Murder Killing
25. Not from a Personal Story
MR. Leadbetter grumbled in annoyance, as the person sitting next to him got up and stumbled on time past him, his hat fell on the chair in front of him, and the person leaned over to pick it up.
It takes place at the height of the story of Not a Sparrow, an emotional drama full of famous and beautiful stars, who have been waiting for Mr. Leadbetters.
The golden-haired heroine played by Katherine Royal (according to Mr. Leadbetter, a world-caliber film actress), is venting her anger in a raucous cry,
”Takkan. I'd rather be hungry. But I won't starve. Remember these words: not a single sparrow fell”
Mr. Leadbetter leaned his head from right to left in a huff. These people! Surprisingly, they can't wait until the end of a movie... And left a heart-wrenching scene like this.
Well, now it's better. The annoying man had passed by and kept coming out. Mr. Leadbetter could fully look up at the screen and at Katherine Royal standing by the window, at Van Schreiner's stately home in New York.
And now the woman took the boy's train in her arms... Trains in America are so strangely different from British trains.
Well, it's Steve again in his cabin in the mountains...
The film continues to spin until the emotional and semi-religious cover.
Mr. Leadbetter let out a satisfied sigh as the lights were turned on.
He stood up slowly, slightly twitching. He never left the cinema in a hurry. It always takes a while to get back to the boring reality of everyday life.
He looked around him. Not many people this afternoon of course. They're all in the racecourse. Mr. Leadbetter doesn't like horse racing, or playing cards, or drinking, or smoking. That way he has more energy to be able to enjoy the movie show.
Everyone rushed to the exit.
Mr. Leadbetter is preparing to come out as well. The man sitting in front of him fell asleep somewhat slumped down on his seat. Mr. Leadbetter was a little upset to see someone sleeping in the middle of dramatic scenes like Not a Sparrow. A roaring man cried out to the sleeping man, whose legs were outstretched and covered
walk, ”Sorry, Sir.”
Mr. Leadbetter gets to the exit. He looked back.
There seems to be a commotion. A cinema officer... Maybe the person in front of him was drunk mostly drinking instead of falling asleep...
He hesitates for a moment, then goes out and thus does not know the thrill of the day an even greater thrill than winning a bet in St. Leger, on the numbers 85 and 1.
The clerk said, ”I think you're right, Sir...
She's ill... Why, what happened, sir?”
The man pulled his hand and exclaimed, while noticing the thick red patches.
”Blood..”
The cinema attendant exclaimed, choked.
He saw the end of a yellow object under the chair.
”Gosh!” yells. ”This is a b.... ABC.”
MR. CUst came out of the cinema and looked up at the sky.
What a beautiful twilight... What a beautiful twilight...
An excerpt of Browning's expression flashed through his mind.
”God is in heaven. Peace on earth.” He really likes that expression.
There were only moments, even very often, when he felt the expression was not true...
He stepped lightly along the way smiling to himself, until he arrived at Black Swan, where he was staying.
He climbed the stairs to his bedroom, a small, crowded room on the third floor, overlooking the cemented back garden and garage.
As soon as he entered the room, his smile instantly disappeared. There was a stain on his sleeve, near the cuff. He touched her at a glance wet and blood red...
His hand touched his pocket and grabbed something a long, slender dagger. The blade was also sticky and red...
Mr. Cust sat stunned, long.
His tongue stuck out, licking his lips restlessly.
”Not my fault,” said Mr. Custs. It sounded as if he was arguing with someone like a schoolboy making excuses to his school teacher.
He stuck out his tongue, licking his lips again...
Again he touched his sleeve at a glance. His eyes looked across the room and saw the wash basin.
Soon he filled the basin with water from an ancient model urn. He took off his coat and washed his sleeves and squeezed them carefully...
Uh! The water is red now... Knock on the door.
He stood still unable to move his eyes staring at the nanar.
Door opens. A plump young woman with a water jar in her hand.
”Oh, sorry, Sir. Your hot water, Mr.” He finally managed to say his words. ”Thank you... I washed my hands with
cold water..”
Why did he say it? Soon those eyes looked at the basin.
Nervously he explained, ”I got my hand hit by a knife..”.
A moment's silence yes, a clumsy silence that was too long before finally the girl said, ”Yes, Mr.”
He came out while closing the door.
Mr. Cust stood up as if he had turned into a statue. It also came eventually...
He listened.
Are those the voices, the exclamations of the feet climbing the stairs leading to the top?
He could hear nothing but his own heartbeat...
Then suddenly, from a sculpting attitude, he jumped and moved swiftly.
He put on his coat, tiptoed to the door and opened it. No sound was heard, except for a familiar muttering sound in his ear from the direction of the bar. Slowly he went down the stairs.
There's still no one. Good luck. He stopped at the end of the stairs. Where to now?
He immediately set his heart, darting fast along the passageway and exiting through the door leading to the backyard. Two drivers were there, tinkering with the car and talking about those who won and lost the bet.
Mr. Cust hurriedly crossed the courtyard and went out into the street.
At the first turn he turned to the right then to the left and right again...
Do you dare go to the station?
Yes many people there special train if lucky he will succeed.
When it's lucky...
InspectUr Crome is listening to Mr. Very excited leadbetter.
”Trust me, Inspector, my heart is almost dislodged when I think about it. Surely he sat next to me until the movie finished!”
Without a single shred of Mr.'s feelings. Leadbetter, Inspector Crome said,
”Try to tell us clearly. This guy came out at the time that great movie was almost done”
”Not a Sparrow Katherine Royal,” murmured Mr. Auto leadbetter.
”She passed you and tripped”
”Now I understand, he pretends to stumble. Then he leaned over to the chair in front to pick up his hat. It must have been then that he stabbed that poor fellow.”
