[Mummy] Yellow sand fills the sky

Afterwards, Kaia spoke in a very low voice, and Poirot couldn't hear her clearly. He looked at her with some doubts, "Madam, what did you just say?"

"No, I just felt the soul of Mr. Ratchett. He is still floating in this room. He is not reconciled. Although he was approached by the creditor, he is still not reconciled. However, this is also very normal, like Such a conceited and arrogant person like him must attribute everything to others, this is the inferiority of human beings." She gently covered her mouth and nose with her fan.

"Fortunately, the weather is so cold. If it were summer, the corpse would be a big problem. The lingering smell of the corpse and all kinds of mosquitoes and flies are just one of them... I still shudder when I think of that scene. However, we made it through, and now we have the easy life." She looked at Poirot with reminiscing eyes.

"Madam, everything will go in a good direction, it will."

"Mr. Poirot, you always comfort others." She turned the topic to Mr. Ratchett again, "He must have done something wrong." The messengers of hell brutally took away. "Otherwise, no one would want to kill him in such a cruel way. However, it is not surprising that there are many enemies for a person like him who ignores other people's wishes."

She wanted to say more, but the conductor had already returned with a hat box. He was taken aback when he saw the extra people in the room, but calmed down quickly.Poirot uncovered several raised round metal nets, two of which he removed with adept prowess.Then he repacked the hat box and asked the conductor to return them all to himself.

When the door closed again, he turned to his companions.I believe - though I could be wrong again - that it is not false.I mean this flat match, sir.I believe the match belonged to the murderer, not to Mr. Ratchett.It is used to burn certain documents that would expose a crime.Maybe a notebook.If so, there must be something in the book, some error, some crime, which might leave a clue to the opponent.Now I'm trying to get it back together so I can figure out what this thing is. "

He walked out of the private room and came back after a while, carrying a small alcohol stove and a pair of curling irons. "I'm going to iron my beard with it," he said, pointing to the tongs.

The doctor watched him with great interest.He flattened the two raised wire meshes, then carefully managed to place the burnt paper on one of them, tapped the other lightly on it, and clamped the two meshes together with curling irons. Together, put them on the flame of the alcohol lamp.

"It's a total makeshift," he said over his shoulder. "I hope it fits the bill."

The doctor watched these procedures with great concentration.The metal mesh started to glow red.Suddenly, he saw some faint writing.Slowly form a few words by yourself -- words that glow.This is a tiny piece of paper.Only a few words appeared: "...little Daisy Armstrong."

Poirot's eyes glowed, and so did Kaia's. She exclaimed: "Mr. Poirot, you are really extraordinary. You are in such a way that ordinary people would never think of it." She looked at the corpse with some disappointment, "It's a pity , I was right again, I wish I was wrong about him. But, I was right, he really deserved what he deserved.”

"Cassetti. It happened many years ago. It was a case in the United States. At that time, I happened to have nothing to do on the train, and then I saw the newspaper. It was this news that made my husband resolutely refused to come. Instead of settling in the US, I chose the UK," she said.

Poirot looked at her with some embarrassment, "It seems that it should be certain that my husband and I have nothing to do with this case, Mr. Poirot, you go ahead, I will stay in the room with my husband all the time Until you allow it, I hope that even if the victim is a villain, you will be able to find out the truth of the matter. Because sometimes, the truth is the most important thing."

"Yes, ma'am, the truth is extremely important. Even if we sometimes fail to bring the criminal to justice, we will not give up our pursuit of the truth." Poirot stood up lightly and bent slightly, " Ma'am, thank you very much."

They immediately went to Mr. Bowker's room to discuss the countermeasures, and finally, they decided to serve lunch immediately, and then the dining car could be vacated to ask each guest individually.They follow the order of the conductor—the secretary—the servant—the old American lady—the Swedish lady—the Russian duchess—the countess—Colonel Arbuthnot—Mr. Hartmann—the Italian—the German Miss Behan - the order of the German maids asked one by one.

After that, Poirot and his friends sat together and worked hard to sort out the case, but the case became more complicated with the continuous increase of clues.

