Three Character Girl
The Kidnapping of Mr. Waverly's Son
"He meant a lot to me as a co-secretary and a very efficient housekeeper." Connect Mr. Waverly.
"Then, the pram?" ask Rani.
"New six months. He came with a very satisfactory letter of recommendation. Despite this, I never really liked her even though Johnnie was very close to her." replied Mr. Waverly.
"But I think he was gone when the disaster happened. Monsieur Waverly, will you continue this story?" ask the curious Rani.
Then Mr. Waverly continued his story.
"Inspector Neill arrived around 10:30. By that time all the servants had left. The inspector expressed his satisfaction with the arrangement inside the house. Several policemen stationed him in an outdoor park, guarding all the entrances to the house. And the Inspector assured me that if the canned letter wasn't just a joke, we would definitely catch the sender of the mysterious letter."
"Johnnie's with me. The three with Inspector Neil we went into the room we called the council room. The inspector locked the door. In that room was a huge standing clock. By the time the clock approached the number 12, I frankly admitted that I was very tense. There was the sound of something roaring, and the clock began to ring. Johnnie I clenched with a feeling of misgivings that it was possible for someone to fall from the sky. The last one sounded. Simultaneously, there was a commotion outside - gunfire and the sounds of people running around. In a hurry the Inspector opened the window, and a guard ran over and gave a report, having caught the perpetrator who had previously quietly slipped up through the bushes. He's carrying a complete anesthetic kit.' continued Mr. Waverly's story.
"Keep how's it going?" ask the curious Rani.
"Rushing towards the terrace. There, two policemen were holding a young man who looked evil and dressed in a rickety coat. It was in vain that the young man struggled to escape. One of the police officers pulled out a scroll that had been opened. It contained a roll of cotton and a bottle of chloroform. Boiling my blood looking at the stuff. There was also a message addressed to me. It says, 'You should give up the money to redeem your son. Now you have to spend fifty thousand pounds. Despite all the precautions you've taken, your son was kidnapped this 29th, as I've said."
There was a motor and a scream. I'm turning. A long, low gray car passed at high speed, down the road to the south cottage. The driver of the car shouted. But, that's not what makes me aghast in fear, but rather because of seeing Johnnie's straw-colored curls. Johnnie's in the car, next to the driver.
"'The boy was here a minute ago, ' cried Inspector Neil swearing.
His eyes swept over us. We were all there: myself, Tredwell, Miss Collins. 'When you last saw the boy, Mr. Waverly"'
"I try to remember what happened. When the police outside called us, me and the Inspector ran outside, forgetting Johnnie altogether.
"Then we heard a voice that shocked us. Clang the church clock from the village. He exclaimed, The inspector took out his watch. At exactly 12:00! At once we ran into the board room; the clock there showed a 12.10. Surely someone deliberately messed up the clock because as far as I know it has never been inappropriate until then." said Mr. Waverly who paused for a moment.
Commissioner Saga smiled to himself and straightened the small footwear pushed on the anxious father's feet.
"Small little problems are pleasant, vague and interesting," murmured commissioner Saga.
"It is my pleasure to investigate. Really, the kidnapping was planned ?" mrs Waverly asked looking at commissioner Saga with a heartfelt look.
"But, my son," he lamented.
Poirot hastily changed his face and showed another look of sincere sympathy.
"Mistress' son survived. He's not in any danger. Rest assured that those crafty people will take care of him as best they can. Isn't it to them that the child is like a turkey - not a goose - that produces a golden egg?" "M. Poirot, I believe there is only one thing to do - meet the demands of the kidnapper. At first I didn't agree - but now! A mother's feelings - "
"Of course Inspector McNeil called the center immediately. The picture of the car and the man was disseminated. At first it looks like everything will be in order. A car that fits the picture, with a man and a small child in it traversing several villages. Apparently going to London Somewhere they stopped and it was seen that the boy was crying and clearly afraid of his carmates. Inspector McNeil said the car had been stopped and the passenger was detained. I'm so glad to hear that. You know next. The boy was not Johnnie and the man was a driving enthusiast who was very fond of children. He took a little boy playing on the street in Edenswell, a village about fifteen miles from where we lived, and kindly gave the boy a ride. Because of the big mistake of the police who were too sure, all traces are lost. If the police hadn't been following the wrong car, maybe Johnnie would have been found." "Calm down, Monsieur. The police are a brave and clever unit. The mistakes they made were natural. After all, the abduction was planned with great ingenuity. As for the man arrested in the courtyard, I understand that he will continue to deny self-defense. He said the letter and parcel were given to him to deliver to Waverly Court. The person who handed over the goods paid him ten shillings and promised ten additional shillings if the item was delivered at exactly 11:50. To do so he had to approach the house through the courtyard and knock on the side door."
"I don't believe it at all," Mrs Waverly said impassively.
"That story's just a figment."
"En verit?, these events are rare" Poirot pondered. "So far the police have not tampered with. I know the young man threw the charges?" Poirot turned his head while questioning Lord Waverly, whose face had become somewhat red again.
"The young man was insolent by pretending to recognize Tredwell as the one who gave him the parcel. 'Only that person has now shaved his mustache, ' he said.
Tredwell was born here!" Poirot smiled wryly at the gerrymandering of the man's heart.
"Don't you suspect one of the house's occupants to be an accomplice to the kidnapper's plot?"
"Indeed, but not Tredwell." "How about you, Madame?" Poirot asked suddenly while turning to Madame Waverly.
"It is impossible for Tredwell to give the defenseless young man letters and parcels - if anyone did, I cannot believe it. The item was handed to him at 10:00, he confessed. Whereas at that time Tredwell and my husband were in the smoking room."
"You can see the face of the man in the car, Monsieur" Does he look like Tredwell?"
"Too far for me to see his face."
"Would you just in case Tredwell had a brother?"
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