Nepoleans letter💌

Parvatibabu was stabbed to death with a heavy object above his head. Their home doctor, Sourin Som, said the death occurred shortly after. The gentleman's blood pressure was fluctuating, and his heart was pounding.

The police have already arrived. Inspector Hazra knows Feluda. He also pays close attention. This is not the kind of contempt that ordinary police officers look down on private investigators. Said, we are doing our routine work. We will let you know if any information comes out.

Feluda said, "Have you any idea about the heavy thing that killed him?"

Hajra said, I don't see anything like that. Nearby. The killer seems to have suffered with that thing.

Paperweight.

Paperweight?

Come with me once.

We also entered the room behind Hajra and Feluda.

Feluda pointed to a part of the table.

There is fine dust on the green felt. A dustless round disc in one part of it. It is not understood if not noticed very well.

I asked Amitabh Babu, Feluda said there was a very large and heavy Victorian glass paperweight on this table. Not now.

Well done, Mr. Mitti!

But the real man seems to have gone unnoticed, Feluda came out of the house and said.

Hajra said that once the name and description were found, it would not be difficult to find him. Without it, he had applied; If there is, then his address can be found. I think so. The doorman is not telling the truth. At one time he was not near the gate; That's when the man ran away. Home on Maine Clove, maybe got the bus out! Of course, more people came besides him. In the morning. Just before Sadhanbabu came, another gentleman came. He may have committed the murder.

But if you see Parvatibabu dead, why will Sadhanbabu stay?

You saw the house; He's Curio's shop mistress; If a man is dishonest, he enters the house and sees the owner dead, then his poya baro!

Do you see if anything is gone?

Feluda asked the question. The current secretary is Hrishikesh Dutt. The gentleman left just before ten to make two urgent foreign telegrams at the post office. After returning we were met on the stairs.

I can do that, said Hrishikeshbabu. I know pretty much everything outside. Mr. Haldar once gave me a list of things inside the cupboard. Some of his things were probably done today to show Pestonji. Pestonji came at half past nine.

Parvati Babu had a conversation with this pestonji before?

Too. Talk about ten years. He used to come at least twice a month. Uni is also a collector. There was a letter in Mr. Haldar's collection, and the gentleman came to see it.

Is it Napoleon's letter?

Yes.

Was Mr. Haldar thinking of selling it?

Not at all. Pestonji was very greedy for it. He would offer a large sum of money, and Mr. Haldar would refuse. He also had a stubbornness in this regard. The letter once cost an American twenty thousand dollars to buy. Mr. Haldar kept shaking his head. Mr. Haldar's face turned red, and at last his face began to look bad, and Mr. Haldar enjoyed it all. Even today, I could understand from the outside that Pestonji was starting to growl.

What was the thing?

An Alcathine envelope.

If so, it seems that the letter could not be. Because the envelope is on the table. And I saw a white folded paper in it.

If not, it is better. And not everyone will understand the meaning of the letter.

It is unknown at this time what he will do after leaving the post. Apart from that, the police doctor has just arrived, he is examining the body.

Hrishikeshbabu said, surprise. By the time Sadhanbabu left, I was back. But I did not meet the man.

Are you out? Feluda asked.

It's five past ten. It takes five minutes from here to go to the post office. I wanted to give the telegrams as soon as they opened.

It's a five-minute job, so why is it so late to return?

Hrishikeshbabu shook his head. - And don't tell me, Mister. I was looking for a watch band in the stationery shops. I am wearing a watch in my right hand. The band is loose. The left wrist is about half an inch narrower than my right wrist. The band swayed. There was no gain. There is no speed without that new market.

I have already noticed that the gentleman wears a watch in his right hand.

Do you live in this house Feluda asked. Amitabhbabu is handling inside, apart from that he himself is quite broken, so Feluda is taking out all the information available from Hrishikeshbabu.

Yes, in this house, said Hrishikeshbabu, on the ground floor. There is no family, so Mr. Haldar said. Stay here; There is no shortage of houses. I have also heard Sadhanbabu. He lived in this house.

He was leaving this job. You. Don't you understand?

Mister was gasping for breath. Without it, there is no chance of improvement today. Mr. Haldar was certainly a good employer. I have nothing to say against him.

There was a conversation with another gentleman, although there was no talk. He is Amitabh's younger brother Achintyababu. The gentleman was at home, so it seems the police are interrogating him now. Feluda asked Hrishikesh Babu about his younger brother.

What does Achintyababu do?

Theater.

Theater?

The three of us were surprised.

Professional theater? I mean, his income from the theater?

Hrishikeshbabu had to think a little to give the answer. He said, this is all an internal matter. And honestly, I don't think it's fair to say. There is no doubt that it is inappropriate to do theater in this family, but I have a suspicion that Achintbabu had a great deal of pride in his mind. He was not the only one of the four brothers to go to Britain to study. In fact, in a large family, the younger brother is often a little neglected. I think that's what happened to him. That's what I felt from the occasional conversation with me. Mr. Haldarai offered the job, but Achintbabu gave it up. The hobby of theater seems to have been like that. He is very interested in a drama club in Barasat, but he is not interested in it. Now he is roaming around Navrangamancha. He has also done a part of one or two heroes. I also saw Kali memorizing the part.

This time Inspector Hazra came forward towards us. Achintyababu's interrogation is over. He left the house with a sullen face. Hajra said, the murder took place between ten and ten and a half. Pestonji was there from half past nine to ten. Sadhan Dastidar came at ten o'clock, he left at half past ten. From the little boy's house, you can go straight to the father's house through the outside fountain. People inside the house will not be able to see. Achintyababu may have come to his father's house between ten and five-thirty. He says. Memorized the part all morning, only once at half past ten did the nephew get an unrestricted call and go to him. To see his play machine gun. Even then he did not get the news of his father's death. Whatever the case, all three had motives. The father was not with the son, Pestonji was Mr. Haldar's rival, and Sadhan Dastidar was old-fashioned. This is the thing. Now you come and see if something has been stolen.

The last request was made to Hrishikesh Babu. The gentleman walked towards the study, we followed him.

After entering the room, Swami Keshababu once looked around. Parbatibabu was very fond of mechanical things, as I saw in the living room. An early cylinder gramophone, and in this room I see an ancient magic lantern. Apart from that, there are small statues, pots, prayers, pens, pistols, old pictures, maps, books. After looking at the things outside, opening the cupboard, box, drawer etc. with the key, finally Hrishikeshbabu said that nothing seems to have gone.

Feluda said, "Didn't you see the envelope of Alcathine once?"

It seems that the letter is in it.

Still, it should be taken a look.

Hrishikeshbabu had to open the envelope and pull out the paper inside. I was skeptical of the color of the paper; Is old paper so white? The gentleman shouted as soon as he opened the folded paper.

What the heck! This is Haldar Mashai's own letter paper torn from the pad.

That is, Napoleon's letter disappeared.