Three Character Girl
THE SUBMARINE DESIGN
"That box of chocolate candy! Did you not see it? Would a person with normal eyesight make such a mistake" I know Madame D?roulard had cataracts - the atropine test drug that let me know. Only one person in the house had such poor eyesight that he could not see which box lid should be attached. That box of chocolate candy that led me to the beginning of the trail. But, until the end I didn't even feel the importance!"
"In addition, my psychologist missed. If M. de Saint Alard were the killer, he wouldn't keep the bottle that would weigh him down. The time he found the bottle on him proved that he was innocent. From Mademoiselle Virginie I know that she is very forgetful. Such is the sad event I have told you about. Only you I tell this story. You understand, in this case I am not a good person. An old woman committed murder so simply and cleverly, that I, Hercule the Commissioner of the saga saga, was fooled completely! Sapristi! Can't stand me thinking about it! Forgetit. Or, no - remind me anytime you think I'm getting cocky - it doesn't seem, but it might happen." Hide my smile.
"Well, buddy, you have to say 'chocolate candy box'. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
"After all, anyway," said the Commissioner of the saga while pondering,
"it's experience! I, who is undoubtedly the brightest brained in Europe right now, can be humble!" "Brown candy box," I whispered softly.
"What, buddy?" asked Rani who looked at the innocent face of the Commissioner saga as she leaned forward to find out what I was saying.
Rani's heart flinched. I have suffered many times because of him. And I, even if I don't have the best brain in Europe, can be more humble!
"It's okay" I said lying. I lit the pipe again while smiling to myself. A letter delivered by a special envoy. Excitement and interest were reflected in the eyes of the Commissioner of the Saga as he read the letter. Briefly, he told the messenger to leave and turned his head to me. "Prepare one bag, buddy. We're going to Sharples." I got so excited to hear the name of a famous place outside the city belonging to Lord Alloway, the recently formed Chairman of the Ministry of Defense. Lord Alloway is a well-known member of the cabinet. As Sir Ralph Curtis, chairman of an engineering firm, he left a good name as a member of the Lower House and is now being talked about as a future figure most likely to be asked to become Prime Minister if issues are circulating with regard to David's health MacAdam was right. Under a great Rolls-Royce waiting. While the car glided in the darkness, I showered the Commissioner saga with questions. "What do they want from us these nights?" my question demands an answer. It was 23:00 past. Commissioner saga shakes.
"Something urgent should be." "I remember" said Ranilagi,
"a few years ago there was an unpleasant scandal about Ralph Curtis - he used to still use that name - because he was accused of manipulating stocks. Eventually he was found completely innocent. Could such a case be repeated?"
"There's no need for him to call me midnight like this, buddy." I had to agree to his words. The rest of the journey passed without any talk. Once out of London, the powerful car sped up so we arrived at Sharples in less than an hour. With a haughty and powerful attitude a male servant immediately drove us to the small workroom, where Lord Alloway was waiting for us. He appeared to greet - a man of thin and tall stature, who seemed to truly exude power and vitality.
"Most accurately it says so. Sir Harry and I - oh, let me introduce you - Admiral Sir Harry Weardale, chief officer of our navy - M. Commissioner saga and one - I remember for a moment, Sister "
"Rani "Rani chimed.
"I've often heard of you, M. Commissioner of the saga" said Sir Harry, shaking hands.
"Our case is still very dark. If you can break it, we'll be very grateful to you." Soon I liked the admiral. Rough but honest sailors are friendly, really the conventional type. The commissioner of the saga looked at the two with a view to asking for an explanation and Alloway recounted the matter.
"Surely you know that all this is strictly confidential, Poirot. We just lost something important. The design of the new Type Z submarine has been stolen."
"When did that happen?"
"Tonight - not three hours ago. Perhaps you can understand the seriousness of this disaster. This incident cannot be spread. It's principle. I explain the facts as briefly as possible. My guest this weekend is the Admiral - the man is here - his wife, his son, and Mrs Conrad, widely known among Londoners. The woman went to bed late in the afternoon - about 22:00; so did Leonard Weardale. Sir Harry is here among others to discuss the construction of this new type of submarine with me. Therefore, I asked Fitzroy, my secretary, to get the submarine designs out of the vault in the corner to be prepared. So are the documents related to the design of this submarine. While Fitzroy was doing his job, the Admiral and I were walking around on the terrace; sucking cigars while enjoying the warm June air. After sucking the cigars and chatting, we decided to start working. Just as we were veering down the edge of the terrace there, I saw a shadow coming out of the French window here, passing through the terrace and disappearing. Anyway, I don't pay much attention. I knew Fitzroy was in this room and it was unthinkable that there might have been some irregularity. Here is where my fault is. Well, we walked along the porch and we walked in from the window just as Fitzroy was coming in from the alley. "'You've brought out everything we might need, Fitzroy" asked Rani.
"'I think so, Lord Alloway. All the files are on the writing table, sir, he replied.
"Then he said good night to us. "
'Wait a minute, ' I said as I walked towards the writing desk.
'Maybe there's something I still need that I haven't mentioned.'
