Meanwhile, the old grandma that I sat near said that she wanted to ask for a bill of payment and go home immediately. I immediately took her phone that charged near her seat. After that I asked Mr. Cake for payment details. That's because this one menu actually doesn't exist at all. Or you could say only for guests.
"There is no bill, madame." Mr. Cake went straight to the old woman and told by himself.
“Eh? H-how should I pay? I have to go home soon!?”
Mr. Cake came with the idea.
“I'll tell you what, it's all free! But you'd better go home with my guests later how?" Mr. Cake glanced at his watch. "It's half past ten in the evening. Is that right, Mademoiselle Pusscat?"
“Y-y-yeah. We don't mind,” She replied with the opposite expression.
The old grandma nodded somewhat objectionably. Then I went back to the kitchen to make hot tea for her on Mr. Cake. Although in the end when I came back I made it for everyone.
“Widehope, one of the most popular schools in Yorkshire, has a lot of issues that should be forgotten. They have creative lines and are manipulative in hiding things. In order to find out and obtain the truth itself with absolute certainty, it is necessary to dig deep enough facts. Therefore, before discussing the truth, we must take hold of the shovel,”
The old grandma whispered to me asking what the man was doing seemed like storytelling among his guests. I explained that Mr. Cake wants to confirm past information.
Mr. Cake outlined the reasons and what was found at Eccley Hospital in Pittersburgh.
"From the reports of Miss Beag- I mean Miss Mcpherson from Edinburgh I have come to full conclusions. I believe Miss Mcpherson has some incomplete information. For example regarding the old lady's name, R. M. Garnache,”
“You mean that Garnache you mentioned back then at Mr. Juan said?”
Mr. Cake nodded, then shook his head disapprovingly. I remember he said that too. But I can't tell if it's the same person.
"Yes, but also not. The information I got at that time was complete but still not conclusive. Until I do a comparison. I idly checked the initials with some names. After all I got a result that was too strange to be called a fluke,”
Mr. Cake took a piece of paper and wrote something. Almost all of them were confused and didn't even understand the point.
“Rose Marie G. Hasselbein? Gräfin Hasselbein, mother of Vera Hasselbein. Well, that's a longer case than when we went to school,” reply the man next to the drill hair woman. I believe his name is Herald.
Mr. Cake nodded and said, “It didn't take long when you told me back then, Herald, that I believe it's no ordinary rumour. By the way, take a look at the writing underneath,”
“R. M. Garnache? That's the patient you were talking about earlier, right?” the drill-haired woman, Lady Verdamant, confirmed once more.
"To be more precise, Beckey heard that earlier," Miss Pusscat glanced sideways at her partner.
That's when I realized that Gwendoline was Miss Pusscat and Beckey was Miss Pussett. The names are quite funny just like the behavior of the two of them.
"Let me remember," she said after scratching her head. “Ah, as Mr. Juan used to be, his customer who always bought up the crickets and caterpillars, yeah, Garnache,”
I finally became interested in asking for that paper too. I have read it three times silently, as Mr. Cake, kinda weird.
I dared to raise my right hand.
“Could this G. be for Hasselbein and vice versa?”
“You got a hundred points, Feline!” he added. "A moment,"
He headed to the second floor to get something. In a minute Mr. Cake with a smile he handed me a hard black envelope with gold lettering.
“In this envelope, I found a biography of the Hasselbein family, that they married a commoner, namely Garnache, which was considered quite embarrassing. Maybe that's what lies behind them then fled to England. It didn't end there, the news about a restaurant that failed to receive a Michelin star was that at that time the head of the Hasselbein family, died of poisoning while having dinner at the restaurant. That's the cost of Hasselbein's downfall,"
The detective and her partner whose name appeared in the paper that I read before, Pusscat and Pussett, immediately took the contents of the envelope. A stiff face woman named Ephey asked Mr. Cake that how did he get the information that long ago could complete the report for the police.
I was quite surprised and a bit in disbelief when Mr. Cake said they were just fad. I mean what kind of fad almost broke the case?
“But if that's true, then what? I mean the old hag was right at the place, when I was there,” glamorous woman, Mcpherson, chimed in.
