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

"Ma'am, you're reading about me, but I'm also reading about you.

"Go on, I hate slow talkers the most!"

"I accidentally read in a newspaper that you seem to be the godmother of Daisy's mother who was kidnapped by the Armstrong family. I want to ask how you became the godmother of Mrs. Armstrong."

"Because I was her mother, an admirer of that great actor."

"The lady, is she still alive?"

"Of course I'm alive, but I'm already sick in bed, and I'm dying soon."

"Then besides Mrs. Armstrong, does the old man have any other children? For example, a little daughter or something?"

"Yes! But I can't remember her name. When I went to their house before, she was always at school, so I knew very little.

"Then do you know what this little girl is doing?"

"I don't know very well. It is said that she is married, but I don't know where she is married and what she is doing, and I don't want to care about it."

"What was Mrs. Armstrong's maiden name?"

"Linda Mudd."

"Thank you ma'am, if I take the liberty to take up a little more of your time, are there any other people in the Armstrong family, such as secretaries and servants? I'm a bit out of my mind and can't remember

Polon asked.

"Yes, there is a secretary."

"What's the name?"

"Name? Let me think about it, oh...it seems to be Miss Freeberty.

"Does their family have a driver?"

"There must be a driver, but what does it matter to me? I have my own driver!"

"It doesn't matter, their house is so big, there must be more than one driver and one servant?"

"You said that, I just remembered that there is Armstrong's guard in their house."

"What about the maid? The one who was suspected of being an accomplice and committed suicide to prove her innocence."

"Do you think, in my capacity, a maid also needs my care?!"

"Ma'am, you are right~!"

Poirot smiled and looked at Schmidt: "Then Miss Schmidt, as a maid at the same level as you, you should have chatted with her and know her name, right?"

"Of course, but we are all teaching names."

"Specifically?"

Schmidt was a little flustered, and while thinking, he replied: "Well...Polit Hildegard..."

Before Schmidt finished speaking, Princess Della interrupted immediately.

"Schmidt, go and get me two aspirins now, and then ask the person in the dining car to make me a cup of Russian tea. After that, you can go back to your room and stay in your room. If I need it, I will Ring the bell to call you."

"Yes, Duchess."

Schmidt left like a loser.

Apparently, in the face of Poirot's interrogation, it is difficult for her to cope with it as freely as Princess Della.

Watching Schmidt leave, there was a slight smile in Poirot's eyes.

He turned his head, continued to look at Princess Della, and asked, "There is one last nanny left, madam."

"Poirot! Have I said it more than once? What, according to what you mean, my royal princess needs to know every servant in the Armstrong family?"

"I didn't mean that, Madame, you are mistaken!"

Poirot got up and bowed slightly in apology.

"As an aside, ma'am, I've been chatting with you for so long, and it seems like you haven't smiled.

"Because the doctor told me not to laugh!"

After the words fell, Princess Della stretched out the back of her hand and placed it in front of Poirot.

Obviously, Princess Della is in the next age!

Helpless, Poirot had to kiss the back of Princess Della's hand lightly.

Then, Princess Della put the back of her hand in front of Teacher Ma, meaning the same.

Kneel down!

"Thank you, ma'am, I've had a good day with you today!"

Poirot and Mr. Ma exited Princess Della's room. Poirot said to Mr. Ma in a low voice, "Go and tell Michel, and in five minutes, ask him to call Colonel Arbuthnot, and I will ask Shimi Miss Te, she can't keep her words!"

Teacher Ma nodded: "Don't worry, Poirot!"

Afterwards, the two went their separate ways. After Mr. Ma found Michelle, he told him the mission Poirot ordered.

And he has nothing to do at this time, he can only sit in the dining room and wait.

the other side.

Poirot stopped Schmidt, who was about to deliver tea to Princess Della.

"Miss Schmidt, can I speak to you in your room? Not to exceed five minutes, I promise!"

"Uh.....Okay!" Schmidt nodded.

"I noticed that when Princess Della and I talked about Polit, you seemed very excited. Are you two on good terms?"

"Well, she is kind-hearted, and we are bosom friends."

"Do you have a picture of her? I'd like to see it.

"Yes, just wait a moment."

Schmidt put down the tray in his hand and reached out to pull the boxes on the luggage rack.

But the moment the box was opened, Miss Schmidt suddenly jumped and let out a scream.

"."What's wrong?"

Poirot leaned out and saw that in Schmidt's box, there was a neat set of conductor's clothes.

Poirot took a closer look and found that the clothes were a bit too big for Michel.

Moreover, the clothes above are missing a button!

Not only that, but in the pocket of these trousers, there is also a master key for opening the door of the room.

"When was the last time you opened the box?"

"After leaving Belgrade, Michel told me that the Duchess wanted me to read her a book of Goethe's poems.

After calming down, Schmidt took out a photo from the box and handed it to Poirot.

Poirot looked carefully for a moment, and said with emotion: "Oh, what a beautiful girl, what a pity! Besides, I remember that Catholics are very taboo to commit suicide, but she... This is obviously a corner of no choice. Even if you destroy your faith (Demo Zhao), you have to prove your innocence!"

"Yeah, it's too hard to accept."

When Schmidt heard the words, he felt sad and couldn't help covering his face and weeping.

It can be seen that she has a really good relationship with her friends.

Poirot took out the white handkerchief embroidered with "H" and handed it to Schmidt, hoping that she would not be sad.

"Miss, is this yours? The deceased is dead, don't be sad!"

"No, no, this is not used by our servants. It is too noble. It seems that it is used by the ladies."

"Could it be Princess Della's?"

"Uh...that's not the case, because I recognize all the handkerchiefs of Lord Duke, but there is no one with 'H' on it.

"What are the initials of Princess Nadra?"

"Natalia, it's a Russian name."

"Okay! I'll save the handkerchief and photo first!"

Poirot packed both items into his pockets. .