The Preci.ous.se Stone

The Interrogation

On 21st February 2016, Mr. Kareja's killer was finally caught, along with all the other members supporting him. It seemed as if Mr. Sharma has been able to use his relations and form a very strong team while planning Mr. Kareja's murder.

Inspector Light wanted to take confusion from the culprit but asked Holmes to come along as Mr. Sharma was not in a mood to talk to anyone else, other than Holmes. So, we were led to the interrogation room.

In the interrogation room, Mr. Sharma was sitting with his head down. On seeing Holmes, his expression changed to such hatred that he might kill Holmes right over there.

Holmes asked Mr. Sharma," So, I am here to represent the police department and the Kareja family. So, would you like to tell all of us the reason and what happened that night?" Mr. Sharma looked at the mirror attached to the wall on his right, and said," I, I, I had been working for this family from the day, I was born. My family has been protecting the Kareja family for over 90 years. But, in return what did we get? A respect that is equal to everyone working over there and whoever works for them. And you, on the other hand, have never ever come to meet Mr. Kareja, even if he wanted to meet you the most. But, his respect for you was so high, that he made a separate segment for you and along with it a completely new and unique set of jewels and antiques for you. For you? For a person who always sent just letters, and not even at once visited the one person who was ready to keep you above all.

And I, on the other hand, saved the lives of the family in so many instances, yet he didn't acknowledge me or my work. And upon that, his whole family just spent the money so lavishly, that it made my blood burn to even see them. I tried to reason with Mr. Kareja, but he also changed the subject. Then came the most unique set of all. These stones had one of the rarest kinds of material. But, for its security, he chose you instead of me. That was the last nail that sealed the cover of the volcano inside me. I swore to break the security system that you have built to secure those stones and take my pride back from his face. But, that night, as I went to meet Mr. Kareja asking for one chance to prove myself better than you. He declined.

Instead, he mocked me and challenged me to open the door on my own. I knew that Mr. Kareja had kept your work in the study room, which he could only open. So, I went over there and to my disbelief, he had changed the password combination, just a day ago. He was laughing at me, as I was struggling to open it. Later, he sat on the armchair and started to open the bottle of wine. After he put the wine in his glass, he just relaxed and started laughing even more loudly. It felt like I was a clown performing in front of this man.

Now, that was it. I couldn't take it any longer. I went with my head down and Mr. Kareja laughing at me. But, I was not ashamed, I was angry, very, very angry. All the anger that I had on you, Mr. Kareja, and your family had taken a single form of revenge. I went to the healthcare department and bought a knife for myself. I went to the study room, where the man was sitting in front of the fireplace and having that same bloody wine. I came from behind and suffocated him enough to make him just unconscious for a short time. While he was unconscious, I tied him up and woke him with the same wine. When he woke up, the brat wouldn't speak a single thing. He would just keep smiling at my face, and kept saying that I was a complete failure and had no future. I took the wood and tortured his soul, which bought peace to my mind. Then, when he kept mocking me, I took the knife and slashed his face until the blood that came out of his face matched the wine. The flow was so relishing and satisfying as it flowed down the body to the carpet, with the wine. Later, I didn't want to get satisfied with this, so I took the unlicensed gun that I keep for matters that need to be done, without any legal action, and shot 12 rounds perfectly in every single part, that he couldn't even have a chance to live out of that pain. Then, I untied him and cleaned the whole room of my presence, and burned every single fragment of evidence in the flames of the fireplace.

You see, Mr. Holmes, I had no ID card requirement when I was meeting Mr. Kareja, so I hung it on the heater that is kept near the staircase on the top floor. So it gave the same reading as mine. "

Saying this, the whole room went on silent and there was a very cunning and satisfying smile on Mr. Sharma's face. Holmes was just sitting over there, and as for Inspector Light, he was just too horrified after what he had just heard.

After some time, Mr. Sharma asked Holmes," How did you know that it was me?" Holmes just said," You have led yourself to me."

On hearing this, Mr. Sharma just slumped in his chair and we took a leave from there.