It had been some time since I had last seen my friend Monseiur Dupin, for whom I have deep regard, as he is one of the most fascinating people I have the fortune to have made my aquantance. Upon opening the letter, I was greeted with a brief missive:
My Dear F_____
Please do me the honour of accompanying me upon a most intriguing enterprise. Arrangements have been made, we are to spend the evening of the 12th and 13th at la hotel du vin de la montparnasse in Bievres. Am looking forward to seeing you.
Fondest regards
M. Dupin
I received the letter on the 7th, and so made my arrangements for the next week.
Upon my arrival, I was greeted by my friend in the drawing room of the hotel.
"My dearest F_____!" began Dupin, standing to greet me "sit please. Have you eaten? Your journey was pleasant I trust?"
As soon as the formalities were out of the way, and we had caught up on the last two years of each others lives, I set to business.
"look here my friend, you have dragged me here into the middle of no-where on nothing but a premise. I must press you to enlighten me as to the substance of the task at hand." Dupin nodded his head, and reclined into his chair, thoughtfully drawing on his pipe. He said; "A curse Monseiur."
I absolutely lept out of my skin. "Monsieur you don't mean to say -"
"Calm yourself mon amis" said Dupin, leaning forward in a conspiritorial way. "Non, you misunderstand. Last week, Madamme Tolliver, a local widow was the third member of her family within a year to pass away under similar circumstances. It has been reported as a curse, the locals being but simple peasants - but the metropolitan police have been involved and they are at their wits end. The official verdict is that the three deceased members of the family were frightened to death."
"Good lord" I muttered "This sounds like an absolutely ghastly way to spend the weekend."
"No matter Monseiur. There is no such thing as a curse, as I will prove to you. Without a doubt the hand of man is involved in some way."
The night finished (on no less a pleasant note) and we retired to bed with me up half the night quaking with night phantoms. However in the light of the morning sun, everything seemed to be right again, and after breakfast we journeyed to the nearby farmhouse to call upon the last surviving family member, the widows daughter, Antoinette. Here we heard the following facts:
O Nearly a year ago, Antionettes brother Joseph had fallen violently ill with a fever and become bedridden. His mother and sister cared for him, but his health declined, and finally he passed away.
O Without Joseph, the household had almost no income, and the widows sister had been called to stay. She had gradually fallen ill and passed away almost 6 months ago, with the same symptoms developed by Joseph towards the end of his illness.
O The widow, already worn out by emotion and the care of her sister and son, succumbed to the illness, and passed away.
O The estate had been left to Antionette and Joseph and Antionette now planned to sell up and move away to a place of happier memories.
O The victims all died with symptoms of violent spasms and a ghostly pallor.
As we sat around the kitchen table, Antionette poured us some tea, when Dupin suddenly inquired "Madame, the medicine you gave to Joseph - may I examine it?"
"But of course" said Antionette looking puzzled "- but it can have no link, as Maman and Aunt Jeannette never took this medicine."
"Ah." exclaimed Dupin, uncorking and sniffing the bottle. He then put it to his mouth, and tilted it.
"Madame" said Dupin, just as I was sipping my tea "we must thank you for your hospitality, you have been most gracious. And now, we must attend. Monseiur." he said turning to me. He handed me my hat and coat and we were off.
"Monseiur! I do protest" said I, once we were out of earshot. "All this coming and going - I do declare!"
"We have no reason to stay. I have solved everything. There is no curse mon amis, it is murder, pure and simple, and I know who the murderer is."
I have left out the last part of the story for you to guess the answer, which I'll post either tomorrow or later today. TBH, I think it's kind of subjective, so I'd be surprised if anyone gets it.
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Paris, December 1847
It had been some time since I had last seen my friend Monseiur Dupin, for whom I have deep regard, as he is one of the most fascinating people I have the fortune to have made my aquantance. Upon opening the letter, I was greeted with a brief missive:
My Dear F_____
Please do me the honour of accompanying me upon a most intriguing enterprise. Arrangements have been made, we are to spend the evening of the 12th and 13th at la hotel du vin de la montparnasse in Bievres. Am looking forward to seeing you.
Fondest regards
M. Dupin
I received the letter on the 7th, and so made my arrangements for the next week.
Upon my arrival, I was greeted by my friend in the drawing room of the hotel.
"My dearest F_____!" began Dupin, standing to greet me "sit please. Have you eaten? Your journey was pleasant I trust?"
As soon as the formalities were out of the way, and we had caught up on the last two years of each others lives, I set to business.
"look here my friend, you have dragged me here into the middle of no-where on nothing but a premise. I must press you to enlighten me as to the substance of the task at hand." Dupin nodded his head, and reclined into his chair, thoughtfully drawing on his pipe. He said; "A curse Monseiur."
I absolutely lept out of my skin. "Monsieur you don't mean to say -"
"Calm yourself mon amis" said Dupin, leaning forward in a conspiritorial way. "Non, you misunderstand. Last week, Madamme Tolliver, a local widow was the third member of her family within a year to pass away under similar circumstances. It has been reported as a curse, the locals being but simple peasants - but the metropolitan police have been involved and they are at their wits end. The official verdict is that the three deceased members of the family were frightened to death."
"Good lord" I muttered "This sounds like an absolutely ghastly way to spend the weekend."
"No matter Monseiur. There is no such thing as a curse, as I will prove to you. Without a doubt the hand of man is involved in some way."
The night finished (on no less a pleasant note) and we retired to bed with me up half the night quaking with night phantoms. However in the light of the morning sun, everything seemed to be right again, and after breakfast we journeyed to the nearby farmhouse to call upon the last surviving family member, the widows daughter, Antoinette. Here we heard the following facts:
O Nearly a year ago, Antionettes brother Joseph had fallen violently ill with a fever and become bedridden. His mother and sister cared for him, but his health declined, and finally he passed away.
O Without Joseph, the household had almost no income, and the widows sister had been called to stay. She had gradually fallen ill and passed away almost 6 months ago, with the same symptoms developed by Joseph towards the end of his illness.
O The widow, already worn out by emotion and the care of her sister and son, succumbed to the illness, and passed away.
O The estate had been left to Antionette and Joseph and Antionette now planned to sell up and move away to a place of happier memories.
O The victims all died with symptoms of violent spasms and a ghostly pallor.
As we sat around the kitchen table, Antionette poured us some tea, when Dupin suddenly inquired "Madame, the medicine you gave to Joseph - may I examine it?"
"But of course" said Antionette looking puzzled "- but it can have no link, as Maman and Aunt Jeannette never took this medicine."
"Ah." exclaimed Dupin, uncorking and sniffing the bottle. He then put it to his mouth, and tilted it.
"Madame" said Dupin, just as I was sipping my tea "we must thank you for your hospitality, you have been most gracious. And now, we must attend. Monseiur." he said turning to me. He handed me my hat and coat and we were off.
"Monseiur! I do protest" said I, once we were out of earshot. "All this coming and going - I do declare!"
"We have no reason to stay. I have solved everything. There is no curse mon amis, it is murder, pure and simple, and I know who the murderer is."
I have left out the last part of the story for you to guess the answer, which I'll post either tomorrow or later today. TBH, I think it's kind of subjective, so I'd be surprised if anyone gets it.
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