Must Read: Paradox Of Abel - Season 1 - Episode 35

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Must Read: Paradox Of Abel - Season 1 - Episode 35

Daniel watched all these with fascination, he actually caught the detective wink at the woman before he returned his attention to the note he was decoding, leaving he and the woman to the interview in process.
But Daniel was out of questions to ask now.
The maid seemed to sense it too and said, “”In the absence of any other question, can I leave now? I’ve got some dishes to clean in the kitchen.”
His question came suddenly, “No, not yet. You saw the weapon used on Mr. Malik.”
“A knife.”
“Do you recognize the knife?”
“Why would I recognize it?”
“You’d recognize the knife if it was taken from the kitchen.”
“I only saw the handle; the rest of the knife was embedded in Mr. Malik’s spine already.”
“You should have recognized the handle if it belonged in the kitchen.”
“I’ve never seen the knife before.”
“Are you very sure about that?”
“I’m certain.”
“I’m surprised, really.”
“Why?”
“I thought I heard you say you were short-sighted.”
“That’s true. I am.”
“I remember that the night we rushed to the door you weren’t wearing your glasses.”
“I told you I don’t like wearing glasses.”
“Though short-sighted you are but you were able to identify the handle of the knife as the one not from the kitchen. In that dark night? Come on. As much as I would like to believe you, the defense isn’t plausible enough.”
“I shall not be entrapped by your word games. I didn’t say I identified the knife that night.”
Daniel was visibly baffled, “How do you mean?”
“I mean I saw the knife early this morning.”
“How is that possible? The body was covered and the policemen were watching over the corpse all the while.”
“I saw it before the police arrived.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No, I’m not. After we discovered and body and retired to our various rooms thereafter, I could not sleep; I kept thinking about the corpse and who would be so cold-blooded to stab Mr. Malik to death.”
“Go on.”
“Then something which happened after the horrible scream repeated itself.”
“Are you saying that there was another dash across your window?”
“Dawn was already approaching when it happened again. The figure’s identity eluded me again. Hoping to catch the person this time, I put on my glasses and came out of my room.

I went out through one of the back doors and tried to follow the runner back to the front of the building where the corpse lay.”
“Did you find that particular door locked or otherwise?”
“Otherwise; it was unlocked. I believe the runner unlocked it. I didn’t find the runner when I reached the front of the house but the position I found the body was not how it was left; the sheet we used to cover it had been flung off and the body appeared to have been turned. Dead people have the right to be handled with care, at least. I went to the body and covered it with the sheet. That was how I had a close view of the knife. It isn’t the kind of knife I use in the kitchen. From the way the handle glimmered under the moon, I think the knife is new. It has never been used before, except, of course, on Mr. Malik.”
“You seem to know much about knives.”
“My grandfather was a retired soldier, he taught me a lot about weapons before his death. He was very fond of me; I took after him in stature, if you know what I mean.”
“What can you say about Mr. Malik?”
“Say about him?”
“What kind of man was he? How would you describe him from your own perspective?”
“He was quite a wonderful man. And he loved his wife more than anything. I’ve never seen anyone loved someone as much as he did his wife. The fact that she was sightless didn’t in any way diminish the great love he had for her. He literally worshipped her. I hope more of our men can learn how to love like he did.”
“What about his wife? Did you love him as much as he loved her?”
“I’m not sure. The woman is blind and helpless. But I suppose she must have loved him too. Her blindness makes her irritable and easily-angered. But Mr. Malik was the most patient and enduring man I have ever seen.”
“Did you like him?”
Gladys shrugged, “I respected him. He could be a little frightening at times, a little impatient.

If he gave an instruction he didn’t like to have to repeat it. He was very efficient himself and he expected it in others. But he was very fair, very considerate.”
“Thanks a lot, Miss Simon. You’ve been such a great help. You shall be summoned if we need to ask you some more questions. You can leave now.”
The fat lady stood with effort and left the room.”
Daniel turned to Lot, beaming, “How did I perform?”
Lot took his eyes off the book before him and replied, “You did great. I’m impressed.”
“She said—”
“You don’t need to educate me on what she said; I heard everything you two discussed. I couldn’t have put those questions any better. Well done, Famous.”
“I thought you weren’t listening to us; I thought you were particularly devoted to deciphering the content of the note.”
“The note took me only ten minutes to crack.

I was stalling because the lady seemed to be more comfortable answering your question, except for some very few situations where she threatened to disagree with your mental capabilities. Besides that, you asked the questions near-perfectly.”
“So, how about the note? You said you have connected the missing dots. I still don’t see how that can be possible.”
“Of course, it’s possible; but I’ve not connected all the dots, as you put it. I only cracked a fraction of the note.”
“I don’t understand. You said moments ago that you’ve decoded the content of the note.”
“I only succeeded in deciphering the first twenty lines. The last five defy all logic; these ones appeared to have been culled from a certain poem or so. As much as I tried to break them, I was stumped.”
“Can I see the ones you’ve broken?”
“Not yet.”
“Why?”
“We need to question someone else first.”
“Who?”
“The doctor. Call in Doctor Bantu.”
“Yes, sir.”
But before Daniel went out, he made sure he drank two cups from the tea.”