Three Character Girl

BEEHIVE II

In a few hours they will be destroyed and they do not know it. No one warned them. They don't seem to have a Hercule Poirot. I'm telling you, Monsieur Harrison. I'm here on business. And murder is my business.

This crime is my business, before it happens or after. What time's Monsieur Langton gonna take the beehive?"

"Langton will never..."

"What time?"

"AT 21:00. Again I say. You are completely mistaken. Langton would never..."

"These Brits!" exclaimed Commissioner Full of emotions. He took his hat and his cane, and he went down the path, pausing for a moment to say,

"I'm not arguing with you. That would make me angry. But you know, I'll be back at 21:00." Harrison opened his mouth to speak, but Commissioner Sagat did not give him a chance.

"I know what you're going to say, 'Langton never will', and so on. Uh. Langton would never! Even so, I'll be back at 21:00. It's exciting - say so - I'll be excited to watch the beehive pick up. Another British sport!" Commissioner Sagat was not waiting for an answer, but rushed through the path and exited through the frenzied door. Once on the road, his steps slowed down, his spirit slumped, and his face became grim and full of trouble. He took his watch out of his pocket. The watch needle shows at 20:10.

"It's still more than three-quarters of an hour" he murmured. "Should I have been waiting there?" His footsteps slowed again.

He almost came back. Faintly various premonitions attacked him. Strictly dispelled the thought and continued walking towards the village. But his face was still full of trouble.

Sometimes he shakes like he is not really satisfied. At 21:00 it was a few minutes. Once again Commissioner Sagam approached the garden door. The night was bright and calm, there was hardly a breeze moving the leaves. There was a somewhat sinister atmosphere in that silence, like a calm atmosphere before the storm came.

Commissioner Sababertambah's move is fast with so lightness. Suddenly he was agitated - and hesitated without knowing why. At that moment the garden door opened. Claude Langton rushed towards the road. Seeing Commissioner Sagaia was shocked.

"Oh uh good night."

"Good night, man,

. I didn't know you were here at all." "I have business here."

"Oh! Well, you'll find Harrison on the porch. Sorry, I have to go." Langton hurried away.

Commissioner Sagamengawasinya. Tense, handsome young man, with thin lips!

"So I'll meet Harrison on the porch" Commissioner Saga muttered.

"I asked myself." Commissioner Saga entered through the garden door and walked through the path. Harrison was sitting on a chair by the table. He sat quietly, not even turning his head when Commissioner Sagamenghampirinya.

"Ah, my friend," said Poirot,

"Are you okay?" Silent for a while. Then Harrison said in a strange and dazed voice,

"What did you say earlier?"

"Are you okay?"

"All right" Of course. Why not?"

"You don't feel pain" Good."

"Feeling sick" Why?"

"Sodium carbonate." Harrison stood up.

"You put in some sodium

carbonate into my pocket" What for?" Harrison looked at Poirot.

The one who is seen as speaking calmly, without pointing at someone, is like a lecturer who is talking to a child.

"You know one of the advantages, or disadvantages, of being a detective is that this profession gets you in touch with the criminal circles. And they can teach you some very interesting things and cause your curiosity. Once there was a pickpocket - I was attracted to him because at that time he did not do what people accused him of - so I set him free. To express his gratitude, he paid me the only way he could think of - showing me the intricacies of his work. Therefore I can pickpocket if I want without the victim suspecting the act. I put one hand on his shoulder, I pretended to be restless, and he felt nothing. Meanwhile, I had managed to move the thing in his pocket into my pocket and left sodium carbonate in his pocket.

"You know," Commissioner Saga continued with a glare, "if one needs poison as soon as possible to put in the glass discreetly - he must have kept the poison in the right pocket of his coat. There's no other place. I'm sure it's there." Commissioner Saga put his hand in his pocket and took out a number of white coarse crystals.

"It's very dangerous," he whispered, "to carry it so carelessly." Quietly without hurry Commissioner Sagam took out a wide-mouthed bottle from his other pocket. He put the crystals in, approached the table, and filled the bottle with water. After carefully clogging the bottle, it shuffles until all the crystals dissolve. Harrison watched Poirot, as if fascinated. After being satisfied with the solution, Commissioner Sababer walked to the beehive. He opened the bottle plug, tilted his head, then poured the solution in the honeycomb. Then he took one or two steps back to watch. Some of the bees that came home cheerfully trembled a little and then lay motionless. Other bees crawling out of the hole also met their end. Commissioner Sagameng watched for a moment, nodded, and returned to the veranda.

"Quick death" he said.

"So fast death." Harrison rediscovered his voice. "How much do you know?" Commissioner Saga looked straight ahead.

"As I told you, I read Claude Langton's name in the book. What I didn't tell you is that after that I happened to meet him. He said he just bought potassium cyanide at your request - to pick up a beehive. The story caught my attention because it was a bit awkward. The thing is, I remember at that dinner you said about the incredible use of gasoline and denounced the purchase of cyanide as a dangerous and unnecessary ingredient."

"Forward."

"I know something else. I saw Claude Langton with Molly Deane. At that time both of them must have felt that no one had seen them. I don't know what quarrels originally separated them and took the girl into your arms. But I realized the misunderstanding between the two had passed and Miss Deane went back to her lover."

"Continue."

"I know too, man. Not long ago I was on Harley Street and I saw you coming out of a doctor's house. I know the doctor and for what diseases people consult him. Anyway I read the expression on your face. All my life only once or twice I saw such facial expressions. But, no more wrong. That's the face of someone sentenced to death. I'm right, right?"

"really so. The doctor told me that I only have two months left."

"You don't see me, my friend, because there are other things you think about. I saw something else on your face, something - like I said this afternoon - people were trying to hide. Hatreds. You don't feel the need to hide it because you feel like no one is paying attention."

"Forward," Harrison said.

"Not much more to say. I came to this area, coincidentally read Claude Langton's name in a book listing the toxic substances purchased, met him, and then came to see you. I'm setting a trap for you. You deny having told Langton to buy cyanide. Or, it is more appropriate that you show surprise because he did so. At first you were surprised to see me. However, you then saw how advantageous the situation was and purposely reinforced my suspicions. From Langton I knew he was coming at 20:30. You said at 21:00 thinking that if I came, everything happened. That way I know everything."

"Why did you come?" Harrison screaming.

"If only you hadn't come!" Commissioner Saga stands.

"I've said murder is my business."

"Murder" You mean suicide?"

"No!" commissioner Sagameledak's voice was sharp and clear.

"Homicide. Your death will be quick and easy, but the death you planned for Langton is the saddest death anyone could ever have. He bought the poison, then came to see you here, and he's just alone with you. Then you die suddenly. In your glass is found cyanide. Then Claude Langton was hanged. Here's your plan." Harrison groaned again.

"Why did you come" Why did you come?"

"I told you. But there's another reason. I'm liking you. Listen to, man,