"W-wait a moment, this is too sudden. You say that 'the person planned the same thing' is not a joke at all, right?" Inspector Sharp's eyes widened, as wide as his surprised expression and his gaping mouth.
"Is that possible, Mr. Cake?"
“Indeed it is. Let's go back to our initial assumption that, uh... these two bottles..." I raised the two bottles found at the crime scene as a demonstration of my hypothesis. "Consider me as Mlle. Voyles, and let's assume these bottles represent the lemon soda. This one is for you, Inspector. Inspector will play the role of Mlle. Howell."
"O-oh... o-okay...." Inspector Sharp chose the small Glugacon bottle as if he was part of this hypothetical scenario.
"Now, when Mlle. Voyles gave one of the lemon sodas to Mlle. Howell, she should know which one is poisoned. This means the poison will only be ingested by Mlle. Howell. Then, at that time, I accompanied Mlle. Voyles while she was vomiting, pale, and slightly feverish, even though there was no smell of alcohol, or she wasn't intoxicated by alcohol. I might understand if she just rode the wooden coaster or some other more intense ride. It becomes a problem if it's just dodgems. And there's no reason for someone on dodgems to suddenly experience vomiting symptoms."
I took the Glucagon bottle held by Inspector Sharp. "Then I took this bottle again because, based on the statement when they rode dodgems, both bottles were handed over to Mlle. Voyles. And because of this, Mlle. Voyles was confused because they got mixed up. The question is simple. If someone wants to poison another person, and the perpetrator carries the poison, would they forget where they put it, as little as possible, near a drink that is safe to consume? Or what kind of negligence is that?"
Then, I turned to Mlle. Voyles, who was only looking down. Meanwhile, Inspector Sharp just scratched his head, as if my words were difficult to understand.
Or... he might have started to understand, as he said later.
"Only a fool would do that! I have to admit what you're saying, uh... yes, yes, yes makes sense! Now it makes sense!"
"But well, according to Mlle. Voyles' statement that she tested the two lemon soda bottles in the bathroom when, uh, maybe there was a short pause while riding dodgems? Does that not mean, in reality, that she tested which lemon soda bottle got mixed up and was poisoned, so she got poisoned, right? The key point is, she knows which bottle is poisoned."
"Are you saying, uh, Eira didn't do that, sir?" Mr. Marsh asked.
"No, Mlle. Voyles indeed had to go to the bathroom. Because that's the initial symptom. Mlle. Voyles indeed didn't realize she was poisoned, but not because the bottles were mixed up, as her statement revealed that Mlle. Voyles actually knew exactly which one was poisoned and which wasn't, it should have been like that."
Then the atmosphere fell silent, as if that short pause provided their brain receptors with what I had told them.
Against the falsehood of Mlle Voyles' true statement, which was not entirely false. The reality was created because of a motive that I still didn't know.
"So, uh, when was the poison given to Miss Voyles, sir?"
"Ah, wait!" I turned to Constable Hodge. "Excuse me, Constable Hodge? May I borrow a glass?"
Immediately, Constable Hodge's superior, Inspector Sharp, closed his eyes, nodding slightly, giving him a signal to comply with my request.
I placed the two small bottles of my demonstration tools earlier, the cough syrup and Glucagon bottles, while waiting for Monsieur Hodge to return.
In two minutes, Constable Hodge fulfilled my request.
"Um-sir, if I may ask, well, what is this glass for?" the young man with a rather thick reddish mustache, Constable Hodge, asked.
Apparently, this one person, even though he had been standing next to Mlle. Voyles with a careless face since earlier, had been paying attention to the entire discussion since the beginning. I gave him a grateful smile, indicating that I was just about to continue my next hypothesis.
"Now that you all understand that the impossible scenario, I have a more plausible scenario," I added, glancing at Mlle. Voyles with a sarcastic tone. "Perhaps this one is more fitting and reasonable."
Back to my demonstration. Everyone, for some reason, focused more on the monotonous plastic table. Although, in reality, it was on the two bottles, the cough syrup and Glucagon bottles, which now had a new member. A small aluminum glass that Constable Hodge had just given to me.
This scenario is much easier to understand. I just shifted the two bottles, cough syrup and Glucagon from earlier, which still represented the lemon soda bottles, to Inspector Sharp, who still played the role of Mlle. Howell. Meanwhile, the newly brought aluminum glass by Constable Hodge also played the role of the lemon soda bottle.
"Mlle. Voyles brought one lemon soda bottle, while Mlle. Howell had two. What if the situation was that Mlle. Howell took the initiative to give the lemon soda rather than Mlle. Voyles? Which means Mlle. Voyles was preceded,"
"Good effort, sir, but the scenario is impossible!" Mlle. Voyles objected without any reason. But I could understand that it was her best effort at the moment.
