Chapter 3

The supervisor bent his huge body, but he did not come this close; he knelt beside the sofa as the doctor did. He carefully examined the bracelet and slowly rotated it so that no part of it escaped observation. Then he stood up, handed me the magnifying glass, and said:

I checked it myself, and now let the lady look at him if she wants.

And he started writing extensively in his notebook.

But I made a slight change to his suggestion.

She lifted the glass toward Miss Trilawne, saying:

Didn't you check it better first?

She retreated, raising her hand a little bit in disclaiming responsibility, as she rushed:

"Oh no! My father would have made it clear to me without a doubt if he wanted to see her. I do not want it without his consent.

Then she added,

"Undoubtedly, for fear that someone would misunderstand her."

Of course you see right and you have to check everything and think about it; in fact, I am really grateful to you…

I got away, and I could see that she was crying quietly. It was clear to me that even in the midst of her troubles and anxiety, there was dissatisfaction that she knew very little about her father and that her ignorance had to be shown at this time among many strangers. Being all human beings did not make it easy to tolerate shame, although there was some relief in it. Trying to explain her feelings, I can only think that she was happy because there were no eyes on her at that hour.

When I stood from my examination of a bracelet, which verified my doctor's examination, the latter regained his place next to the sofa and continued to serve him. Supervisor Dolan whispered to me:

I think we are lucky to have our doctor!

I nodded, and I was about to add something to praise his acumen, but he interrupted me with a faint click on the door.

I stopped, I didn't want to say anything about how I felt at the time. I looked at her, and I think she understood because her eyes were raised to mine for a moment and then they fell. leaving her cheeks like peony roses. With a clear effort, her story continued:

The doctor was with us in a very short time; the butler met him and entered the house with his key, he came here running, made a gang suitable for the poor man's arm, then he went home to get some equipment, and I dare say that he will return almost immediately. Then a policeman came and sent a message to the center. Soon the supervisor was here, and then you came.

There was a long silence, she ventured to hold her hand for a moment. Without another word, we opened the door and joined the supervisor in the hall, and he rushed to us, saying:

" I was checking everything myself, and I sent a message to Scotland Yard. You see, Mr. Ross, it seems that there is so much strangeness in the case that I thought it was better to have the best man in the criminal investigation department that we could get for it, so I sent a letter requesting Sergeant Dow to be sent immediately, remembering him, sir, in that American poisoning case in Houston"

I said, "Oh yeah, I remember him well."

In this and other cases, I have benefited many times from his skills and acumen.

" He has a mind that really works like any mind I know. For defense, I thought my man was innocent, and I was happy to be against us! The supervisor said with satisfaction,

"This is praise, sir!"

I am glad you agreed to choose me; I did well in sending him. It couldn't be better, and I have no doubt that we will reach the facts—and beyond! We went up to Mr. Trilawne's room, where we found everything exactly as his daughter described it.

The house rang, and after a minute a man entered the room—a young man with sharp features, sharp grey eyes, and a front that was square and wide like his forehead. He had a black bag in his hand, which he immediately opened.

Miss Trilawny gave us: Dr. Winchester, this is Mr. Ross, and this is Supervisor Dolan. Some of us bowed mutually and began to work without delay. We all waited, and we watched impatiently as it began to heal the wound. As he advanced, he turned from time to time to draw the supervisor's attention to some point around the wound, and the latter began writing something in his notebook. -Look! Several parallel wounds or scratches begin on the left side of the wrist, and in some places, the major arteries are at risk.

These little wounds here, deep and rough, seem to have been made with a sharp object. This in particular appears to be made of a type of sharp wedge; the round meat looks torn as if it were a result of lateral pressure. Turning to Miss Trilawne, he now said:

" Do you think we might remove this bracelet? It is not entirely necessary now because it will drop on the wrist as it can be suspended loosely, but it may increase patient comfort later"

The poor girl is deeply red, and she answers in a low voice:

"I do not know; I... I just recently came to live with my father; I know very little of his life or his thoughts, so I fear I cannot judge on such an issue."

After taking a closer look at her, the doctor said very kindly: -

"Forgive me! I did not know. But anyway, don't worry. A transfer is not required at this time. If so, I should do it once at my own risk. If necessary later, we can remove it easily with a screwdriver. There is no doubt that your father has some things to keep as they are. See! There is a small key attached to it.

As he was talking, he stopped and bowed down, taking the candle he grabbed from my hand and lowering it until its light fell on the bracelet. Then he indicated that he grabbed the candle in the same position and took from his pocket a magnifying glass that modified it.

When he had done a careful examination, he stood up and delivered the magnifying glass to Dolan, saying: You better check it out yourself; this is not a regular bracelet. Gold is made with triple steel ties; look at where the corrosion is.

It is clearly not intended to be removed easily; it will need more than a regular screwdriver to do it.

" The supervisor bent his huge body, but he did not come this close; he knelt beside the sofa as the doctor did. He carefully examined the bracelet and slowly rotated it so that no part of it escaped observation. Then he stood up, handed me the magnifying glass, and said: I checked it myself, and now let the lady look at him if she wants.

he started writing extensively in his notebook. But I made a slight change to his suggestion. She lifted the glass toward Miss Trilawne, saying:

"Didn't you check it better first?"

She retreated, raising her hand a little bit in disclaiming responsibility, as she rushed:

"Oh no! My father would have made it clear to me without a doubt if he wanted to see her. I do not want it without his consent"

Then she added,

"Undoubtedly, for fear that someone would misunderstand her."

Of course you see right and you have to check everything and think about it; in fact, I am really grateful to you…