"Now let us make this fantasia more subtle," said Poirot enthusiastically. "Last night there were two strange and mysterious passengers on the train. One was the conductor, and he looked like what Mr. Hartmann had said, and what Mr. Hildegard Schmidt, Colonel Arbuthnot, and Mr. MacQueen had seen. And a woman in bright red pajamas--tall, slender--seen by Pierre Michel, Miss Debenham, McQueen, and myself--so to speak, yes The one Colonel Bathnot smelled her perfume on! Who is she? No one on board admits to having bright red pajamas, and she is missing too. Is she the same as the fictional conductor? Or , she is some kind of very unique character? Where are these two? By the way, where are the conductor's uniform and red pajamas?"

"Ah! That's quite a point." M. Bouc jumped up eagerly. "We must search the luggage of the passengers. Yes, there may be a clue that way."

Poirot rose to his feet. "I can predict," he said.

"Do you know where it is?"

"I have an idea."

"So, where is it?"

"You can find the bright red pajamas in a man's luggage, and the conductor's uniform in Hildegard Schmidt's luggage."

"Hildegarde Schmidt? Do you think—?"

"Not as you think. I think so. If Hildegard Schmidt is guilty, the conductor's uniform may be found in her luggage; but if she is innocent, the uniform must be with her." .”

"But, how—" M. Bouc began, but did not continue.

"What's that sound, getting closer?" he shouted. "It sounded like a locomotive moving."

The voice was getting closer and closer, and there were harsh shouts and a woman's plea.The door at the end of the dining car was flung open and Mrs. Hubbard burst in.

"It's terrible," she cried. "It was just horrific. In my handbag, I had a big knife in my handbag -- it was all blood."

While speaking, she leaned forward and fell heavily on Mr. Bouc's shoulder.Immediately, Kaia rushed in after her, saw Poirot standing here, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, Mr. Poirot, I saw her yelling in the corridor, and she was in a very upset mood." Stability wanted to stop her immediately, but I failed. Right, Imerton." She looked at her husband.

"Just now, this lady was too emotional." Imerton said succinctly.However, Mr. Bouc always felt as if he had just stressed the word "too".

The doctor quickly moved her aside so that she could take a more comfortable position, and Kaia sat beside Poirot, "Mr. Poirot, it seems that a bloody dagger can make her react so much, Her heart is really fragile, it seems that you have to change her room at night, but please don't arrange her next to us, if possible, it is really unfortunate to have such a neighbor."

"But ladies please forgive me if you live in a village or an apartment no matter how upscale it is made of, it's inevitable that there are some ladies who like to make a fuss, or, that's the normal reaction of a lady ’ said the doctor as he examined her condition, ‘well, she’s all right, she’s just a little frightened, just give her a little brandy when she wakes up.’

"To avoid that, we all live alone in one place, no neighbors and no gossip. Maybe that's the point of spending so much money."

At this time, the lady groaned slightly, as if she was about to wake up.Kaia got up immediately: "We'd better go back, but, Mr. Poirot, I still have a few words to say to you."

Her husband has been following behind, silent, looking at his wife.Poirot and she went out into the passage, where the doctor was attending to the lady. "Mr. Poirot, during the time I stayed in the room, I have been imagining a possibility, a hypothesis. If the murderer is not one person but more than one, then the different wounds on the corpse have a completely reasonable explanation. , This point has always been in my heart. This reminds me of an incident I encountered involuntarily, in which three people were criminals. If they hadn't shown their feet in the end, no one would have thought There are three people."

Poirot leaned slightly, "Madame, your mind is really open, which really inspires me a lot. Please forgive me for going to check their luggage."

Kaya and Imerton watched Poirot leave quickly with an agility that didn't match her body, she smiled slightly: "You see, it's not a bad thing to interact with people, not everyone needs to be on guard. There will always be some noble souls, there will always be, and as long as they exist, there will still be hope in this world."

Imerton nodded slightly, "Kaya, you won this time, and I will change my opinion. Then..." Imerton put his hand on her shoulder lightly.

With a "snap", Kaiya slapped her hand down hard, and looked at him with a half-smile: "Going to a dangerous place by myself, and the debt you paid for tempting me in Amherst Haven't figured it out, my dear Imerton, and I'm looking forward to when you're going to put these things to rest."

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