I Develop A Detective Game And The Police Call Me To File

"Of course I don't know them. With my status, I don't deserve to know such famous families as them.

"OK, let's get back to the topic. I remember you said that a man entered your room that night."

"Yes!"

"Isn't the latch on your side unlocked?"

"As far as I know, I'm locked."

"As far as you know? Locked or not, can't you see it?"

"Yes, because I have a cosmetic bag hanging on it, I can't see whether the lock is locked or not. Later, I asked Michelle to check it for me."

"Any other discoveries?"

"Of course! Don't you know what I found this morning when I was trying to pick up a magazine?"

"Find what?" asked Poirot.

"An object left behind by a murderer!"

As Mrs. Harbart said, she got up and poured all the "413" makeup bags she carried on the table.

Countless items were scattered around, and Mrs. Harbart took out a button from it after looking for it for a while, and handed it to Po Rong.

"Huh? Isn't this the flight attendant's button?"

Teacher Ma saw the button and immediately reacted.

Poirot looked at it carefully for a long time, and then told Constantine: "Doctor, please go and ask Michel if there are any buttons missing on his clothes.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Constantine took the button and walked outside.

Poirot helped Mrs. Hubbard pack her things. In the process, he quietly handed Mrs. Hubbard the handkerchief embroidered with "H" in his collection.

"Madam, here is your handkerchief."

Mrs. Harbart glanced at it and said to Poirot: "No, it's your arm.

Teacher Ma: "????"

Is it better to use two handkerchiefs together?

"Oh, isn't it yours? I see an 'H' embroidered on it. I think of your surname. I thought it was yours."

"Hahaha, Mr. Poirot, there are too many names with H, it can be Harold, it can be Pug, it can also be Harry Potter... Unfortunately, it is not Habart. To be honest , This kind of high-end handkerchief, a low-level person like me, can't use it at all. I just use it to squeeze my nose."

"Okay, thank you for the information Madam provided today, your role-playing is really good."

Habart raised his eyebrows slightly, and said without changing his face: "If you need anything else, call me anytime!"

Not long after Mrs. Harbart left, Constantine returned.

He told Poirot that not a single button of Michel's uniform was missing.

Poirot nodded, as if not surprised by this.

But the more Mr. Ma listened, the more confused he became.

Now what's going on, could someone be pretending to be Michelle last night and accidentally drop a button?!

Not for a while.

Michelle led Olsen over.

Miss Olsen was reserved, cautious and frightened.

"Don't be afraid, Miss Olsen, we're just chatting briefly."

"Yes? God bless!"

"Miss Olsen, I have seen your passport. You have been in the beautiful country for three months, have you?"

"Yes. I'm in an international organization that raises money from wealthy people and uses it to go on missions in Africa."

"I wonder how long Miss Olsen has been in the missionary business?"

"It's been about five years! I've mostly been out there in Africa, teaching brown kids; I've always been dumber, and I can only teach dumber kids than I am.

"Miss Olsen, whether it is your behavior or belief, you are very good and worthy of our respect! I want to ask, do you live in this box?"

As Poirot spoke, he took out the map and spread it out, pointing to the location of Olsen's carriage.

Olsen nodded after confirming.

"Well, yes, I'm in No. 7, and No. 8 is Miss Debenham, from Baghdad. She's a very nice person, and she's there teaching the children English [to bright children.

"Did she leave her bunk last night?" asked Poirot.

"No, she sleeps in her own bed just like me."

"If you were asleep, how would you be sure she hadn't left?"

"It's a habit I've developed for a long time, not to mention people leaving while I'm sleeping. I can hear even the panting of a snake. So I'm sure Miss Debenham is not wronged.

"Oh, did you ever leave the room?"

"No, I was in my pajamas until morning!"

"What kind of pajamas, white with a red animal on the back?"

"No, it's a seagull!"

"And Miss Debenham..."

"She wears lavender, like lilacs."

"Well, Miss Olsen, can you tell me what your purpose is in taking this train?"

"To raise funds for the order, of course."

"Your behavior is really admirable! When my case is over, I will definitely give you financial support!"

"Thank you, M. Poirot, you are a good man."

After Olsen left, the next couple to arrive here were Count Andrey and his wife.

Poirot was still straight to the point.

"My lord, you have a Hungarian diplomatic passport, so you don't need to accept my conversation."

Earl Andre waved his hand: "Forget it, in this case, I won't engage in privileges, you should treat them equally."

"Okay! Thank you so much for your cooperation."

After thanking Poirot, he immediately changed another face and looked at the countess next to him.

"Ma'am, as you can see, the joint passport records your husband's information, but without your specific information, you can only see that your name is Grand Ward."

The countess, smoking a cigarette, replied casually:

"Yes, I have German roots, but I am now a Hungarian citizen.

"But here, your initials, are covered with oil."

"Yeah?"

The count got up, took the passport from Poirot, looked it over carefully, and smiled.

"Hey, the errand 1.1s! They don't pay attention to cleanliness at all, they must be stamping while eating bread and butter.

"Well, that's true."

Poirot agreed, but at the same time he took out a pen and paper, and said to the Countess: "Madame, if you can sign again in the name on the passport, I will be very grateful!

The countess did not refuse, and read as she wrote: "Elena Andre Green Ward."

Poirot carefully checked the above notes, and found that they were exactly the same.

Thinking about it, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and asked, "Is this handkerchief embroidered with 'H' yours?"

"Obviously it's not mine, sir, I don't have an 'H' in my name.

"Then can I see your pajamas?"

18: "???"

Countess: "???".