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Post by Eyes on Mar 18, 2016 19:36:30 GMT -5
"Actually," said Gent, "we already checked for fingerprints, and found none. He must've wearing gloves."
"I see," said Gunnarson, as he looked around some more.
"Ah ha!" he said suddenly.
"What is it?" I asked.
"This!" and he presented a....
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 18, 2016 19:51:10 GMT -5
interesting object.
"Do you see this?" He said. He was indicating the food on the table.
"What is it?" Gent asked.
"escargo; surprised he got his hands on some with the war and all" Gunnarson said. "But whoever this is; he's got a thing for French cuisine. Not everyone around here likes snails, you know" Gunnarson said.
Gunnarson kept searching around the room for evidence.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 18, 2016 19:56:46 GMT -5
I had been standing, watching what he was doing, when I took a step back - tripped - and fell.
"Oof!" I said.
Gunnarson helped me up, looked past me at the ground, and stared.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 18, 2016 20:04:32 GMT -5
It was a cane.
"Interesting" he said as he picked up the cane from the bottom. "Dr. Manning was quite good on his feet. Which means this cane must belong to the killer, as only he and manning were in this room. Gent, have this checked for prints" he said as the officials took action. He noticed the initials on the cane, "C.P." in a fancy script.
"Well hello there... looks like we have the killers' initials"
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Post by Eyes on Mar 18, 2016 20:14:09 GMT -5
"Actually, that might be the doctor's walking stick," said Gent. "C.P. could stand for something like 'common practitioner."
"Oh," said Gunnarson. "I see."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 18, 2016 20:20:20 GMT -5
But I was confused. "I thought you said that Dr. Manning was well on his feet, why would he need a walking stick?" I asked; trying to be useful.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 18, 2016 20:22:53 GMT -5
"Well," said Gent, "there are lots of people that walk fine, but have walking sticks. It makes them look more respectable."
"Ah," I said.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 18, 2016 20:26:24 GMT -5
"But if he was a doctor, wouldn't it be General practitioner, not common practitioner?" I asked.
"That is a fair point; until we can be 100 percent certain, I would suggest that we do not necessarily dismiss this lead just yet" Gunnarson suggested. Then he began looking around the chair Manning was sitting at for clues.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 18, 2016 20:29:51 GMT -5
Once Gunnarson had seen all he wanted, we left.
"Notify me when anything new pops up," he said to Gent.
"Will do. Thanks for your help."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 18, 2016 20:42:44 GMT -5
We had gotten back to the apartment, when he showed me his bedroom. On the wall where there was a window, in front of the window was a giant chalkboard, covering a good portion of the wall, and all the window.
"So, what now?" I asked.
"First, I compile all I know, then put it together to figure out the next step" He explained to me. He began writing on the board.
"We know, for starters, that the man who killed Dr. Manning, was in his inner circle, as in someone that he trusted. So they must be of the same social level and class. Secondly, we know that the killer enjoys Merlot and escargo, and Dr. Manning trusted him enough to enjoy a meal with him. We also know that he has a significant knowledge of the human body, to have made that stab and get little blood everywhere."
"So... enjoys Merlot and escargo, anaotomical knowledge, Dr Manning's inner circle" I said back.
"Right. Now, the boys will get back to us after they've looked at the evidence, but now there is the trifecta we have to consider."
"The trifecta?"
"Means, motive, opportunity. The knife was the means, and the opportunity was the dinner. The question now becomes- motive" Gunnarson said to me as he kept writing.
"It could be anything" I pointed out.
"Not necessarily. You see, murder has three motives- money, love and revenge" he said as he wrote the words on the board.
"Well, Dr. Manning was a good man, loyal to his wife, and he wasn't a known gambler. Which means..." he said as he gestured to me.
"...someone wanted revenge?" I asked.
"Correct. The question now is- who did Manning wrong, and what did he do that would cause the killer to want revenge?" Gunnarson said, looking over the board.
I looked at him; he seemed to be deep in thought; to me, it seemed that all was silent and still around him, and I feared to move, for that could break his concentration.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 18, 2016 20:56:34 GMT -5
"Overall," said Gunnarson, "I think that we're dealing with a doctor."
