Fortunately, it hasn't reached the third strike. Although not a home run yet, at least I've hit three out of four balls before getting a base.
The first hit is based on the information provided by M. Marsh, which at least gives a positive indication that he has been declared innocent. It was already 04:30 PM, as Inspector Sharp informed us. The team assigned by Inspector Sharp had found the black rum bottle, emptied and discarded, leaving only the bottle behind.
Nevertheless, there were slight traces of liquid in the bottle's content, which, after forensic testing, resulted in a positive identification of hemlock poison. This was a good and reasonable sign from M. Marsh, who had honestly provided information.
The second hit is how the poison in the victim contradicts the testimony of the victim's friend. The hemlock poison found in M. Gill's spilled hot black coffee traces, when Inspector Sharp inquired about the presence of Rum, possibly indicating that M. Marsh lied, turned out to be true—no traces of Rum were found.
While slushies with milk and strawberry variants, topped with marshmallows, chocolate bars, candies, cotton candy, cream, and cocoa sprinkles, were mixed with Ethylene Glycol.
Mlle. Howell, who disliked bitter taste, was found with hemlock poison in her body, according to forensic evidence, coinciding with the mixture of coffee, although there was also some Ethylene Glycol. Meanwhile, M. Gill had the opposite, with the added fact that he had pneumonia and hypoglycemia.
These two pieces of information have contradictory facts.
The third hit passed after I had a brief and concise chat with Mlle. Rachel Flemming through the phone. I found information, primarily the answer to my doubts about Mlle. Voyles' statement. She may have successfully deceived us, but the charade wouldn't last long.
This now forms the basis for reopening the discussion forum with Inspector Sharp, regarding how Mlle. Voyles could make such statements with highly questionable facts.
With considerable effort and all my persistence, Inspector Sharp eventually agreed to give me a chance. My ace card was still hidden in the pocket of my mind, which, in reality, I didn't need to throw in front of him.
Now, the three of us, with Mlle. Voyles still a bit shaken, faced two constables, Inspector Sharp, and one of his subordinates in the monotonous interrogation room. Light blue walls, a rectangular table, the three of us sitting side by side facing Mr. Butt-Chin, Remy Sharp. Meanwhile, Mlle. Voyles was sitting on the right side of the table, handcuffed, with Constable Hodge guarding her. The two poison carrier bottles taken from the crime scene were on the table because I requested it.
"Wow, wow, wow, hold on! There are quite a lot of new conflicting things. I appreciate that opinion, sir, but when talking in that direction, there are times when you prepare the entire script of logical reasons so that you don't get counted as providing false information or engaging in misleading behavior. That's common, so don't be surprised. So, before you explain further, can we stop here for your own good?" he explained with a warning tone and a sharp gaze.
See, I'm not easily intimidated by anyone who tries. He said that as if I were expressing an opinion or just talking. Or maybe he just didn't know who he was talking to. Nevertheless, once again, my heart is as vast as the ocean.
Inspector Sharp started taking a pen from his pants pocket and a small piece of paper from his small notebook, a sign that he was ready to receive the hypothesis statement I mentioned.
"It's better to hear the statement than write a scholarly article in the case journal report later," said M. Sharp tiredly and resignedly, having no choice regarding this new fact. That's how it should be.
"Oui d'accord, conservatism is also necessary, sir," I replied to M. Sharp, The Butt-Chin and sharp eyes man.
I stated, as I had thought before, that Mlle. Voyles did indeed put Ethylene Glycol in one of the two lemon soda bottles she bought.
Irespective whether Mlle. Howell wanted to buy it or Mlle. Voyles initiated buying two to give away.
"Well, after that, if I'm not mistaken, you said you bought two lemon sodas, one of which was poisoned, and perhaps Mlle. Howell drank some before the two bottles returned to your fanny pack when you rode the dodgems?" Inspector Sharp turned towards Mlle. Voyles.
"Y-yes... that's right," replied Mlle. Voyles with a tired and slightly hoarse tone.
Inspector Sharp added that unfortunately, they couldn't find the lemon soda bottle that should have been in Mlle. Voyles' white fanny pack. Mlle. Voyles admitted that she had submerged the lemon soda bottle.
"That's why we found Mlle. Howell vomiting when she visited Mlle. Voyles, that's the crucial point. Perhaps that's why, in addition to hemlock poison, signs of damage by Ethylene Glycol were also found in Mlle. Howell. Let's set aside the issue of Ethylene Glycol for now. Inspector, didn't you throw a question that Mlle. Voyles hasn't answered correctly before?"
"Eh? Has that happened before?" Inspector Sharp redirected his gaze to Mlle. Voyles.
Of course, once silent, Mlle. Voyles would remain silent.
"It's about the motive. What's the motive?"
"I-I already said before, I hated Alwen Howell! And that's why I intended to kill her, and it happened!"
"Then why did you drink the two lemon soda bottles in the toilet?"
Everyone seemed confused. Everyone, except the two of us. Between me, who had some understanding of this case, and Mlle. Voyles, who refused to confess.
"Because I was afraid it might harm me. Th-that's why I brought Fomepizole, right!?" Mlle. Voyles became more agitated and frustrated with me.
I knew she was becoming a punching bag that I would never let happen.
"Even though you admit that you bought and brought two lemon sodas, one of which was poisoned?"
"That's because-"
"You're saying something contradictory. Look, how could it be mixed up when from the beginning, you bought it and had put poison in one of them?" I explained, countering her words. I then turned to Inspector Sharp, whose head was resting on both his hands, standing and joined on the table.
Inspector Sharp started, "Well, very clever. That means..."
"Is Mlle. Voyles lying about removing the evidence and about Fomepizole, Mr. Cake?"
Yes and no. It's because Mlle. Voyles wanted everyone to think that if what she said was untrue, then why is the explanation for the lemon soda now not in her bag? Which indirectly means that Mlle. Voyles is not providing testimony but a statement that anyone can believe or not. That's my explanation to Inspector Sharp, and also to Feline who asked about it.
"After all, there's no reason to bring poisoned or similar items that raise suspicion. Although, it can't be said that Mlle. Voyles went to the toilet to vomit just to dispose of that evidence,"
"Why not, sir?" M. Marsh opened his mouth.
"Because that person planned the same thing."
Not only the two constables, both Mr. Marsh and Feline, even Mlle. Voyles, were surprised by that revelation.
Did that ring a bell? One thing for sure, now Mlle. Voyles' expression was paler than usual.
Because it's starting to get exposed? Or is it poison that is still in her body?
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