Three Character Girl

Lavington

Commissioner Saga's guarantee seems to work, I thought, when dashing Commissioner Saga drove his beautiful client down the stairs. But I think we're facing a problem that's hard to solve. I told this to Commissioner Saga when he re-entered. With sadness Commissioner Saga assented.

"Rubber. The solution to this problem won't just come. Lavington is in a favourable position. Rani doesn't know how to outwit her yet."

That afternoon Lavington visited us. Lady Millicent was not making it up when describing the man as sickening. My leg really feels itchy. So sharp was this displeasure that Rani wanted to kick him outside.

 Lavington likes to bully, is arrogant, and laughs and scoffs at the advice of Commissioner Saga. Overall he showed himself to be the one who had the upper hand in this situation. Rani felt that Commissioner Saga was barely showing her best performance. He seemed discouraged and felt defeated.

 "Well, gentlemen," said Lavington, taking his hat,

"it feels like our conversation is not progressing. Tell you what: I will lower my demand because the young lady is so enchanting."

 With loathsome Lavington gnawing.

"Say, eighteen thousand pounds. I want to go to Paris today there is a small business that I have to deal with there. On Tuesday I returned. If the money hadn't been handed over by Tuesday night, it would have reached Duke. Don't tell me that Lady Millicent can't raise that amount of money. Some of his male friends would be happy to help a woman as beautiful as him by lending him money - if only he had gone the right way."

Rani's face flushed red and Rani took a step forward, but Lavington had already left the room as soon as she finished saying her sentence.

"Geez!" exciting Rani.

"We have to act. It seems that you are willing to accept all of this, Commissioner Sagaris Saga."

"Your heart is very good, my friend - but your gray cells are sad. Rani didn't want to impress Lavington with my skills. The more he thinks Rani's scared, the better."

"Why?"

"Rani wants to know," Commissioner Saga said while glaring,

 "why did Rani say I wanted to go against the law before Lady Millicent arrived!"

 "You're going to dismantle his house while he's going to Paris?" Rani.

"Rani, sometimes your mental processes are amazingly fast."

"If the letter was brought?" Commissioner Saga shook his head.

 "It's impossible. Obviously he has a hiding place in his house that he thinks is solid."

"When do we - uh - do it?"

 "Tomorrow nights. We leave at about 23:00."

...***...

Rani is ready to leave at the appointed time. I wore a dark suit and a soft dark hat. Commissioner Saga greeted me beamingly.

"You're dressed in your role" he observed.

 "Come on, we're taking the underground road to Wimbledon."

"Do we not need to bring tools to dismantle the door?"

"Rani dear, Hercule Commissioner Sagaris Sagaris Saga did not go that hard."

"How did you know this window wasn't locked?" whispered wonder.

 "Because Rani sawed the hook this morning."

 "What?"

 "really. It's easy, really. Rani calls, gives a fake business card, and Inspector Japp's official card. I say Rani was sent, on Scotland Yard's advice, to deal with some of the anti-theft locks that Lavington wanted to fix during his time away. The housekeeper welcomed my arrival with pleasure. It seems that twice people tried to dismantle the house not too long ago - obviously our idea has also been tried by other Lavington clients without any valuables being taken. Rani checked all the windows, made my little preparations, and forbade all the waiters from touching the windows until tomorrow because all the windows were electrically connected, and then politely excused herself."

 "commissioner Saga, you are truly extraordinary."

"Buddy, this is very simple. Now get to work! The servants sleep at the top of this house, so there's very little chance we're bothering them."

 "I thought the vault was made inside the wall."

"Iron roller" Bullshit! There is no vault. Lavington's smart. You will see he has made a hiding place far more ingenious than the vault. The vault is the first thing everyone looks for."

After that we started doing systematic searches all over the place. But after several hours of searching the house, our efforts were in vain. I saw Commissioner Saga's face begin to show anger.

"Ah, sapristi, did Hercule commissioner Saga have to give up losing"

 No, never will! Let's just calm down. We're brooding. Thinks. We - enfin! - use our gray cells." commissioner Saga stayed for a while, bending his eyebrows as a mid-focus sign, then a green light I knew appeared in his eyes. "Rani's a moron. Kitchen!"

"Kitchen?" myrag.

 "No way! The servants!"

"Persian. Exactly what ninety-nine out of a hundred would say! And it is precisely for this reason that the kitchen is the ideal choice. The place is full of household items. En avant, into the kitchen!"

Rani follows commissioner Saga with skepticism. Rani watches over him as he walks into the grain storage, knocks on the pot, and puts his head into the gas oven. Finally Rani turns to the study room tired of watching over Commissioner Saga. Rani is confident in this place - and it is only in this place that we will find that cache. Rani continued to search closely. I saw the clock already showing the number 04.15. Recalling that the day was about to light up, Rani returned to the kitchen. How amazed Rani saw commissioner Saga standing right in the coal storage, with his clothes that had been neat now fretting.commissioner Saga grinned.

"Indeed, my friend, it's completely against my instincts to ruin my appearance, but how else?"

 "Lavington couldn't possibly bury him under coal."

 "If only your eyes functioned, you would see not the coal I was examining."

Rani looked at the shelf behind where it was stacked several blocks of wood. Poirot deftly lowered the beams one by one. Suddenly Poirot called out softly.

"Your knife, Hastings." I gave that thing to him. He put the knife into the beam and suddenly the beam split in two. The beam had been neatly sawed and there was a gaping cavity in the middle. From this cavity Poirot took out a small wooden box made in China.

"Successful!" I was irresistible.

"Slow down, Rani! Don't noise. Come on, let's go before the light." Slipping the little box into his pocket Poirot jumped out of the coal shed lightly, flicked his clothes as much as possible, then left the house through the path we took to get in. We walked quickly to London.

"It's an incredible place" commented Rani.

"Anybody might wear that block." "In July, Rani"

And this box is located at the bottom of the pile. A very good hiding place. Here comes the taxi! Now go home, wash your body, and sleep well