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I say this not out of- ok, not purely out of jealousy, but, were I to believe in the supernatural, I would suspect them capable of mind-control! I jest, of course, but their calm, cordial manner, plus that imposing air about them always does the job. Well! It is a good thing, then, that they will be conducting the interrogation. We may be after a culprit, or a witness, and we must not confuse the two.” “The oak’s memory is absolute,” they said, “but her vision limited, and imperfect. Luckily for the truth, however, Levitas retained their own self-control.
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Levitas is unerringly polite with them, a habit I’m certain the police would love for them to adopt when interacting with their boys in blue, and no more than two minutes had passed when something caught Lev’s eye: a single footprint, where our suspect-to-be freshly tripped over a root, and a patch of clothing! I was excited for such a lead, near champing at the bit for a chase. Oaks, they’ve said, are watchful and reliable, and I have seen them investigate such trees before, with ever-fruitful results. Oh, but fortune soon turned for us, as they spotted an oak in the yard. Every mote of information is better than its lack, I suppose. Not terribly useful, though Levitas offered praise for this observation. Myself, I could see only that, from the stain of blood, it was in fact the murder weapon - or used shortly thereafter to deceive us. It’s odd: three months prior, they spotted the culprit from a cudgel, yet this stumped them perhaps it is not so easy to distinguish human impressions amidst the pan’s long history of cooking animals - and is not man himself an animal? (I speak biologically, of course, not of philosophy). They bade me lift and turn the pan, and grimaced as they looked. To wield such a tool to end a life is positively barbaric - Not that any murder could be called civil, making beasts of otherwise fine and upstanding men! …yet I grow sidetracked such strong, biasing feelings are not befitting of an aspiring, impartial detective-to-be.
Detective Sylvan recoiled from it, and I cannot blame them. The likely murder weapon is a heavy, cast-iron pan. Still, I have noted both times for reference. The police said 1:15, and, to my surprise, Levitas deferred, saying the silver may have confused victim and perpetrator. They proclaimed her death to have occurred at 1:27, give or take a few minutes. Far too faint for my own ear, but then I am merely Lev’s apprentice, and he has well earned his fame. Levitas listened close to the silver windchime in Miss Cawthorne’s kitchen evidently, her final fall would have disrupted the air somewhat, and it must have still rung faintly. Detective Levitas Sylvan and I arrived at the scene of the crime at 4:00 pm, half an hour after contact from the constable.