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Dear Mr. Svengali,
I hope this letter finds you in good health. Thank you for the sweets, it’s very sweet of you. Truth loved them so much, and personally the chocolate ones are my favorite. With this letter, I am sending you the cookies Truth made; you should come visit us sometime to try them out while they’re still freshly baked. We just got a new oven, and Truth has been baking cookies non-stop now. She’s so excited to use it.
(Inference whined at Truth when he wrote that: “But I don’t want him to visit us.”)
The exciting news aside, have you heard about the incident with Madame Bella? It’s so unfortunate that she had to face a terrible fate like that. I met her just a few minutes before the play started and she seemed to be a really good person. I wish I had the chance to know her better, but alas we can’t have everything. I intend to look more into this case, and that’s why I am writing you this letter.
Do you by any chance know anything about this?
(“Too direct,” Truth commented. “Now he’ll think that we’re suspecting him.”
“Well, we are.”
“No we’re not, it’s just you. I’m just here to make sure you don’t just go ahead and write, ‘Hey Mr. Svengali, did you kill Madame Bella?’ and the way you wrote it, you might as well did.”
“You failed to make sure that I didn't, then.”)
My old friend, Ronald of Ness, is so devastated about this. She fell down right in front of him, and he hasn’t been able to speak a word after the incident. The police might say that it’s a pure accident, but I don’t think so. I found a few evidences that can proof that it was an intentional murder, although I can’t bring them to the police right now because Mr. Baden and Miss Behamfil refused to see me.
(“Yes, bring Ronald into this, why don’t you.”)
All I want is to bring justice for Madame Bella, nothing more. I hope to hear from you soon.
Sincerely yours,
Inference.