“The thing is, if the R. M. Garnache at the hospital is indeed written for the name of the old woman you met, then it makes absolutely no sense with the deaths of all three students after a year of Vera Hasselbein's death. Because that person, did that because she felt the potential for a perfect plan.”
“Rosamund-Marie Garnache. A family that had always been the servants of the nobles. Until finally, Rosa-Marie Garnache, her only daughter married Graf Hasselbein," Miss Pusscat quoted the contents of the paper in the brown envelope.
I finally nodded in understanding, just like them whose faces were very serious and attentive.
“The death made Madame Hasselbein very sad, but she had to endure it for her only child, Vera. Ironically, when she was in her third year of high school, she even committed suicide. It sounds normal and becomes a rumor in the end, whereas if you dig deeper, Madame Hasselbein feels it is not," Mr. Cake added as he walked over to Miss Pusscat. “It's like you said, Gwen. Regarding the letter, which was found by the police, according to forensics, it was indeed written. Then what made Madame Hasselbein feel strange?"
That statement made everyone look stuck. In my opinion, what matters is that it matches the handwriting, meaning there is no reason for falsification. Well, unless it's typed and then printed.
“Wait a minute, you mean she, Vera Hasselbein, was forced? The drill haired woman frowned.
"Oui, plus the information that when Miss Mcpherson and I visited the building of the Yorkshire Newsmongenstern newspaper, according to Miss Hall, who wrote in the paper about the suicides at Widehope, that Madame Hasselbein seemed patient and would find her way out herself. That fact tries to whisper to me that Vera Hasselbein did not kill herself. She was forced, intimidated, every day until the time came. Until Caulburn, who is said to make good students, even intervened to no avail,”
“When you say that, it means…” the bald man Fischenich spoke up.
“The three students, Heather Chapman and her sister ,Kelsey Chapman, and Penelope Fox. Their deaths were the same as Vera's and were planned by Madame Hasselbein with the grudge she carried,"
The neat-haired man meant to rebut.
"But wait a moment, how come Madame Hasselbein, who you said was a patient or sick, suddenly entered Widehope? Not all random people can enter Widehope, right?”
Mr. Cake smiled a little.
“James, that's because she's not an ordinary person. Madame Hasselbein contributed to the building project behind Widehope before all of this was paid for by the laboratory. Then she disappeared without anyone knowing. Until a year after he had had enough, with his schizophrenia and PTED, he had to run away from the hospital. Then he returned to the rear building Widehope to be someone else.? ”
“Wow, wow, wait a minute! Become someone else? Didn't she have to make up a long story? protested Miss Pusscat.
“Since it would be no more difficult, why not? By writing a letter of recommendation that the person's identity is a relative of Hasselbein, needing a little help and… all of that won't be too difficult. What's more, she could easily use Madame Hasselbein's signature, which incidentally was herself? Or… maybe she had another plan, which is more interesting!”
Mr. Cake sighed.
“That is a very clever and well-proportioned method, Gwen! Because this person contributes which may be quite large. A few days ago I tried to ask the current Widehope headmaster, the donation on behalf of Hasselbein in the form of every building on the back. So we can safely say that the rear of the Widehope building was donated by Madame Hasselbein. Then she might have appointed a person in charge before she just walked away. Then when she came back, she discussed with that person and in the end it didn't matter. Then it waits for the right time for the last prey,”
"You mean Madame Hasselbein has met us before?" asked the drill-haired woman in surprise. They muttered to themselves.
Mr. Cake nodded confidently, his eyes sharp and very serious.
“In any case, I can never be sure of anything other than one thing. When Madame Caulburn got angry and smashed the glass, she accidentally called out the person's name. Either it was just me or you guys were focused on other things,"
Some of them try to remember.
"Is this person very close?" asked the man named James.
Mr. Cake nodded confidently.
“Perhaps this is hard to believe. If we take a comparison, the prospective owner of a one-star Michelin star restaurant, that means explaining her abilities,”
After that explanation, some people hesitated, their eyes widened. I'm guessing they actually know the answer, but their mouths seem to stick up.
“Aunt Edelweiss?”
“Oui.”
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