mystery story

unusual night

Although everything was telling me that this night is like every night ..but that was not true at all ..nobody
could predict that this tragedy could happened …my mind still distracted .. I was unable to believe my eye
..it was an incredible night ..no..it was an  unusual night . Maybe I should introduce myself first, my name
is Philip Barker and I worked as police officer before I realize that being a police man does not give you the
opportunity to help people as much as  being a detective can do then I quit my job  and become a
detective and I was lucky enough to become a famous one… It all started that night  when my mobile
phone rang , I looked at the screen and it was not a number I know. I answered the phone wondering who
is this person: " Hello this is Philip Barker, who is with me ? " I said , " Hello detective, my name is Adam
Smith and I am a police officer " he said  " How can I helpyou  officer ?"  I said   " A tragedy happened to
 Mr.Richard  Jonson, he was found killed in his atelier"  he said

"what ! when that happen ?" I said
"this evening at 7 pm" he said

I forget to tell you about Mr. Jonson, he is a famous artist known by his strange and unique paints he is also one of my friends, well… he is not exactly a friend but I helped him with some cases a few years ago  and he really appreciate it.
"I guess you need my help officer " I said
"that exactly what I want..actually , I didn’t want to bother you but his wife Mrs. Jonson refuse to talk except if you were here "
Poor Mrs. Jonson she is a nice and great woman but honestly she faced a lot of hardship with her husband because if I would tell you about Mr. Jonson I would say that he wasn’t a nice man at all, he is known by being moody especially with his wife well ..isn’t all artist like that but it is shown in a great way in his paints because you can see the anger in it.
"She  really trust you detective" he said
I didn’t know why I felt uncomfortable when he said that.
"I am on my way officer, "I said
I hang up the phone thinking about this case it should be really interesting, I took the train to go there because they lived in London in a really fancy street.
I kept looking at my watch every minute.
When I finally get there I couldn’t stop myself from being impressed; the house was huge and luxuries, I knocked the door twice before the butler opened it .
It was Christopher him self. He was tall as usual with a short black hair and blue eyes.
The sadness in his eyes made him look older more than his twenty five years , I knew that because we had known each other before two years when I came to this house .
"Hello sir how can I help you ?” he said with a disbar tone.
“Hey Christopher!This is me " I said
"Oh! Detective thanks god you are here, a terrible thing happened " he said
"I know my dear, I am here for that” I said.
    I came inside the house and the first thing I saw is the big paint for Mrs. Jonson she was setting gently showing her beautiful smile, her long brown hair and her nice gray eyes . I kept looking at this paint thinking that this is the only paint that are much different than Mr. Jonson's other paints, I didn’t know how to describe it except it was more simple.
I was inside the neat living room when I saw the police officer in front ofme .I knew that this was the same man who talked to me without even thinking twice.
He was a very tall man with a black hair , slight mustache and a scary black eyes.
I kept thinkingthat  any criminal would admit his crime by just looking once at those eyes.
He shook my hand while he was saying :" Hello , you must be the detective, my name is Adam Smith ,we talked on the phone one hour ago, I have to admit that I was really curious about you detective, I appreciate from you coming all the way here to help us solve the crime ".
" Helping others is my job officer " I said .
" Then come with me this way, we need to see Mrs. Jonson, she didn't say a word to us and she also said that she would not help us unless if you were here" he said.
" I think she also said something about not trusting us" He ended saying that with a slide smile.
" This interesting to hear but I think the reason behind this is that I knew her husband two years ago" I said.
" Really!" He wondered while he was raising his eyebrows.
" Yes, I helped her husband with few cases when his paints were stolen, I didn't do much to her personally but she seem she really appreciate it " I said.
When I said that I actually start thinking about it, wondering why she trust me that much even when I didn't do anything for her.
" could that be because of your face?" He asked .
" Huh!" I said.
" well..it seems that you have a trust worthy face detective, I can tell." He smiled.
" If you say so" I smiled too.
When we get inside the other living room, we found Mrs. Jonson sitting in the sofa, she didn't look the same Mrs. Jonson I knew, she was very pale and shocked , I can even say that she looked she is in another world.