"A doctor?"
"Yes. After all, the killer knew about the human body, so it's most probable that he was a medical man."
"I see," I said.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 18, 2016 21:00:20 GMT -5
I was feeling rather tired at that point, so I decided to call it a night there.
"Well, This has been a long day and I am rather tired; I hope you do not mind, but I think I will go turn in now" I said as I went to the bathroom to start getting ready for bed. I do not think he heard me, actually, because I couldn't help but notice he just kept staring at the blackboard
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Post by Eyes on Mar 18, 2016 21:07:02 GMT -5
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and eggs.
"Good morning," said Gunnarson as I got up.
"Good morning," I said.
"Help yourself," said Gunnarson, indicating the food.
"Thanks," I said, and dug in.
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Post by Tug on Mar 18, 2016 21:29:37 GMT -5
"Any leads on the case?' I asked curious...
"Well this might be stereotypical of me, but I did some research on Dr. Manning's close relationships, and found he was very familiar with many French Doctors, he was even working on new types of medicines with them closely before the war happened..." answered Gunnarson
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 18, 2016 21:53:31 GMT -5
"I see. But these relationships don't actually tell us much, do they?" I asked.
"No, they don't. Luckily, three of them live in this town. Pierre Sartre, Louie Beaumont and Calvin Poirier all fled here early on in the war, and I am going to go have a chat with them after breakfast" he explained to me.
"Calvin Poirier...C.P.... you don't think?" I asked in shock.
"Now hold on; best not to jump to conclusions. Remember, it takes more than one piece to make a puzzle" Gunnarson informed
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Post by Eyes on Mar 19, 2016 9:01:27 GMT -5
So, after breakfast, he left, and returned shortly before lunch.
"How did it go?" I asked him.
"Quite well. I've got a good feeling about this case... though I'm going to wait a bit longer before I make up my mind totally."
So, over lunch, he told me how it went.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 26, 2016 20:07:14 GMT -5
"I only had enough time to go and visit Dr. Satre, as the others I couldn't find at home. He was rather shocked that Dr. Manning was found dead last night."
"Really? Could be just a show he put on."
"No no, that was genuine grief. They had been good friends since the great war. I was interviewing him and found out some interesting things. And I can tell you- he's not the killer."
"Why say that?"
"I was taking note of how I found the knife, and based on the angle of the wound, I was able to conclude that the killer is left handed." He said to me.
"And?" I asked.
"Dr. Satre is right handed." he followed up.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 26, 2016 20:10:51 GMT -5
"Ah," I said, "that makes sense."
After lunch, Gunnarson went out again to find the other two. He came back looking pleased with himself.
"Well, how was it?"
So he told me...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Mar 26, 2016 20:21:57 GMT -5
"I managed to talk to the both of them, and both do share traits with the killer. Escargo, medical knowledge and the rest." He said.
"So you know who killed Manning?" I asked, amazed.
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Post by Eyes on Mar 27, 2016 9:32:34 GMT -5
"Not yet," he said, "I'm going to do a bit more hunting around before I decide."
Later that day, I was sitting around, and having nothing to do, picked up a pen and a piece of paper.
"What are you writing?" asked Gunnarson.
"An account of the murder, and what's been going on."
"Ah! may I read it once you are up to date?"
"Certainly."
So, once I finished, I handed it to Gunnarson.
He read it, and when he finished, he exclaimed, "Oh, thank you my friend. Your little manuscript has helped me tremendously!"
"Really?"
"Yes, for I know who the murderer is!"
"What! Already?!"
"Yes. Let us start from the beginning, and I will explain my reasonings:
"First of all, the food - merlot and escargot are French. So whoever killed him might have been French, or lived in France.
"Second, the cane - it said C.P. Now, I was thinking it over - what if it wasn't cut right, and was meant to say 'G.P.', but instead came out as 'C.P.'?"
"Interesting," I said.
"Indeed," said Gunnarson. "Now the third point - the medical knowledge."
"It must have been a doctor."
"Or someone who trained to be a doctor, and had been in France before. In fact - you!"
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