"Young people these days... they're a little frightening!"
Sitting in the Camille family's carriage, Maltz let out this exclamation, but his gaze involuntarily drifted toward his partner.
Had he failed to escape the Grim Reaper's gaze after all?
But when Arthur looked up a moment later, the chief cleared his throat.
"What happened after we left?"
Maltz asked.
The chief certainly hadn't forgotten Will Kors and Chelmi, whom he had met that morning. Chelmi's shouting and Kors's refusal to back down afterward were still fresh in his memory.
"Thanks to your 'persuasion,' Chief Maltz, Will Kors and Chelmi temporarily calmed down. They even had lunch together here at noon.
But after lunch, the mistress took the young lady upstairs. When Will Kors and Chelmi returned to the small sitting room to wait, tragedy struck.
Will Kors killed Chelmi.
When he was discovered, the young man was still holding a dagger.
Chelmi had already stopped breathing."
The old butler answered at once.
"Who discovered Will Kors committing the murder?"
"The young lady and I!
After the mistress spoke to her upstairs, the young lady decided to make things clear to both young men, Will Kors and Chemil: the three of them were simply childhood friends, and she had no other feelings for them.
But when we knocked on the sitting room door, no one opened it. It was locked from the inside.
After that, I used the spare key to open the door.
Then I saw Chelmi lying in a pool of blood and Will Kors slumped on the sofa.
I didn't let the young lady or the servants enter. I only checked that Chelmi wasn't breathing before leaving the room myself."
The old butler gave a detailed account of what had happened.
As Arthur listened, he took a baked potato