" Mrs. Jonson " I called her name but she didn't hear me, I kept calling her name several time before she could finally hear me.
" Oh! Mr. Philip, I can't believe you are finally here, who can imagine that this terrible thing could happened to my dear Richard?who could have the enough dare to kill him in that painful way?! " she said that while different emotion was on her face.
" Well I'm here to find who did that to your husband madam" I said.
She sight heavily then said to me " come with me this way, unfortunately he died in his own favorite room" .
We all went upstairs to Mr. Jonson's atelier, and I couldn't what I saw, it was Mr., Jonson laying on his chair, it was obvious that someone shoot him with a gun on his chest, all the blood was on his expensive rope but the most obvious thing I noticed was…
" I think you noticed something detective" the officer said while he was looking at me.
I was surprised " Oh yes I noticed something and let me say that you have a eyes of a hawk officer" I said .
He laughed then he said " They all say that, tell me what you got"
" Look at Mr. , Jonson's face" I said.
                                                                                                             "What about his face?" Mrs.Jonson asked.
" I meant his expiration, he doesn't seem surprise at all, as if he knew who killed him but he didn't except from him to kill him" I said.
" Oh my god!, You mean that he knew the murdervery well?" She said with a shock on her face.
" Yes madam, that exactly what I meant" I said.
" Interesting" The officer said.
" Well who could it be? " Mrs.,Jonson said in a low tone as if she was talking to herself.
" It could be anyone that Mr.,Jonson know" The officer said.
I nodded my head then I said " What did they say about the body?, when did he died? Exactly ?" I asked.
" It was about 4:30 to five clock" He said.
" Can I ask you some questions madam?" I asked.
" sure" She replied.
" Are you the one who found the body?" I asked.
"Yes detective, I will never forget that moment" She said with a sad look on her face.
" And are you the one who called the police?" I asked.
" No, it wasChristopherI think he heard my scream" She said.
" Okay then I think I have to speak with him" I said.
" Officer may I ask a favor?" I asked.
" Sure" He said.
"Would you stay with MRS, Jonson for a while?" I asked him.
" Why not" He said.
I went down looking for Christopher I found him in the living room, he was staring at the fair in the stove, I called him.
" Christopher" .
" Oh! Yes, detective , how can I help you?" He said.
" I want to ask you some questions" I said.
"How was the relationship between them recently?" I asked him.
He sight then he said " Well..I can't lie to you sir, it wasn't good at all, they have been arguing always but these days was much worse" He said.
" What do you mean by that? " I asked.
"I mean that I won't be overreacting if I said that Mr, Jonson wanted to separate"
"And I noticed something else too" He said.
" What?" I asked.
" I don't know if it's important but it was in all newspapers these days" He said.
" Oh , are you talking about Mr, Jonson's paints" I asked.
"Yes" He answered.
I forget to tell you, it was in media recently, they were talking about Mr, Jonson's paints, and how it's getting worse, they also said something about him,losingartistic sensibility and his unique touch.
" What about that?" I asked.
" When that began it was also the beginning of MR, Jonson anger, he started arguing and fighting with here more than usual, poor lady Jonson, she is a noble women for handle living with him all these years" He ended saying that with a big sight.
"I will never forget how she helped me and gave me a job when I had no money"
He said.
"I understand your feelings, thanks for helping me" I said.
"No problem detective, I hope you find who did it so my madam can be relieved"
He said.
"I promise I will" I said.
I sat on the sofa and I start thinking about everything, when I saw something under the sofa, it was an old newspaper maybe five years old, I grape it then I start reading I was surprised it was about Mrs, Jonson before she married, it was saying something about a new young artist and how her paints are interesting but lacks  feelings so it became rejected by critics, when I read that a though hit my mind, it can't be what I thinking of but it's exactly what Holmes said:" when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth", I was still collecting my thoughts, when I heard two maids are whispering to each other,: " Is that officer still here?" one of them asked the other.
" Yes, you know that officer freaks me out, I 'm just not comfortable when he is around" The other replied.
" Do you mean that he was here before?" I asked them while I was standing to show myself.
" Oh! My god, who are you?" one of them asked me while the both of them were surprised.
"I'm the detective of this case, can you please answer my question?" I asked her.
