a little to do with the first time I saw the woman. He paced back and forth, but his face was a bit angry. No wonder I thought he was waiting for his girlfriend.
“After knowing that, the story changed by a hundred degrees. From the premise of the case disappearing, it becomes a question mark. That's why that woman put forward a proposal with the premise that we believe that this has a storyline as she wants it."
Mr. Cake took a sip of the glass.
The basis is getting clearer, I think I can already imagine the next plot.
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