Adventures of Byomkesh Bakshi : Satyanweshi Stories by Mishul Das

Author:Mishul Das [Das, Mishul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-10-04T00:00:00+00:00

This time, though, I kept the clock inside my clothes in the closet so that even if the alarm went off, the sound would be muffled. Inside the wardrobe, there was a weird fragrance of camphor and perfume, so I slammed the door and climbed into the bed.

I couldn't sleep because I felt something moving inside the blanket near my chest. I threw the blanket, lit the candle, and discovered that the black moth had found its way inside the blanket. The moth was almost dead. It was three-thirty at night.

I spent the remainder of the night in the other chair. This letter has become too long. I'll finish it soon. The lights came on around five a.m. I took the clock from the wardrobe once more, and a slip of brown paper appeared along with it, which had an address scribbled on it in Bengali. It had an address for a locality in South Calcutta. I am sending the address to you. You will need it.

Then I used my penknife to open the interior of the watch and discovered there were no flaws in it. Because I am a truth seeker, I had to admit the truth this time, even if the truth was supernatural!

I spoke to the disembodied ghost in the room, "What do you desire?

There was no response, but the table moved. I had my hand on it.

I said, "Do you want me to look into your murder?"

This time, not only did the table move, but two of the chair's legs did as well. I nearly tripped and fell on the table.

I said, "But the police are looking into it, so what should I do? Where shall I go?

Suddenly, the slip of brown paper with the address on it flew across the room towards me.

Then I wondered, is Manek Mehta hiding somewhere in Calcutta?

"All right, I'll try," I said.

The light of morning was gently filtering in through the window. I didn't say anything to Homji before we went to see Apte at nine a.m. On my way there, I questioned Homji, "How did Haimabati appear?"

"Very appealing, not very fair, but attractive," Homji said.

"Age?"

"Maybe a little older than thirty. But she still appeared young."

Apte was a little better, but not fully fit. We met his relative. I questioned him, "Bijoy Biswas, did you know him?"

"Yes, he had deposited all of the hotel's funds in my bank."

"He had a personal account, didn't he?"

"Yes, but he had withdrawn the most of the funds a few days before his death. Only a few hundred remain. However, his wife is unable to withdraw it. "Unless she issues a succession certificate, which will take time,"

"Do you know where Haimabati is now?"

"No."

"Is there anyone here who knows?"

Homji responded, "I don't think so, because she wasn't sure where she was going, poor soul."

Apte, I inquired, "You must be aware of this situation.”Have the police discovered Manek Mehta's whereabouts?"

He stated, "No. Otherwise, I would have known about it."

"Is there a picture of Manek Mehta?"

"There was a group shot of Manek, Bijoy, and Haimabati when they began construction on the hotel.

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