"Well…Yes, he was here at 4 clock but Mrs. Jonson was out at that time" She answered .
In a sudden moment everything become clear to me, I know who killed Mr., Jonson and I know how to make this person admit his crime.
"Can you call Christopher and ask him to go upstairs to MR, Jonson atelier" I asked one of the maids.
"Well..sure" She said.
I knew that the body must be picked up by now, so it well be better to talk there.
I went to the atelier, and I found MRS, Jonson and the officer there, she seem very nervous, when she saw me she asked:"Detective did you find out anything?".
"Yes, I found out everything madam" I answered.
"And shall I say that the one who killed MR, Jonson is…YOU madam" I said that while I was waiting for something else to happen.
"What! How can you say that?! How can I ever kill my husband" She was shaking and a great shock was on her face when she said that.
"Let me ask you something madam, why did you trust me that much?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" She was nervous.
"I found out that the person who all MR, Jonson succeed was you" I said.
" I knew that you are the real artist, you are the one who painted all these great paints, before you married him you wasn't that good but when you become married all his bad treatment to you made you keep all the bad feelings and put down on your art, MR, Jonson knew that very well, he had an eye for talent and he knew how to get it out, he himself wasn't a good artist but he knew the good art, and shall I say he is the one who painted that paint of you, it seem different than the other paints and I know why,unfortunately you had a weak personality so you let him use you all that time, he used your talent" I was still expecting for that thing to happen.
" That isimpossible!" It was Christopher who said that.
" Madam tell him that you never could do something like that" Christopher said that to MRS, Jonson.
" You are right in everything you said detective, except for one thing I'm not the one who killed him, I loved him so much that I gave my talent to him all these years. I would rather kill myself before I could kill him" She said that in a despair voice.
"But I knew that he wanted to divorce you when he felt that you are losing your talent, that was a good reason to kill him" Now it's the time.
"Hold on detective" the officer said.
"Yes officer" I said with a confident look.
"I'm sure by now that you know who is the real killer but you are just playing with him" He said while everyone was surprised.
"Wasn't it YOU officer!" I said.
"You are very smart by using my weakness point to make me admit" He said to me with the same slide smile I saw before.
" Don't you mean MRS, Jonson, I was thinking that what would make a man like you who know how to control himself kill someone? Now I know that the only reason for that is..love, isn't it?" I asked him.
"You mean he knew her?!" asked Christopher.
" Yes my dear, he knew the both of them, isn't that right madam?" I asked.
"Yes we all knew each other before" She said while she was sighting. 
"I loved her but she always wanted to be with a man who doesn't deserve her, I always hated him not just because she loved him it's because he was using her and I knew that very well, that evening he called me, he said that I can take her if I want because he will throw her away since she isn't useful any more, that made all the anger come outside of me, I came to the house and I saw him smiling as if he is a wolf I couldn't handle myself any more, I pull out my gun whil he wasn't expect that and I shoot him one shot on the chest, I was more than relieved and I'm telling you that this was a moment that I will never regret" He ended saying that with anger on his face.
I couldn't stop myself thinking that this is like what Shekspir said:" What stronger is love , it's can make the beast like  man and sometimes it makes the man act like a beast".
"Christopher" I called him.
"Call the police and this time the real one" I said.
"Le t me tell you detective I'm really impressed by you" The officer said to me.
Actually I'm the one who is impressed, I shall never forget this man, he is brave but his braveness won't use him anymore.
After a while the police came and it was obvious that they felt awkward to catch an officer. I didn't blame them at all.
After few days MRS, Jonson called me, she told me that she is accepting the truth, her voice seemed relieved to me, she also told me that she felt bad for the officer and what happened will make her stand on her feet again and become a new artist with another great paints by her name.
I felt happy for her, at least someone's life become better after that tragedy.
Oh! I forget to tell you that I figure out that the reason why MRS, Jonson trust is two things, first one is when I bring back the paints that were stolen and you know now that they were her paints, second: she knew somehow that the officer is the killer but she couldn't do anything about it, that why she said that she didn't trust him.
It was unusual night to me, I couldn't believe that all these things happened in one night. I shall never forget that night.