[Mummy] Yellow sand fills the sky

When she walked out of the observatory, he looked at her back and smiled.Then he sat down, his expression serious again.Thoughts raced through his mind like a train, and he nodded from time to time.

"Yes—yes," he said at last, "it all makes sense."

He communicated with Mr. Pennington, pressed him step by step, and made him admit that he pushed the stone down when he was in the temple, but at the same time, it was very clear that it was not Pennington's fault.Yes, he had a motive and a determination to kill, and he even tried to achieve it.But in this case, something was required that Pennington lacked.It took guts, quick and unerring action, courage, indifference to danger, and resourcefulness to carry out this murder.Pennington wasn't brave, he was just cunning.

Therefore, he cannot be a murderer, he does not have the necessary qualities.However, there is one more thing that must be resolved now, and that is who took the necklace.

But could it not be more obvious that it was a small mistake made by two lovers in favor of each other, as Madame de Montsolefort later described it.Poirot could no longer approve of the idea, two young people in love would always do something inappropriate.

Now, he just stood up and looked at them, "Mr. Elleton, this can be a powerful indictment against you. I want you to understand this. Now, let me tell you something to be happy about. I haven't checked your house yet." probably when I unwrapped those beads, there was nothing in them, and since Miss Utterborne denied ever having seen anyone on deck last night, there is really no evidence against you! A kleptomaniac took them, and they've been brought back. They're in a little box on the table by the door, and you can study them with Miss Utterborne if you like."

Tim stood up.He stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.When he spoke, there was only one heartfelt thing to say, "Thank you! You don't have to give me a second chance!" He opened the door for Rosalie to step out and followed with the box.They walked side by side.Tim opened the box and threw the necklace inside vigorously into the Nile.

"Look, it's sinking," he said. "When I return the box to Poirot, it will contain a pearl chain. What a fool I am!"

Rosalie asked softly, "How did you do it in the first place?"

"You mean, why did I enter the industry? Well, I don't know either. Boredom—laziness—excitement. Maybe making a living from this is more attractive than working a mediocre job for a lifetime? You may sound a little bit Mean, but you should understand that this way of life is indeed attractive - probably because of its dangers!" "Oh, Sally - you are so cute... so cute.Why didn't you say you saw me last night? "

"I thought—they'd suspect you," said Rosalie.

"Do you doubt me?"

"No, I don't believe you're going to kill anyone."

"Yes, I'm not made for a vicious killer. I can only be a despicable thief." She reached out and patted him on the shoulder lightly. "Do not say it that way."

Tim held her hand. "Rosalie, would you... would you know what I mean? Or would you always despise and despise me?"

She smiled slightly: "There is one thing you can despise me..."

"Rosalie, honey..." But she drew back her hand.

"Your dear is Joanna!"

Tim suddenly cried out. "Joanna? You're as bad as Mother. I don't care if Joanna lives or dies. She has a horse's face and fire-eating eyes; a most unsexy woman!"

Then Rosalie said; "Your mother shouldn't have known about it."

"I'm not sure," Tim said thoughtfully. "I think I should tell her. You know, mother has a lot of experience, and she'll take it. Yes, I should reveal her fantasies about me. She Joanna would be relieved to know that I only had business dealings with her, and then she would forgive me for everything."

They came to Mrs. Elleton's room, and Tim knocked firmly on the door.The door opened and Mrs. Elleton stood in the doorway.

"Rosalie and I..." Tim started, then stopped.

"Oh, dear," said Mrs. Elleton.She took Rosalie's hand. "Honey, darling, I've been hoping...but Tim gets tired of pretending he doesn't like you. But of course I've seen it."

Rosalie said hoarsely, "You've always been so kind to me. I always wished... always wished..." She lost her self-control, and wept on Mrs. Elleton's shoulder with mixed sorrow and joy.

Seeing them go out, Colonel Race's eyes almost burst into flames, and he shouted angrily: "Poirot, at least you have to tell me, this is the most basic. It doesn't feel good to be kept in the dark. I am very dissatisfied, you always have to reveal something, so now can you tell me who the murderer is?"

Colonel Race stood up again, "Poirot, what you're doing really only makes me feel like a clown being played by you. Well, it's not Pennington, it's not Tim, Rosalie, change your name." "

Poirot was a little embarrassed, "Old friend, I was just about to tell you." There was a knock on the door.Reis cursed secretly.Dr. Bessler and Cornia came in, and the latter was a little uneasy.

Dr. Bessler started babbling as soon as he came in, as if he wanted to say everything he hadn't said in his life.

Reis interrupted: "If Mr. Doyle's condition is all right, I think we can continue our conversation in the afternoon. He is going to tell us the contents of the telegram."

Dr. Bessler shook his fat body and said, "Oh, oh, oh, very interesting! Simon told me it was a telegram full of names of vegetables—potatoes, artichokes, leeks—oh, what's the matter with you? "

Les screamed and sat up straight.

"My God!" he said. "That's him! Richetti!"

He turned to three bewildered faces. "A new cipher - used during the riots in South Africa. Potatoes for machine guns, artichokes for dynamite, etc. Richetti is not what we think of as an archaeologist! He was an extremely dangerous troublemaker who killed more than one Man. I swear he's at it again. Do you understand? Mrs. Doyle opened his telegram by mistake. He knows if she mentions it to me, he's screwed!"

He turned to Poirot. "Is my judgment correct?" He asked, "The murderer is Richetti?"

"He's the one you want." Poirot said, "I always feel that there is something wrong with him. He has too many nouns in his mouth, as if he was born to be an archaeologist, not a mortal."

He paused, then continued: "But it wasn't Richiti who killed Linna Doyle. I only knew who was the 'half' murderer, but now I know the other half as well. The truth has been revealed. But you can Understood, although I know the whole thing must have happened in this way, there is no evidence at hand. The only hope now is--the murderer will confess himself."

"Ah!" he said. "I have to admit, I like having an audience. You know, I'm vain, I'm conceited. I like when people say, 'Poirot, you're a smart fellow!'" Reese shifted his chair.At this time, Kaia walked in with Imerton, "Mr. Poirot, I think my opinion is correct. Now I just want to hear your opinion."

Poirot lowered his eyes with deep regret, "I'm sorry, Madame de Montsolefort, your guess is correct from the beginning, but I put your opinion in the last consideration, it's a pity, It was correct. I'm glad I found the correct one in the end, but..."

"I understand, Mr. Poirot. The moment I had this guess, I also deeply doubted it. It is a sad thing that it has become a fact." Kaia lowered her head.

"Well," he asked softly, "how smart is Poirot?" Poirot shook his head faintly. "First of all, I am a fool—a huge fool. The stumbling block is that murderous gun—Jacqueline Belfort's pistol. Why didn't the murder gun stay at the scene? The murderer's intention was obviously to put the blame on her. Then why did the murderer take the murder gun away? I was so clumsy that I assumed many incredible reasons. In fact The reason is simple. The killer took the gun because he had to -- he had no choice."

"You and me, old friend," Poirot approached Lace. "Started investigating this case with a preconceived notion. The notion was that the murderer was impulsive, not premeditated. Someone wanted to kill Lina Doyle, so the arrest could put the blame on Jacqueline Belfort. So the man must have watched Jacqueline clash with Simon Doyle and then managed to get Jaclyn's pistol.