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Poirot shook his head and shuddered.Louise's dark, sly face still seemed to be convulsing, as if in extreme surprise and anger, her teeth clenched on her lips.

Poirot bent over again and gently raised her right hand, revealing something between the fingers.He tore it off and handed it to Reis, it was a small pink scrap of paper.

"Look what this is going to be,"

"Paper money."

"A dime of a thousand-franc note, I think."

"Well, obviously," said Lace, "she knew something—and tried to blackmail the murderer. We found out she was dishonest this morning."

Poirot exclaimed, "What idiots we are—fools, we should have noticed then. How did she say, 'What shall I see or hear? I live below decks, . . . Of course, if I can't sleep, if I climbed the stairs, then perhaps I would see the murderer, the madman, enter or leave the wife's room. But...' Obviously, that's what happened! She did climb the stairs and saw the murderer enter Lin Na Doyle's room--or come out of it. That's how she ended up, because of her greed!"

Poirot shook his head thoughtfully. "I don't think so. Many people travel with all kinds of currency, sometimes five-pound notes, sometimes dollars, French notes are often carried. The murderer probably paid her with all the currency he had. Let's re- Combine! The murderer came to this room, handed her the money, and..."

"Then," said Poirot, "she counts the money. Yes, I know her type best. She must count the money first, and lose her senses completely; that's when the murderer takes her by surprise. , the murderer seized the notes and fled—in his haste not noticing that the corner of one of the notes was torn off."

"We can catch him based on this." Reis suggested with a little hesitation.

"I doubt it very much," said Poirot. "The murderer will certainly examine the notes and find a torn one. Of course, if he were a miser, he would not be willing to destroy a thousand francs—but I am afraid." He's the exact opposite."

"How can you see it?"

"There is something about this murder and Mrs. Doyle's murder—bravery, daring, decisive action, and lightning speed. These characters are incompatible with thrift and miserliness."

Reese sighed in disappointment. "I'd better go get Bessler down!" he said.He hurried away immediately.

Emerton and Kaya suddenly appeared at the side of the room, poking their heads to see the situation inside, "It's really neat and neat, I think it took her less than a minute from coming in to going out." , This is really a decisive and cold woman."

Imerton clung to her ear, "We came late, and she struck faster than I thought. I'm beginning to agree with you. This is an extraordinary woman."

Dr. Bessler raised his head from the corpse and asked, "Ma'am, why do you think it was done by a woman? As far as I can see, there is nothing here to suggest that it was done by a woman."

"Height." Kaiya said succinctly, "If you want to stab a knife into her chest, it must be at the most suitable position for you. The knife on her body stabbed in almost flat, which shows that the murderer's height and This poor lady is pretty much the same, the most important thing is that her strength is slightly lacking, these are the characteristics of a woman."

Dr. Bessler did not continue to pay attention to this issue, "I also discovered one thing, the shape of the incision is very special, just like the scalpel in my hand."

Facing him were everyone's gazes, he took back his operating box and opened it abruptly, "Let you take a look, look, there is a lot in it, and more importantly, it is impossible for me to become an operation box." A murderer." His chest rose and fell violently, with great anger accumulated.

"What are you talking about? Do you think that I... I, Karl Bessler... the most famous doctor in all of Austria... who owns several clinics and whose patients are all high-society people... would kill a poor little maid? Oh, what absurdity, nonsense! Not a single scalpel is missing from me... Not a single one, I can tell you, it's all here, you can see for yourself. Such an insult to my professional ethics, I will never Forget." He growled like an angry lion.

Poirot reassured: "Dr. Bessler, we all have full confidence in your character. But you cannot deny that there is a possibility that someone has taken your scalpel."

"Your room is always open. If someone sneaks in while you are away, takes a knife, and after killing the maid, it doesn't take much time to clean the knife and put it back. Doctor, we Of course, they fully believe in your character." Kaiya said.She bumped Imerton beside her.

Emerton could only speak: "When people walk in society, there is always no way to guard against those who are prepared. They always have a way to take things from your hands."

The doctor's anger subsided a little, and he warned: "Mr. Poirot, I can't bear it. If this kind of thing happens again, I will never say a word, not even a word." He picked up his The box left quickly.

"He can be regarded as the least likely person to kill." Kaiya said, "Even if someone points a weapon at his head, he is just trembling, instead of grabbing the weapon and attacking the opponent."

Dr. Bessler suddenly reappeared. "Please leave immediately, will you? I have to wash the patient's wound."

Lace and Poirot came out obediently.Rhys murmured something.Then he walked away.Poirot turned to the left.He heard the voice of the girl talking intermittently, mixed with laughter.Jacqueline was with Rosalie in the latter's room.

Kaya pulled Imerton with a smile and said, "Let's go anywhere for a while." After she finished speaking, she walked to the front deck, where comfortable chairs were set up.

They had only walked a few steps when Kaia and Imerton heard a woman's raised voice, "Mr. Poirot, your question is extremely unreasonable."

Imerton smiled wryly, "I really can't understand you ladies, sometimes you can always go beyond the limits of your body, and you don't care about your own face at all."

Kaia kissed his instep hard, crushed it a few times, and said very gently: "Oh, my dear Imerton, you are still so speechless, what should you do, every time you do this, I feel that my love for you has increased." She added strength, "Let's go, let's go and see what happened to those two ladies." She finally let him go , take the lead in walking forward.

Miss Bowles had just come out of Dr. Bessler's room when they came before them, straightening her sleeves a little.Jacqueline left Cornia abruptly and came to the young lady. "How is he?" she inquired.

Poirot heard the answer just in time.Miss Powers looked rather worried. "It didn't get much worse," she said.

Jacqueline exclaimed, "You mean he's getting worse?"

"Well, what I should say is that if we could take him to the hospital, have him x-rayed, give him anesthesia, clean the wound, we wouldn't have to worry about it. Mr. Poirot, when do you think we'll be able to Arriving at Shelly?"

"tomorrow morning."

Miss Bowles sucked her lips, shook her head and said, "Unfortunately. We have tried our best, but sepsis has always been extremely dangerous."

Jacqueline was almost going crazy. She grabbed Miss Bowers's shoulder and shook it desperately, "No, no, tell me, it's impossible. He's always been in good health. He'll be fine. Yes, tell me, he'll be all right. Is he dying, is he dead?"

Kaiya took a step forward, dragged her body hard, and persuaded: "Miss Belfort, please calm down, the matter is far from that point."

Miss Bowles said hastily: "My dear, Miss Duberfer, no. I'm sure, I hope not. The wound itself is not serious, but the sooner the x-rays are undoubtedly the better. Of course the most important thing at the moment Yes, poor Mr. Doyle must keep absolute silence. But he is too anxious and excited. His temper is hot-tempered,--partly because of the great shock of his wife's death, partly because of the fear of it. Worry about that..."

Jacqueline let go of the nurse, turned and walked away.With her back to the other two, she leaned against the railing.

"I would say we have to plan for the best," Miss Powers said. "Of course Mr. Doyle is in good health--anyone can tell--and he's probably never been sick once in his life. But it's undeniable that emotional ups and downs are an ominous sign, which is extremely dangerous..." She Shaking his head, he straightened his sleeves again and left quickly.

Jacqueline turned away, already in tears, and groped her way to her room.A hand reached into her arm to support her and lead her.She looked up, tearfully, and found Poirot beside her.She leaned slightly towards him, and he led her across the cabin.She buried her head in the quilt, tears kept gushing out, and her shoulders kept twitching from sobbing.