Three Character Girl

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"Well, Monsieur, there are four people who should be suspected. The Russian princess, the British grande dame, South African billionaire, and Bernard Parker. By the way, who is this Bernard Parker?" It seems that this question embarrassed Hardman.

"He - er - he's young. Well, he's actually a young man I know."

"I've come that far" said Poirot with a grim face. "What's Parker doing?" "He's a modern young man who spends most of his time in pleasure - there's no way he's really involved in this, if I may express my personal opinion."

"How can he be friends with you" May I know?"

"Eh, once or more he did a little job for me."

 "Forward, Monsieur," said Poirot. Hardman looked at Poirot with a long look. Obviously, he did not want to continue his story. However, as Poirot maintained an unbidden silence, the man finally gave up.

 "You know, Monsieur Poirot - people know very well that I am interested in antique gems. Sometimes there are family heirlooms to be sold - which will never be sold to the open market or to agents. However, sell to me personally another altogether. Parker set up the sales details like this. He contacted both sides. Thus, there would be no slightest embarrassment. He showed me all sorts of things that included antique gems. For example, now Countess Rossakoff brought some family jewels from Russia and wanted to sell them. Well, Bernard Parker has to arrange this transaction."

"I understand," said Poirot carefully. "And you believe it a hundred percent?" "I have no reason not to do that."

 "Mr Hardman, out of these four people, who do you suspect?"

"Oh, Monsieur Poirot, don't play hard on this question! They are my friends, just like I said. No one I suspect - or everything, it's up to which statement you like."

 "I don't agree. You suspect one of the. Not Countess Rossakoff, not Bernard Parker. Is that Lady Runcorn or Johnston?" "You cornered me, Monsieur Poirot. Really cornered me. I hope there will be no scandal. Lady Runcorn comes from one of the oldest families in England, but unfortunately her aunt, Lady Caroline, suffered from severe mental disorders. Of course all his friends understood this situation and his servant returned the teaspoon or whatever as quickly as possible. You understand my difficulties!"

"So, Lady Runcorn has an aunt who suffers from kleptomania. How intriguing. Can I check the vault?" Hardman.

 Poirot pushed the vault door back and checked the inside. The velvet-lined shelf was gaping in front of us. "Even this door cannot be closed tightly" Poirot murmured as he swung the door to the right and left.

"I wonder, why" Ah, what is this" Gloves. Getting stuck in the hinge. Men's gloves." He sent it to the host.

 "Not my gloves" Hardman commented.

"Aah! There's more!" Poirot deftly bent down and picked up a small object from the base of the vault. A flattened cigarette box made of moir? blacker.

 "My cigarette box!" exciting Hardman.

"You're right," he said.

 "This box is very similar to mine, but the initials are different. "B" and "P". Oh my God Parker!"

 "It looks like it" Poirot chimed in. "Young people are a bit careless - especially when these gloves belong to them as well. So there's a double clue, don't you think?"

 "Bernard Parker!" hardman. "

How relieved! Well, Monsieur Poirot, I leave to you the effort to return the jewel. Leave this case in the hands of the police if you see it right - that is, if you are absolutely sure that he is guilty."

 "You understand, my friend" said Poirot to me as we left the house. "This "hardman has its own rules for nobles and other rules for ordinary people. I, I am not yet a noble, so I am on the side of an ordinary person. I have sympathy for this young man. This whole incident was quite curious, isn't it" Hardman suspected Lady Runcorn; I suspected the Countess and Johnston; and Parker's unclear origin is what we're looking for."

"Why do you suspect these two men?" "Parble! It is easy to become a Russian refugee or a South African millionaire. Any woman can claim to be a Russian princess; anyone can buy a house on Park Lane and claim to be a South African millionaire. Who's gonna question them" But, we're now past Bury Street. That sloppy young man lives here. Let's, as you suggest, act fast while the opportunity permits." Bernard Parker is home. We found her leaning against the cushion of the chair, wearing a bright purple and orange kimono. I really dislike this young man, whose face is white and feminine and whose speech is made of plates. "Good morning, Monsieur," said Poirot.

"I came at Mr. Hardman's request. Yesterday, at a tea party, someone stole his jewels. Let me ask you a question, Monsieur. Is this your glove?" Parker's mental process seems a bit slow. He stared at the glove, as if he was gathering all his ingenuity. "Where did you find him" he finally asked. "Is this your glove, Monsieur?" Parker has made his decision.

"No," he said.

 "And this cigarette box, is this yours?"

"Of course not. I always carry a box made of silver."

"Alright, Monsieur, I'll leave this matter in the hands of the police."

"Oh, I wouldn't have done it had I been you" Parker cried attentively. "The police are not very sympathetic. Waita minute. I'm going to see Hardman. Oh, wait a minute."

 But Poirot ignored him. "We've given him thought materials, haven't we?" Poirot laughed.

 "Tomorrow we'll see what happens." That afternoon, however, we were reminded of the Hardman case. Without any sound before, the door opened, and the whirring of the wind within the human figure disturbed our calm. A person was wrapped in a fur coat (at that time the air was so cold as usual June air in England) and a hat full of beautiful bird feather ornaments. Countess Vera Rossakoff is a rather confusing person. "You're Monsieur Poirot" What have you done" You accuse the poor young man! Heinous deed! Scandals. I know him. The man who is like a chicken, a lamb - he will not steal. He has done everything for me. Should I stand next to him and watch him get slaughtered?" "Madame, is this the cigarette case?" Poirot shuffled the moir box? that black. Countess Rossakoff kept silent while inspecting the box. "Rubber, this is his. I know for sure. What's with this box" You found it in that room" We were all there at that time. He dropped it I guess. Ah, you're a cop - you're more of a jerk than the Red Guards - "And is this his glove?" "How do I know" One glove is similar to the other. Don't hinder me - he must be released. His good name must be restored. You guys are gonna do it. I'll sell my gems and pay you guys." "Madame - "So, this offer was approved" No, no. Don't argue. The poor young man! He came to me with tears. 'I'll save you, ' as soon as I tell him. 'I'll meet those people - that giant, that monster! Leave this to Vera.' Now it's done. Excuse me." As at the time of arrival the woman passed, leaving behind a strong smell of exotic perfume. "Not playing that woman!" myrag. "And not play the beautiful coat of his fur." "Ah, yes. The feathers are real. Can a fake princess have true feathers" Jokes only, Hastings.... He's really Russian, I guess. Well, well, so Master Bernard was crying in front of him." "This cigarette box belongs to Parker. I wonder if these gloves belong to her too." With a smile Poirot took out a second glove from his pocket and placed it near the first glove. No doubt both gloves were a pair.