Jan 7th 2012, 22:57:57
/me gathers all the people involved in this post to the living room where we have tea while I Ercule Puarot I will finally unmask the cheater with my little gray cells.
For all of you have a motive to cheat.
No no no. A letter received today from Scotland Yard contained the expert forensic evidence confirming my suspicions. There was only the premeditated planned strike! A device built and operated by you, Boltar! Player and a leader! How depraved! God, how evil does a man have to be to cause the slaughter of so many innocent people? For the concealment of a single cheat? If God should withhold his mercy from anyone on earth, Monsieur, it surely will be you.
Then we come to you Monsieur Elvesrus
No. But his real name is Zen; WHY? More than any Zen, you hated Ivan. For in her happy marriage to Flamey, she had excluded you; your first love; your little sister had surrendered herself to another man. But you had already made your own arrangements to deal with her, for you had drawn under your spell a parlour maid, who was young, Irish, and in the service of your sister. Her name? Galleri. You had seduced her. Had deliberately impregnated her. And had had the baby disposed of.
You wanted to crush the very soul of this simple Catholic girl. To make her so terrified by the state of her own life that she would deliver it to you. Maintained by morphine, ruled by terror; Galleri would do whatever you told her to do. Why? WHY? Because you, Monsieur, offered her salvation if she did. And... the fires of hell if she did not.