The soothsayers' club

After Wilde left.

Funckes, go straight to the lobby.

Find the housekeeper.

In the drawing-room all the housekeepers and servants were there.

They are also waiting for news.

The Butler hurried up to meet Finks.

“Inspector, have you found out anything about the Baron?”

Funckes scanned the room.

I didn't see the famous man in the picture.

Asked the housekeeper.

“Didn't a man, about thirty-five or six years old, come to the castle before his lordship died?”“He had a ladder.”

The housekeeper thought for a moment.

Did not think of this character.

He asked, turning to his servants.

“Do any of you remember anyone borrowing a ladder recently?”

One of the maids raised her hand.

“Once a week ago, my lord, when Harvey's carpenter came to fix the window, he asked me for a ladder.”

Funckes's eyes sparkled.

Asked the housekeeper.

“Do you know who this Harvey Carpenter is?”

The housekeeper had a puzzled look on his face.

Answer truthfully.

“Harvey, the carpenter, lives near the castle and has been maintaining it since he was a carpenter.”

“He was a kind man who never offended anyone, and the Baron never mistreated Harvie, the murderer

It's not him, is it?”

Funckes smiled and patted the butler on the shoulder.

“If every killer, on the face of it, didn't need US detectives.”

“Call a servant, take me to this Harvie, and I will let you know what I find.”

“Yes! Thank you, Your Excellency!”

The housekeeper directed the maid who had just spoken.

And took Funckes to the Harvie Hotel.

Outside the castle manor.

It's a main street.

On either side lived ordinary residents.

A large part of it is for the residents of the castle.

The maid took Funckes to a two-story wooden house.

“Harvie! ! ! Is Harvie Home?”

A middle-aged man soon emerged from a second-story window.

That's Who Funckes saw in the video.

When Harvie saw the badge on Funckes's shirt.

Pupils slightly constricted.

Some panic in the heart.

After learning of the death of Baron Borse yesterday.

He's been looking over his shoulder.

Never thought of that.

The installation of the device will be linked to the Baron's death.

Always bless, don't involve yourself.

I didn't expect... to see a detective.

His lips parted slightly and he took two deep breaths.

The pressure on the mind.

Shouted to the maid below.

“Can I help you?”

The maid pointed to Funckes.

“This is Detective Funckes. I'd like to talk to you about your visit to the castle to fix the window.”

Harvie had the heart to say no.

But faced with the detective, even if want to refuse also dare not.

“Hold on, I'll be right down to open the door! !”

The sofa in the living room.

Funckes was sitting across from Harvie.

Asked, looking into each other's eyes.

“If you do not answer the following questions truthfully, you will be liable.”

Harvie nodded with a wink.

“Yes, Detective!”

Harvie's expression fell naturally into Funckes's eyes.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

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Instead of beating around the bush, he asked directly.

“Why did you plant traps in the corridors of the castle? Why did you try to kill Baron Borse? Did you have a grudge against him?”

Said this, but also just to test.

Who knew.

Harvie went straight from the couch across the street.

“Plop... !” Knelt down.

Harvie thought Funckes had found out about the device.

To have a chance of survival.

DARE not continue to beat around the bush, straight out.

Cried.

“Inspector, I never meant for Baron de Borse to die.”

“SOB SOB SOB... ! Wronged Ah, I just rely on the castle to eat, how can harm him? I really is wronged ah! !”

Since the Baron's death, Harvie hasn't been able to eat or sleep.

I could not bear the torment.

As soon as Funckes's problems began, Harvie collapsed.

You know, killing the Baron.

Not only will he die, but his family will also be guilty.

In order to avoid missing.

Yesterday has his children and his wife, sent back home, hoping to escape this disaster.

Funckes frowned slightly.

Based on years of experience, it is clear that Harvie did not mean to kill the Baron.

I also realized that there might be a problem.

Said hastily.

“Don't Cry, Tell Me, why did you go to the castle to install the trap?”

Harvie raised his sleeve and wiped the corner of his eye.

Then sobbed.

“A while ago, we had a murder here, a couple, two people suddenly disappeared.”

“The night before I disappeared, I happened to be out drinking and came back late.”

“I saw a huge spider climb into the house.”

“But then I told the detectives who were investigating, and they all thought I had been drinking too much.”

“For the safety of my family and my children, I went to the soothsayers' club for help.”

“Then I went to a fortune teller and he told me to put a trap in the corridor of the castle to kill the giant spider.”

“I'm thinking that since the agency is relatively secret, it won't harm the people inside.”

“While I was fixing the window, I put the switch on, and who would have thought that a week later I would hear of the Baron's death?”

“Detective, I just wanted to kill the spider for the safety of my family.”

“Tell me how wrong I am about this! !”

In fact, even if Harvie intentionally installed, there is no guilt. After all, it was the spider, Not the Baron, that was killed by the trap.

Funckes just wants to know what happened.

Now the source points to the diviner.

Thought and asked.

“What Soothsayer's Club did you go to? Which Soothsayer did you go to?”

Harvie answered without thinking.

“Jolly Soothsayers Club! ! Codename Fool Soothsayers!”

Funckes, stand up.

“I have a general idea of the situation and I will come back if there is any follow-up. Don't leave Makena for a while.”

“Otherwise, even if you're innocent, you're guilty!”

Harvie nodded quickly.

“Yes, yes, no! ! If there is anything I need to ask, I will answer truthfully.”

Harvie was relieved.

But the detective was smart enough not to take the blame.

Although this is a legal society.

But the idea of class is striking.

The status of the common people is low.

There are countless innocent people in prison.

Then he turned to the maid.

“Go back and tell the steward that it has been tentatively concluded that Harvie had nothing to do with it.”

"Yes!"

After Funckes left.

I didn't rush back to the police station.

But toward.

Joeler's diviner's club.