[Mummy] Yellow sand fills the sky

"Yes, that is a very tragic story." Jacqueline said, her weak tone was full of sorrow and ridicule. "You treat me very badly. Don't you, Simon,"

Simon Doyle was very dissatisfied. "Go to sleep, Jacqueline. You're drunk,"

"If you feel embarrassed, my dear Simon, you might as well go first." Simon Doyle looked at her, his hand holding the magazine trembled, but he still said stiffly, "I won't go."

Cornea murmured for the third time, "I'm really—it's really too late—" "You can't go," Jaclyn said, pushing Cornia back on the chair. "You must stay here and listen to me."

"Jacqueline," snapped Simon, "you're making a fool of yourself! For God's sake, go to bed!"

Jacqueline sat up straight suddenly, words burst out like cannonballs. "It's your fear of making a fool of yourself, isn't it? Because you're a gentleman, be reserved; you want me to behave, don't you? But I don't care if I look like a lady! You'd better get out of here at once— Because I have a lot to say."

Finthorpe quietly closed the book, stretched, looked at his watch, stood up and went out.This is obviously the usual style of British gentlemen.

Jacqueline swung her chair around and glared at Simon.Simondol's lips parted slightly, and then closed again.He sat there silently, as if hoping to ignore Jaclyn so that her shouting would die down.

Jacqueline's voice became more husky.Conia was fascinated. She had never experienced such an outburst of naked emotion.

"I'm telling you," said Jacqueline, "I'd rather kill you than let you go to that woman...you don't believe me? You're wrong. I'm just waiting! You belong to me ! Do you hear? You are mine..."

Simon remained silent.Jacqueline groped her arms for a while, then leaned forward, "I told you once, I would kill you, didn't I just say so..." She suddenly raised her hand, flashing a flashing light. something that glows. "I'll kill you like I'd kill a dog—you nasty dog ​​. . . "

Simon finally took action, he jumped up, but at the same moment, Jacqueline pulled the trigger...

Simon half-bent and fell across the chair... Cornia screamed and rushed out the door.Finthorpe was leaning on the railing of the deck, and Cornia ran wildly and shouted at him: "Mr. Finthorpe...Mr. Finthorpe..."

Finthorpe ran to her, Cornia clutching him!

"She shot him—oh! She shot..."

Simon Doyle was still half lying on the chair he had fallen from... Jacqueline stood there numbly, her whole body trembling violently, her pupils dilated, staring in horror at the blood oozing from Simon's trousers.Simon was covering the wound near his knee with a handkerchief...

She stammered, "I didn't mean to... Oh my God! I really didn't mean to..."

The pistol fell from her hand to the floor with a clang, and she kicked it away with her foot, and the gun slid under the sofa chair.Kaia walked in, her steps were fast, but she did not lose her grace at all, she looked extremely calm, and she simply and quickly explained the reason for standing outside.

"Sorry, I was already going back to the room, but I suddenly felt a little thirsty, so I came outside the room and heard you guys having a conversation, I don't think anyone would come in without permission in that situation. I just Waiting outside, it seems that something unexpected happened now."

Jacqueline was still in a daze, and Kaya told Finthorp: "Mr. Finthorpe, please go and ask Mr. Bessler to come over." She said and took out a clean handkerchief to press on him. at her knees, but Simon reached out a trembling hand and took her handkerchief.

Simon murmured in a weak voice: "Fenthorpe, please--someone is here--just say everything is fine--it's just a little accident--don't make a big deal out of it."

Fenthorpe nodded knowingly, and hurriedly turned to the Nubian waiter who had just arrived and said, "It's okay—it's okay! It's just a joke!" The good boy looked puzzled, and then smiled reassuringly Laughed away.

He raised his head, and what he saw was Kaia looking at him with completely disapproving eyes, "Mr. Doyle, I can completely understand your idea of ​​not letting the matter expand. What should you do after you think about it? When the time comes, you The current concealment is extremely incorrect. I hope you can think about it carefully. Mr. Finthorpe, please go to the doctor quickly. I can handle it here. If you hit a joint or something important, Mr. It will most likely be abolished.”

He held on, clutching his legs, and looked at her with pleading eyes: "Mrs. Montsolefort, I beg you, nothing will happen to me if I stay here for the time being. You are a wise and calm woman , I hope you can go and look at Jacqueline, she can't stand it, she won't accept the fact that she hurt me."

