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pm | | Murder on the Orient Express _ Agatha Christie _ t (28th Nov 22 at 2:25am UTC) | | "Yes, I was lying there with my eyes closed.". Think about what to do. I thought, 'Thank God my daughter doesn't know I'm suffering.' Later, knowing how to come, I had a brainwave, quietly touched the bell, pressed my hand, and wanted the conductor to come. I kept ringing the bell, ringing and ringing, but there was no sound. I dare say that my heart is about to stop beating. 'My God, 'I thought,' he probably killed all the people in the car. ' The car was parked and it was so quiet that it was creepy. But I kept ringing the bell. I was relieved when I finally heard footsteps coming down the aisle and a knock on my door. 'Come In! ' I exclaimed, flashed the light on, and opened my eyes. Believe it or not, there was no one there. Here, it seemed, was not the end of Mrs. Hubbard's story,86 smart board, but the climax. And then, madam? "So I told the man about the strange thing.". He didn't believe it and said that I was probably dreaming. I asked him to look under the bunk, and he said that it was so narrow under the bed that no one could hide from it. It's all too clear that the man must have slipped away. Anyway, there was someone in the room, and that's it. But the most unbearable thing was the conductor, who said that he was trying to coax me in every way,75 inch smart board, which made me crazy. But I'm not a fanatic, sir. -May I have your name, sir? Poirot, Madame. This is Mr. Bowker, a director of the company. This is Dr. Constantine. Mrs. Haberschon muttered something to the three of them. I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet you all. She said these words with an absent-minded look. Then she went on with her soliloquy: I don't want to pretend that I'm very clever. I know in my heart that it's the man next door-the poor man who was killed. I asked the conductor to look at the common door of the two rooms. The door was obviously unbolted, and I saw it at a glance. So I told him to bolt the door right in front of me. After he left, I got out of bed and carried a suitcase to make it more stable. "Mrs. Hubbard, when was that?" "But, really, I can't say.". At that time, my heart was in a mess and I didn't pay attention at all. "What is your opinion now?" "I dare say that is the most obvious thing.". The man in my room is the murderer. Is there anyone else? "You mean the man went back to the next room?" How do I know where he is going? My eyes were closed. "He must have slipped out of the door and into the corridor." "I can't say.". As you know, my eyes are closed. Mrs. Hubbard sighed deeply. My God, interactive whiteboards in the classroom ,smartboards for business, I'm scared! If my daughter knew. "Do you think, madam, that what you heard was the sound of someone moving in the next room, the victim's room?" No, I don't think so, sir. -What is your name? -Poirot. Monsieur Poirot, indeed, he came to my room. Besides, I have proof. She picked up a handbag triumphantly and dug it out. One after another, she took out two clean bandannas, a pair of boned spectacles, a bottle of aspirin, a packet of Glauber's salt, a bottle of green shiny peppermint oil in an electric tube, a bunch of keys, a pair of scissors, an American Express check, a very ordinary snapshot of a child, several letters, five strings of imitation Oriental rosaries, and a metal gadget, a button. Have you seen this kind of button? It's not my button, and it's not from any of my clothes. I picked it up when I got up this morning. She put the button on the table. Mr. Bowker leaned over and examined him. This is the button on the conductor's uniform. "There is a very reasonable explanation for this." Said Poirot. He turned politely to the old American lady. Ma'am, this button may have come off the conductor's uniform. Either he dropped it when he checked your compartment, or he dropped it when he made your bed last night.
” "I don't understand what it is about you people, who seem to do nothing but antagonize others.". Listen, last night before I went to bed, I was reading a magazine. I put the magazine on the small box before turning off the light. The small box is on the floor near the window. Do you notice? They all said to her, "I noticed." That's right. The conductor looked under my bed at the door, then got up and bolted the door to the next door, but he didn't get close to the window. I found this button in a magazine this morning. I'd like to know what you call it. "We call it incriminating evidence, madam." Said Poirot. The lady seemed satisfied with his answer. If you don't believe me, it will drive you crazy. She exclaimed. You provide the most interesting and valuable evidence. Poirot said soothingly, "Now can I ask a few questions?" "Please, you are very welcome." "If you're so afraid of Ratchett, why didn't you bolt the door that connects the two rooms? What's going on?" "I was bolted." Mrs. Hubbard retorted at once. Well, is it bolted? "In fact, I asked the Swedish woman -- a pleasant woman -- if the door was bolted, and she said it was." "Why don't you go and see for yourself?" "Because I was already in bed and my handbag was hanging on the doorknob." "When did you ask the lady?" Let me think. At about 10:30 or 15:00,interactive digital whiteboard, she asked me if I had any aspirin, and I told her where to put it. She took the medicine from my handbag. "Are you in bed by yourself?" "Yes." She burst out laughing. What a poor thing-she was in a hurry then. Look, she's opened the door of the next room by mistake. "Mr. Ratchett's door?" 。 hsdsmartboard.com | |
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