The Christmas Adventures of Poirot Agatha Christie

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The Christmas Adventures of Poirot Agatha Christie

Yes, sir. I came in and he left. "Can you judge the relationship between the two of them?" Harry. Lee seems to be in a good mood, sir. He threw his head back and laughed for a long time. "And Mr. Li?" "He was quiet and thoughtful." I see. Hey, there's something else I want to know. What can you tell us about the diamonds in the safe insured by Mr. Li? Diamonds, sir? I've never seen any diamonds. 。” "Mr. Lee keeps some rough diamonds there. You must have seen him play with them." Those ridiculous little pebbles, sir? Yes Once or twice I saw him with them, but I didn't know they were diamonds. He showed it to the foreign lady yesterday-or was it the day before yesterday? Suddenly Colonel Johnson said, "Those diamonds have been stolen." Horbury exclaimed, "Sir, I hope you don't think I have anything to do with it?" "I'm not making any accusations," Johnson said. "Now, can you tell us something about this?" "Do you mean diamonds or murder, sir?" "All right." Horbury considered, licking his white lips with his tongue. At last he looked up with a furtive shadow in his eye. I don't think there's anything to say,hot tub wholesale, sir. Poirot said softly, "Is there nothing that you overheard while you were on duty that might help us?" The footman's eyes blinked. No, sir. I don't think so, sir. There is something awkward between Mr. Li and some family members. "With which family members?" As far as I can guess, in Harry? There is something wrong with Mr. Li's coming back. www.xiaoshuotxt.com Chapter 4 December 25 Small,outdoor whirlpool, say -t-xt days. Don Poirot was walking in the garden of Goston Hall in the bright sunshine at noon on Christmas Day. The house itself is a large, solid house, with no special decoration on the exterior of the building. To the south is a wide terrace surrounded by clipped yew trees. Small plants grow between the cracks of the flagstones, and stone troughs arranged as miniature landscapes line the edge of the open terrace. Poirot bent down to look approvingly at the miniature gardens. "C 'est bien imagin," he said to himself. !” In the distance he saw two figures walking towards a small ornamental pond about three hundred yards away. One figure was easily recognizable as Pilar, while he first thought the other was Stephen Farr, and then recognized the man with Pilar as Harry? Lee 。 Harry seemed to be very gallant to his charming niece. He threw back his head and laughed halfway, and then he bent his head closer to her with more gallantry. There is no doubt that there is a man here who does not grieve. Murmured Poirot. A slight noise behind him made him turn. Magdalen? Li Zheng is standing there. She was also looking at the back of the man and the woman who were receding. She turned to Poirot with a charming smile. "How bright the sun is!" She said! It makes people almost afraid to look at it. To all the terrible things of last night, was it not, Monsieur Poirot? "It's hard to believe, Whirlpool bathtub ,outdoor whirlpool tub, really, madam." Magdalen sighed. I've never been involved in anything so tragic before. I'm just-I'm just growing up, I've been a kid for a long time, and I think-that's not a good thing. She sighed again. "Pilar," she said, "seems strangely calm at the moment — I think that's because of her Spanish blood. It's strange, isn't it? "What is strange, madam?" "The way she acted, she wasn't sad at all." "I heard that Monsieur Li had been looking for her for quite some time," Poirot said. "He wrote to the consulate in Madrid and to the vice-consul in Aliquara, where her mother died. ” "He kept it a secret," said Magdalen. "Alfred knew nothing, and neither did Lydia." "Ah!" Said Poirot. Magdalen was a little closer to him, and he could smell the faint perfume on her. You know, Monsieur Poirot, there are some stories about Jennifer's husband, Estravados. He died soon after the marriage, and there were some secrets about his death that Alfred and Lydia knew. I think it's something-something very disgraceful.. "That," said Poirot, "is very sad." "My husband felt-and I agreed with him-that the family had a right to know more about the girl," Magdalen said. At the end of the day, if her father was a criminal.. She paused, but Hercule? Poirot didn't say anything. He seemed to be enjoying the beautiful view of the courtyards of Goston Hall on a winter's day. "I always felt like the way my father-in-law died was indicative of something," Magdalen said. "It was — it was so un-English." Hercule? Poirot turned his face slowly. He looked at her solemnly, with an innocent look in his questioning eyes. "Ah," he said, "Spanish, do you think?" "Well, they're rather cruel, aren't they?" Said Magdalen with boyish emotion. "Those bull fights and all that: Hercule? Poirot said easily. "You mean you think it was Miss Estravados who cut her grandfather's throat?" "Oh no, Monsieur Poirot!" Magdalen's reaction was so strong that she was startled. "I never said that!"! Really No! "" "Ah," said Poirot, "perhaps you have not." "But I do think she is-well,outdoor hot tub, a suspicious person.". For example, the furtive way she was picking up something on the floor of that room last night. Hercule? Poirot's tone was suddenly different. He said sternly, "She picked something up from the floor last night."? “。 monalisa.com

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