"Oh God, I wish I were dead...I'm going to destroy myself. I'd rather be dead...ah, what have I done, what have I done?" Her link was completely With a desperate expression, Conia rushed to meet her.

"Be quiet, my dear, be quiet." Simon said hurriedly, with wet forehead and face twitching in pain, "Take her away! Please, take her out of here quickly! Mrs. Montsolefort, Robertson Miss, find your nurse." He looked at the two pleadingly. "Don't leave her alone, make sure she keeps her watch, and get old Bessler to come here. Please don't let my wife know."

Finthorpe no longer hesitated this time. He immediately got up and was about to walk towards Dr. Bessler's room. At this moment, Jacqueline suddenly grabbed hold of Dr. Bessler's room with some strength. Dr. Bessler's clothes, trembling: "No, don't go, don't leave me alone."

Kaya frowned slightly invisibly, and her tone sank, "Jacqueline, please calm down. If there is no doctor, Mr. Doyle's leg will probably be disabled." Then, she Said: "Forget it, let me go to Dr. Bessler."

At this time, Miss Belfort, who did not know where the strength came from, suddenly broke free from their restraints, and rushed outside. They had to chase after them in a hurry, and they had to spend a little more time. It took time to find Miss Belfort on the other deck.

As soon as she found her, Kaiya frowned and hurriedly said to Ms. Conia: "Go to Mr. Bessler, move fast, you must be fast, the danger will increase a lot if you have more time."

Miss Cornia immediately trotted towards Dr. Bessler's room, and Kaya went to Miss Bowles. It took a long time for Mr. Finthorpe to let Jacqueline sleep peacefully with the help of Ms. Bowles. After getting off, Kaya asked: "Miss Bowers, Miss Belfort will be fine, if Mr. Doyle finally fell down without any major incident, it would not be a good thing."

"She will probably sleep until tomorrow morning. I gave her a sedative, and I will be here with her all night. The poor woman has suffered enough today." Miss Bowles He made a reverent sign of the cross on his chest.

"Then it's really troublesome for you." Kaya thanked, looking at Mr. Finthorpe, "Let's go see how poor Mr. Doyle is doing now, at least let him know that Miss Belfort has not been hurt. Big injury." Mr. Finthorpe nodded, and walked out with her.

Simon had already opened the window beside him, leaning his head against the window, breathing the sea breeze, his face was as pale as paper.Dr. Bessler came up to him.Kaiya always felt a little strange, and always felt that the smell of blood was a little unusual, as if she had overlooked something.

"Ah, see what's going on?" There was blood on a hand towel on the carpet, and a black mark on the carpet itself.The doctor sighed and expressed surprise as he examined.

"Well, it's really serious... Broken bones. Lost a lot of blood. Mr. Finthorpe, you and I have to help him to my room. Come here—he can't walk, we have to lift him."

Kaiya turned to the side curiously, and the doctor expressed satisfaction, "Ah, you came at the right time. Come together! I need an assistant, and you are more suitable than this friend. His face is already a little pale! "

Finthorpe smiled wryly. "Need to see Miss Powers?" he asked.

Dr. Bassler considered, and looked at Kaia. "You'll do it, miss," he said. "You're not going to faint or mess up, are you?"

"I will do as you say. Fortunately, I don't have any uncomfortable reaction to blood. To be honest, I often need to bandage my husband's wound at home." Dr. Bessler nodded with satisfaction.

A group of people walked across the deck.The next 10 minutes were purely surgical. "Well, that's all I can do," Dr. Bessler finally announced. "You're acting like a hero, my friend." He patted Simon on the shoulder appreciatively, and produced a syringe. Come, roll up the sleeves of the wounded.About 3 minutes later, someone knocked on Dr. Bessler's door.

"Is Dr. Bessler in?" "Yes." The fat doctor replied.Finthorpe motioned him out of the deck.

"I can't find that pistol..."

"what?"

"The pistol. It fell out of Miss Duberfer's hands, kicked it away, and slipped under the sofa chair. It's not under the chair now." They looked at each other.

"Who's going to take it?" Finthorpe shrugged.

"That's weird," said Dr. Bessler. "But I don't think there's anything we can do about it." The two parted suspiciously and slightly uneasy.