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"But that explains it very well, mademoiselle!" Then I turned alternately to M. Marsh and Inspector Sharp. "Mlle. Howell gave those two bottles of lemon soda. Mlle. Voyles then accepted them. The fact that they both drank two bottles of lemon soda is still doubtful, moreover, the evidence has been removed. But one thing is clear, Mlle. Voyles definitely drank it. Whether a lot or a little."
So the position of the bottles was that Mlle. Voyles didn't end up taking out the bottle of lemon soda containing poison. Because she had no other choice, Mlle. Voyles followed that scenario. Until Mlle. Howell asked to leave her lemon soda bottle in the elegant white shoulder bag belonging to Mlle. Voyles.
They repeated this about 3 times playing dodgems there. M. Gill also joined.
The situation changed, where Mlle. Voyles felt strange, especially the feelings of nausea, fatigue, and suddenly a bit feverish. The toilet was the answer to that situation. At this point, there were three bottles of lemon soda in Mlle. Voyles' elegant white shoulder bag.
First, the poisoned lemon soda bottle that she prepared. The second was the lemon soda bottle given by Mlle. Howell, which was also poisoned. The third was Mlle. Howell's bottle, which might or might not be poisoned. But one thing is certain, the third bottle is the lemon soda bottle that Mlle. Howell drank.
"P-perhaps poisoned? What do you mean, sir?" Inspector Sharp asked.
“That will be the explanation in the next round. The important thing now is that, after that, the three of them went to the food court to meet the three of us. Me, Feline, and M. Marsh. Then the crucial part..."
I glanced faster than anyone towards Mlle. Voyles. I needed a sincere answer here, considering this is the Fourth Strike.
For what reason did she do that? That was something I completely didn't understand.
My discussion directly focused on why at that time Mlle. Voyles flatly refused to give the lemon soda bottle to Mlle. Howell. It's as if that brief moment signaled that something had happened. Especially right after that incident, I took Mlle. Voyles to the bathroom, where her condition worsened. Fortunately, those symptoms could be overcome with relievers such as fever-reducing drugs, anti-nausea drugs, and the like. Clearly, the condition could be said to be similar to the situation of someone being poisoned.
"No need to cover up, Mlle. Voyles. I just want to know why you did that!?"
Exactly as I threw that question, all eyes were on her. Mlle. Voyles seemed overwhelmed. But I had no intention of overwhelming her.
This time, I denied this incident. The incident that seemed to deceive was certainly misleading. The scenario visualized Mlle. Voyles' actions as a murderer with another puppeteer above her.
"Miss, please give an explanation about that now!" Inspector Sharp began to tighten his belt and raised his stern tone.
Even so, Mlle. Voyles still didn't want to talk. I could see Inspector Sharp's gaze, frozen without blinking, staring at her. Quite characteristic of trying to intimidate someone. Even if it was in vain.
Until a slick-haired man gave Mlle. Voyles a warning in his mind.
"Eira, what is this about? Is there something you haven't told me?"
Now Mlle. Voyles slowly began to look up and gaze at M. Marsh's worried face. Perhaps in an instant, their minds connected when they looked at each other.
"I-I... don't know!"
"What do you mean you don't know!?" M. Marsh protested, pressing on.
"Because Nick was the one who bought those two lemon sodas!"
"WHAT!?" M. Marsh was surprised, and his tone sharpened for a moment. While Inspector Sharp was also equally surprised, and even that surprise spread to Constable Hodge, who actually did no more than listen.
Now the whole room was filled with confusion. Not excluding me. I didn't expect that M. Gill was the one who bought the two lemon soda bottles.
After all this time, I thought it was Mlle. Howell's doing. Has my abilities declined!?
"What is really happened, Mr. Cake?" Feline turned to me, whispering while furrowing her brow.
Instead, I just stared at Feline without words. The problem is, I didn't anticipate that.
"You know, I'm actually quite frustrated with this. Despite M. Gill always being attentive to Mlle. Howell, you know! Do you remember when I bought you apple tea? Or when we stood in line for tickets?
"Yes, Feline, I remember everything. What's the matter?" I replied with a bit of annoyance. That's because Feline always asked about things far from what we were discussing at the moment.
"Yes, when you were on a date with Miss Voyles at the clinic, Mr. Gill was always like Miss Howell's personal butler!"
"Hey, I'm not dating anyone-" I said, interrupted by the realization.
Wait a minute, did I forget something? Am I getting ahead of myself?
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