My years as a menswear boss

"I'm a police detective from Scotland Yard, and I take the liberty to come to visit." Jiqiu took out a forged certificate from his pocket and handed it to the butler of Weaver Manor.

The grey-haired butler took the certificate and was silent for a while, "We have already told the police station everything we know."

"But I still want to know something." Jiqiu looked up at the standard English-style butler in front of him, who was made by the same factory as the butler in Hyde Manor, comparable to a programmed robot.

"Viscount Weaver's character flaws, did you really not hide them?"

The elder butler's face turned ugly, "The viscount has always been a good master, I don't know where you heard such rumors from!"

"The Viscount Weaver has been using violence against Mrs. Weaver, presumably it is not a secret among the servants who are close to him."

Jiqiu curled her lips, "Mr. Butler, do you know which law is violated by deceiving a police detective?"

"Have you read the newspaper this morning, the heir of the Howard family has been killed, the nobles in London are in danger, your deceit may cause the death of more powerful people, then in the end, the people behind you will give Do you shelter?"

"Of course, you have the right to remain silent before the legal trial." Jiqiu clapped his hands, ready to get up and leave.

'3.2.1...' She walked towards the gate, counting silently.

"...Please wait a moment, sir." The expected voice finally sounded.

Jiqiu followed the housekeeper into the Weaver Manor, but the housekeeper did not take her indoors, but took her into the garden.

After the two masters of Weaver passed away, the servants ran and fled, and only the butler was left here to deal with related funeral affairs. It is said that a nephew of the Weaver family who could not be far away inherited.

As a matter of course, the withered roses and thorns in the garden are entangled on the black iron fence, making the whole garden reveal a gloomy feeling.

"You may not believe what I said next, but I dare to assure God that all of this is true." A trace of hesitation flashed across the butler's face.

"You just need to state the facts you know." Jiqiu took out a pen and a small notebook, "I will choose whether to accept it or not."

"...Ever since I became the steward of the Weavers, the viscount has always had a bad temper, even bad.

Before the old master died, he often treated the servants roughly.But then the old master and the old lady passed away one after another, and he suddenly sold most of the servants one day, and then bought new servants.he became kinder

Come.I thought at the time that the Viscount decided to change his past, but in fact. "

"He's gotten worse." The butler's voice was calm without any ups and downs.

"Excuse me, how many years have you been serving the Weaver family?" Jiqiu raised his hand.

"Fifteen years, sir."

"Okay, you continue."

"The Viscount hid his dark side, and at the same time fell in love with Miss Spencer, who later became Mrs. Weaver.

With his sincerity, he moved Duke Spencer and married his favorite.

Not long after he got married, the Viscount reverted to his old ways, but he was introduced by the Duke of Spencer and entered the House of Lords.In order to maintain his good image, he no longer used violence against his servants. "

Jiqiu wrote down, couldn't help but cut the paper with force, "The object of his violence must have become Mrs. Weaver."

The butler sighed slowly, "Yes. Mrs. Weaver is a very restrained and weak person. Coupled with the Viscount's threats, she dare not tell her family about this.

Once, when the viscount wanted to continue violence against Mrs. Weaver, she was resisted by Mrs. Weaver. During the dispute, Mrs. Weaver fell down the stairs. "

"These things are in line with my reasoning. What is the thing you said that I can't believe?" Jiqiu put on the cap of his pen and turned the pen in his hand.

The butler's face turned pale in an instant, and his body trembled uncontrollably, "After the Viscount faked that Madam died of an illness, I started to prepare for the night of her funeral. I saw Madam standing in front of me again."

Jiqiu twitched the corner of his mouth, "And then."

"Her head was bloody and bloody, and she scolded me for not saving her. I knelt down and confessed to her, asking for her forgiveness." The butler said in a trembling voice, "Then Madam said, 'Okay, if you want my forgiveness, then You need to do three things'."

Jiqiu looked around at Weaver Zhuangzi's design, "Which three things?"

"The first thing, she asked me to put a drug that would make him drowsy into the black tea that the Viscount drank every night, the second thing, don't lock the bedroom, and the last thing is to put a bottle on the coffee table in the Viscount's room. Put □□... But except for the bedroom, the rest of my place is locked! My room is on the left hand side of the door, and as long as someone passes by, I can't be unaware!"

"Has Mrs. Weaver any sisters?"

Jiqiu has always sneered at ghosts, especially this kind of plan full of loopholes.

"There is an older sister, but she is married far away, and her health is not very good." The housekeeper shook his head violently, "I can assure you, that is Mrs. Weaver!"

Jiqiu turned to look at Barton who was the door god behind him, "You take the housekeeper to drink some whiskey."

"Yes, sir." Barton half-forced and half-persuaded the housekeeper, leading him away from the garden.

Jiqiu let out a breath, and walked quickly towards the window of the house. She walked around the house, and sure enough, one of the windows was broken and couldn't be locked, and it opened with a light push.