The Mysterious Theta Ford Agatha Christie

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"Are you going to London?" Asked Lycroft. Yes. Maybe London first, then the Mediterranean Riviera, a holiday resort in southeastern France and northwestern Italy. "It's a big loss." Lycroft nodded obsequiously. Mrs. Willett gave a strange, purposeless snicker. You are so kind to me. Mr. Lycroft. All right, let's have tea. The tea was set, waiting for Mrs. Willy to pour it, and Ronnie and Briand Pearson to pass the refreshments. There was a strange air of embarrassment about the tea party. What are you going to do? Burnett suddenly asked Briand Pearson. "Are you going, too?" Yes, I'm going to London. Of course, I won't go abroad until the truth comes out. "What is it?" "I mean until my brother's farcical accusation is cleared up." His provocative words left people wondering how to answer. Major Burnaby came out to smooth things over: "There was never any doubt, not even the slightest doubt, that he had done it." "None of us have thought about it that way." Wairiet said, casting a grateful glance at him. A short silence was broken by the sound of a bell. It's Mr. Duke, 'said Mrs. Willett.'. Briand, open the door and let him in! The young man went to the window. "Not Duke,Self-closing Shower Valve," he said. It's the ***ing reporter. "Oops!"! My God! "Well," said Mrs. Willett, "I think I'd better let him in." Briand nodded. A few minutes later he came in with Charles Underby. 。 Andeby came into the drawing-room with his usual open and optimistic look, and the cold scene he had expected did not appear. Hello! Mrs. Willett. How have you been recently? I said, where are all the people in Theta Ford? Ah, I see now. "Have some tea,Flushometer valve, Mr. Underby." Thank you, I'll drink it. Emily isn't here. I think she's with your aunt, Mr. Garfield. "I don't think so." Ronnie looked at him as he spoke. "I saw her go to Exanton." "Ha!"! She's back. How do I know that? It was young Colteas who said it was true. He saw the car pass the post office, climb up the narrow road, and return empty. She's not in room five, and she's not at the Novotel House. That's a headache. Where is she going? ？ Not at Miss Parshouse's. Must be having tea with Captain Wyatt. "She may have gone up to Thetaford Lighthouse to watch the sunset." Mr. Lycroft hinted. "I don't think so," said Burnaby. "I was in the garden before I came here. I didn't see her pass." "Well, I don't think it's a big deal," Charles said quickly. "I mean she won't be kidnapped or killed or anything." "From the point of view of your newspaper, that's a pity, isn't it?" Said Briand contemptuously. Even waiting for the press release, Stainless Steel Prison Toilet ,Flush Retrofit Kit, I won't sacrifice Emily. Charles said. "Emily," he added thoughtfully, "is a wonderful person." "Very touching," said Mr. Lycroft. "Very charming. We, me and her are. & # 8212; & # 8212; Collaborator 。” "Has everyone finished their tea?" Mrs. Willett said, "How about playing bridge?" "Well, wait a minute." Mr. Lekroff said. He cleared his throat solemnly, and everyone looked at him. Mrs. Willett, as you know, I am deeply interested in the phenomenon of the soul. We had a truly amazing and awe-inspiring experience in this very room on this day last week. Wyatt made a faint sound. He turned to look at her. I know, my dear Miss Wyalit, that you were frightened and upset by what happened last time, and I don't deny that it was too bad. Since the crime, the police have been searching for the murderer. They have caught one, but some of us, at least in this room, do not believe that Mr. Jim Pearson committed the crime. 。 I propose, therefore, that we repeat what we did last Friday, but ask a different soul. "No!" Cried Wyalit. "Well, that's a bit much. I'm not going anywhere," said Ronnie. Mr. Lycroft ignored Ronnie. Mrs. Willett, what do you think? She hesitated for a moment and then said, "Frankly, Mr. Lycroft, I don't agree to this. I don't agree at all.". The sad incident last week left a deep and unpleasant impression on me. I won't forget it for a long time. "What do you mean?" "Are you going to ask the gods to tell us the name of the murderer?" Andeby asked cheerfully? That seems hard to do. "You say it's difficult. Didn't last week's message convey the death of Captain Zerevillian?" "That's true," agreed Andeby, "but what about You have to know. That idea of yours may have consequences you didn't expect. "Will there be such a thing?" "Even if that name of the murder is given.". Can you guarantee that someone here didn't do it on purpose? Andeby stopped and Ronnie said: "The crime of imposition.". I see. What he means is that someone is up to imposing the crime of murder on others. "This is a serious experiment, sir." Lycroft said excitedly, "No one would do that." "Then I don't know." Doubtful, Ronnie said, "I believe someone might do that. Of course, I wouldn't do it myself. I swear I won't do it.". But if everyone turns on me and says I killed the captain, it's going to be too hard to deal with, isn't it? "Mrs. Willett,Stainless Steel Squatting Pan, I am sincere," the little old man ignored Ronnie. "I beg you, let's do the experiment!" She hesitated. cnkexin.com