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

"shut up!"

The colonel rushed in through the door in a rage, pointing at Poirot and shouting.

Unfazed, Poirot shook his head.

"This is what Bianchi entrusted me with. As a detective, I must know the whole story so that I can judge whether the murderer is related to it. If the colonel finds it uncomfortable

Can answer for Miss Debenham. ~"

The colonel froze slightly, and exchanged glances with Deben-M.

After the two nodded to each other, the colonel said to Poirot: "I can say it, but there is a prerequisite, you must promise me, otherwise I will never say it."

"Tell me about the conditions."

"After I tell you about this matter, you must promise that it is only for the need to understand the case this time, and never spread it to the outside world.

"sure!"

"No, can you swear?!"

"I swear!"

As Poirot said, he got up and closed the door, and gestured to Mr. Ma and Constantine to retreat.

"Colonel, you can tell me now.

The colonel hesitated for a moment, then said: "Six months ago, I didn't know Miss Debenham, my wife..."

"Mrs?!"

Poirot raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at the two of them indistinctly.

The Colonel continued: "My wife, saying she was not only tired of life in India, but also with me, and then...asked me to divorce her.

"As far as my status is concerned, I am the commander of the 12th regiment of Gorkha, and I refuse! Otherwise, I will lose my position!"

"My wife came back to the UK, and I immediately collected a lot of evidence that she had been unfaithful to me. So I went to the court... I filed a divorce lawsuit in the court, and she...was Received arraignment in court as guilty party."

"When these proceedings are over, I am ready to marry Miss Debenham. And, under English law, our behavior is of the utmost importance, so I must... absolutely not let my wife catch Bring the matter to the court. Can my answer solve your doubts just now?"

After the colonel finished speaking, he sat on the sofa and looked at Poirot.

Miss Debenham, who was on the side, had been looking at the colonel tenderly, and after he finished speaking, she took the initiative to kiss him on the face.

"To be honest, regardless of whether the murderer loses or not, I support the murderer!"

"Me too! They are no longer purely killing people, but behind the killing, they have created a story, a complete and unconventional story!"

"Guys, is it possible that this story is the backstory of every character in the killer? They're just copying it."

"Damn it! Why can't we see the individual murderer's information, only the overall action!"

"Can someone tell me some science, why is that colonel so afraid of divorce? Isn't it a patriarchal society before, just divorce or have three wives and four concubines."

"Because in Britain at that time, the marriage system was extremely strict, and it was completely governed by the church court. Marriage was regarded as a sacred union between a man and a woman and could not be dissolved. A marriage may be invalid because it does not meet the requirements for establishment, but a valid marriage is absolutely not allowed to be annulled. , only death can separate a couple. This situation did not improve until after the revolutions in the first half of the 17th century."

"Furthermore, this method of divorce is extremely costly. Not only that, but it also requires the husband to first obtain a judicial separation order in the church court on the grounds of the wife's adultery, then file an adultery lawsuit in the ordinary court, and finally apply to the parliament for the application of private divorce. Bill Divorce. So, the Colonel has to do it..."

"Useless knowledge has increased again."

"Thank you, Colonel, for answering my doubts.

"At the same time, I assure you again that I will not say anything, because you have to believe that the mouths of Belgians are sealed!"

Poirot got up, and shook hands with the colonel.

With Poirot's consent, the colonel and Debenham left the carriage.

Seeing the backs of the two leaving, Constantine gritted his teeth.

"It's them, it must be them! The combination of a man and a woman is completely in line with our original judgment of the murderer."

Teacher Ma also wondered: "Why don't you ask them if they have been to the beautiful country? In case they really have nothing to do with this case, or have nothing to do with Armstrong..."

"Because it's no longer necessary!"

While several people were talking, Michelle had brought Foscarelli over.

Poirot gestured with his hand.

………… Ask for flowers……………

"Sit down, Mr. Foscarelli."

"It's okay, I don't have to sit down. If you have anything to ask, I'll answer it directly.

"I heard that you have become a citizen of the beautiful country?"

"Mmm, yes."

"How long has it been?"

"It's been seven years since I arrived in the United States."

"OK, you're a car salesman?"

"Yes, sell American cars to Italians."

"And do you know Cassetti?"

"I don't know, he's a mafia.

"Then according to you, who would have killed him?"

"Who else is there? The mafia is in chaos. They use knives and guns at every turn. He is assassinated by hostile forces now."

At this moment.

Mrs Hubbard came in.

She held a bloody iron dagger in her hand.

"Mrs. Hubbard, what are you doing?" Teacher Ma asked vigilantly.

"I'm not doing anything, I'm here to give you evidence! I just saw this bloody dagger in my cosmetic bag!"

"Look, I know that this is an internal struggle between their mafia. This kind of thing is simply too common in Italy." Foscarelli was quite excited about his guess.

Poirot took the dagger from Hubbard's hand and watched it carefully.

After a while, I looked up and asked, "When was the last time you opened your cosmetic bag? Did you just come over?"

"No! The one who came here to open just now is a handbag, and the cosmetic bag is a cosmetic bag...I think about it... I remember that I went to bed after taking off my makeup last night, and today I returned it because of what happened. I didn't have time to put on makeup, so I didn't open it until I went back just now... Do you think he will kill me next? I'm so scared..."

Poirot smiled, and picked up the conductor's costume beside him.

"Ma'am, don't be afraid, the murderer has already left."

"Really? Don't you lie to me?!"

"Really, if you don't believe me, you can go back to the box and stay there, and I will be responsible.

"Forget it! I'd better go to the dining car. There are many people there and I feel safe."

"In this case, Mrs. Harbart, please inform the people in the dining car and ask them to tidy up the dining car. I will announce the truth about Ratchett's death right away!".