Phone called.
Very handsome man answered the phone, he had bright red hair and beard with silvery hairs.
- Good morning! Can I speak to Mr. O'Connell? - Asked raspy male voice on the phone.
- Good morning! Yes, it's me. Who is calling, please? - Said the man wearily.
- I'm a police inspector. Can you answer a few questions?
- Oh sure. Something happened? - O'Connell was worried , because the police never calls on trifles .
- This night Max S. was killed. Did you know him? - A voice from the tube was surprisingly calm.
- Oh my God! How could this happen? Had you found the killer? - Irishman stammered , almost cried, and grabbed his head.
- Mr. O'Connell, calm down, please, and just answer my questions. - Inspector asked.
- Yes, of course ... I'm sorry, Inspector ... Yes, I was familiar with Max. - O'Connell tried to calm down and closed his eyes.
- Are you his friend?
- Yes, but I communicate with him more in the work. I am the director of the art gallery "Non-art" and there Max was exhibiting his photos, that made him famous. Therefore, we have many common things . Oh, it's horrible! - Irishman rubbed his eyes and sighed.
- When you saw him last time?
- Last evening. We had a meeting in his house.
- Can you specifically tell the time?
- I don't remember exactly ... I guess from 20.00 pm to 21.00. Somewhere so. - Mr. O'Connell was worried, because he met yesterday with Max, so he can be one of the suspects.
- I think you're wrong. A neighbor of Mr S. told us that he saw you come out of the apartment after 22.00 pm.
- I'm sorry, I didn't lie to you. I just really don't remember, I didn't pay attention to time. I had a little quarrel with Max and I went, being upset. - The man said with a trembling voice.
- You had a quarrel? What reason of this?
- I understand, you are looking for the motive, but really there were nothing because of what I can kill him. Just recently, Max made some brilliant photos with one model and it is simply a masterpiece! A week ago, we have agreed to his exhibition , as usual, will be held in my gallery. But yesterday he told me that he changed his mind and he cancel the exhibition. I was shocked! I've already sent out invitations to celebrities for the opening of the exhibition, and advertising pasted up all over the city. Cancellation of exhibition will destroy the reputation of my gallery! That's why we had a quarrel. Of course, I was upset, this gallery - my child, I saved money for rent many years, so she is very dear to me, but not enough to kill Max!
- Well, Mr. O'Connell. Tell me, where did you go after meeting with Mr. S.?
- I came to the pub "Emerald Isle" and stayed there until the morning. - The Irishman began to calm down, because he really had an alibi.
- Can someone confirm your presence there?
- Yes, the owner of the pub, he's my uncle. He and two of his friends all time were with me.
- Thank you, Mr. O'Connell. If I will have questions, I will call to you. And I offer my condolences.
- Thank you, inspector. Of course, please. I'll help by any way I can. Whoever did this - a monster! To kill such a genius ... - Mr. O'Connell sadly he hung his head.
- I'm sorry, but I have no more time. I need to ring up other witnesses.
- Goodbye, - flame-haired man said and hung up. In his eyes was incredible sadness and confusion.
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