Three Character Girl
PLYMOUTH EXPRESS ALEC SIMPSON RAILWAY, RN
"Thus, Lester was in Pearson's hands. Then, whether Pearson is satisfied" No - Rani's attitude that makes him anxious and decided to solve the case by incriminating Lester. So, set up that disguise. Rani, Rani wants to be tricked raw. Didn't I just say that the disguise was childish" Uh, bien, uh,
Rani also played my part. He came home with joy. The next morning, Inspector Miller appears at his door.
The documents were found there. The game is over. He was very sorry for letting himself go undercover with Commissioner Saga! Actually, there's only one difficulty in this."
"What's that?" rani asked curiously.
"Convince Inspector Miller! Not that creature! Headstrong and pushy. And finally he received all the praise!"
"Tragic" commented Rani.
"Ah, Rani anyway got her instead. The other Burmese directors Mines Ltd. rewarded me with fourteen thousand pounds worth of shares in exchange for my services. Not a little, uh! But, if you put money in, I ask you to stick to conservative people, Hastings. The news you read in the paper may not be true. The Procupine directors may have consisted of people like Pearson!", exiting the platform and entering the first-class room of the Plymouth Express train.
A porter followed him, lifting his heavy suitcase. The porter was ready to swing his suitcase over the shelf, but the young sailor prevented it.
"No need - just put it on the chair. I will raise it myself. It's the fare."
"Thank you, sir." The porters left while pocketing a large percent of money. The doors were slammed; then a loud and loud voice shouted,
"Plymouth Only. Change in Torquay. Then Plymouth." The whistle is blown and slowly the train moves away from the station. Lieutenant Simpson occupies his space alone. The air of December felt piercingly cold. Raised the window shutters. He faintly smelled something and frowned his forehead.
Not playing this stink! Reminds him of the times he was hospitalized due to foot surgery. Yes, chloroform. Aye! He closed the window again, then he moved to the chair whose backrest was turned back to the engine.
He removed the pipe from his runinya and ignited it. For a moment he sat motionless as he gazed outwards, through the darkness of the night, and sucked his pipe. Finally he got up, opened his suitcase to pick up some newspapers and magazines, closed the suitcase again, and tried to push his suitcase under the seat - but in vain. Something was holding back his hand. Try it again with a stronger drive and a sense of impatience. It was still stuck, only half of it could enter. "Unfortunately, why can't this suitcase get in?" he grumbled.
He pulled the suitcase and bent down and looked down at the seat.... Shortly thereafter, we heard squealing break the night. The train stopped reluctantly, because the brake jolt was a sign of danger.
***
"Buddy," said Commissioner Saga,
" Rani believes you are very interested in the mystery of the Plymouth Express. Read this."
I took the letter he snapped across the table to Rani. It is short and direct on the subject. With all due respect, I'm very grateful that you can see me as soon as possible. Sincerely, Ebenezer Halliday Rani does not really understand what the letter has to do with the Plymouth Express. I looked at Commissioner Saga with a wondering look.
In response Commissioner Saga took the newspaper and read it aloud, "One sensational discovery happened last night. A young naval officer on his way home to Plymouth found the body of a woman under his carriage seat. Stabbed through the heart. Soon this officer pulls the alarm brake and the train stops. The victim, who was about thirty years old and dressed luxuriously, was yet to be identified."
"And he asked you to come" Great!" " Rani once handled a small case for him - the case of the bondholders. Later, when Rani is in Paris for a royal visit, Mademoiselle Flossie is introduced to Rani. What a charming girl! Friendly again! This is what brings the question. He almost made a scandal that was embarrassing."
"How's that?"
"The "Count de la Rochefour. Bien mauvais sujet! Not a good person, you name it. A true adventurer who knows how to charm a romantic girl. Fortunately, his father heard about this relationship in time. He rushed his daughter back to America. A few years later, I heard she got married, but Rani didn't know anything about her husband."
"Hmm," Rani opened her voice.
"Your Majesty Rupert Carrington is no better either. His money was spent on horse racing betting. I imagine that old Halliday dollar is flowing just in time. Ku Rani is a handsome young bastard, with Rani's behavior made-up convincing, even though completely immoral. It's not easy being her partner!"
"Ah, poor woman! Elle n'est pas bien tomb?e! He fell into the wrong hands."
"I think it's obvious that it's the money and not the girl that draws his heart. Rani believes that shortly after the marriage, their relationship has been strained. Lately I've heard rumors of an official farewell."
"Old Halliday isn't a moron. He's pretty strict about keeping his son's money."
"I think so too. Rani knows that His Highness Rupert Carrington said he was short of money." "Aah! Rani wonders to herself - "
"What do you suspect?"
"My good friend, don't interrupt Rani like that. Rani knows you are interested in this. How about you get Rani to see Mr. Halliday" There's a cab base on the corner."
***
A few minutes was enough to take us to his amazingly beautiful home on Park Lane, which this prominent American figure had rented. We were escorted to the library and immediately approached by a large and strong man, with his sharp eyes and pointed chin.
" Commissioner Saga?" greet Halliday.
"I guess I don't have to say what I'm calling you for. You've read newspapers and I'm a person who never wasted time. Incidentally I heard you were in London and I remember your satisfying job in bond matters first. I never forget people's names. I've got the best Scotland Yard people, but I'll give my own people away too. Money is not a problem. Instead I was looking for money for my daughter - and now she's gone. I'll give my money up to the last penny to catch that damned bastard! You understand! So, it's up to you to handle this." Commissioner Saga bowed his body.
"I accept this task, Monsieur. Even very willing after a few times I saw your daughter in Paris. Well, I beg you to explain his trip to Plymouth and other details related to the case."
"Well," Halliday responded to Commissioner Saga's request,
"first, not the Plymouth he was referring to. She went to attend a party at Avonmead Court, home of the Duchess of Swansea. He departed London by train at 12:14 from Paddington and arrived in Bristol (here Flossie had to change trains) at 14:50. The main Plymouth Express train runs through Westbury, not through Bristol at all. The 12:14 train went straight to Bristol, stopping at Weston, Taunton, Exeter and Newton Abbot. Flossie was alone in his compartment room up to Bristol; while his servant was in the third-classroom of the next carriage." Commissioner Saga nodded and Halliday continued his story.
