Three Character Girl

Mrs Clapperton

General Forbes himself did not see that smile. He glanced at his watch, then stood up and said,

"Sports. Must stay fit on the ship."

Then he went out to the deck. Miss Henderson glanced at the smiling man earlier. A well-trained glance, indicating he is ready to talk with a traveling companion.

"He's energetic - isn't he?" the small man opened his voice.

"He was able to circle the deck forty-eight times" Miss Henderson explained.

"Old gossip! And people say women love scandals."

"How insolent!"

 "The French are always polite," Miss Henderson said again - there was a questioning tone in her sentence. The small man quickly responded.

 "Belgium, Mademoiselle."

"Oh, the Belgians."

"Poirot Hercule. Ready to help you." The name reminded him of something. He had heard of Hercule Poirot. "You enjoyed this trip, M. Poirot?"

 "To be frank is not. It was stupid that I wanted to be persuaded to participate. I hate la mer. The atmosphere was never calm - not a single moment."

 "Well, you know it's really quiet right now" commissioner Saga acknowledged this fact with ogah-ogahan

. "A ce moment, indeed. That's why I'm excited again. I once again pay attention to the events that are happening around me - your highly skilled attitude towards General Forbes, for example."

"You mean - "Miss Henderson didn't finish her sentence. Hercule commissioner Sagam bowed his body.

 "The ways you dig into the scandal. How awesome!" Shamelessly Miss Henderson laughed.

 "Talking about the bodyguard" I knew this subject would make the man squeamish and gasp."

The woman leaned forward and whispered,

"I admit, I love scandals - the weirder, the more fun!" commissioner Sagamemandang the woman solemnly - her slender, well-groomed figure, her dark and sharp eyeballs, her gray hair; a forty-five-year-old woman who does not hide her age. Suddenly Ellie said,

 "I remember! Aren't you the famous detective?" commissioner Sagambungkukkan.

"You're too friendly, Mademoiselle." However, there is no denying the statements of his interlocutors.

"That's a shock" Miss Henderson said again. "You 'have managed to follow in his footsteps' as written in the books" Are there criminals who secretly slip between us" Or am I being imprudent?"

"No. Not at all. I've had to disappoint your expectations. Like the others, I am here to have fun." Commissioner Sagam said the above sentence in a very sad voice that Miss Henderson laughed.

"Oh, tomorrow you can get off in Alexandria. Have you been to Egypt?"

"I want to take part in sports with the General" he told Commissioner Saga.

Meanwhile, Commissioner Saga stood politely. The woman gave a small nod to the commissioner of Sagalalu walking towards the deck. The faint eyes of commissioner Saga showed confusion. Then, a small smile graced her lips. He stood up, turned his head outside the door and glanced down, towards the deck.

Miss Henderson was leaning against the fence, talking to a tall and mighty man. The smile on Commissioner Saga's lips widened. He returned to the smoking room in an overly cautious manner like a turtle entering his house. For a moment the smoking room became his own, even though he knew it would not last long.

Indeed not. Mrs Clapperton walked in through the door of the bar in a confident manner. A woman who can always pay high for anything she wants. His wavy hair was neatly wrapped in a mesh of hair and his body was awake and well groomed wrapped in slick sports clothes.

"John - ?" he said open the voice.

 "Oh! Good morning, M. Commissioner Saga-you see John?"

 "He's on the right deck. I - ?" Mrs Clapperton stopped her speech with gestures.

"I'll sit here for a minute." He sat down before Poirot. And in the distance this woman looked like she was twenty-eight years old. Up close he looked fifty-five years old - older than forty-nine - even though his makeup was perfect and his eyebrows were neatly plucked. Her eyes were pale blue with very small pupils. "I'm sorry I didn't see you at dinner last night" he said.

"The sea is a little choppy indeed - "

 "Right," cut Sagad's commissioner feelingly. "Thankfully I was a great sailor" said Mrs Clapperton.

 "I say it's good because my heart is weak. For me seasickness can mean death."

"Your heart is weak, Madame?"

 "Yes. I have to be very careful. I can't be too tired. All the specialists said so!" Mrs Clapperton has started to talk about topics that are - to her - interesting. About health. "John was not tired of trying to prevent me from working too much. I live with passion. You know what I mean, M Poirot?"

"Yes. Yeah." yeah."

"He always said, 'Try to be more relaxed, Adeline.' But I can't. Life has to be given meaning - in my opinion. During the war I worked desperately. My hospital - you've heard of it" Of course I have nurse nurses, staff, and all that - but I'm the one who actually runs it all." He sighed.

"Your vitality is amazing, Madam," commented commissioner Sagadin an almost heartless tone, like a person responding to a cue. Mrs Clapperton giggled. "Everyone says how young I look! It doesn't make sense. I never tried to pretend a day younger than forty-three years," he continued with dishonest candor, "but many did not believe.

 'You're passionate about life, Adeline, ' they say. But M. Poirot, what happens when people aren't passionate about life?" "Dead," said Poirot. Madame Clapperton frowned. That answer is not liked. This man tried to be funny, he concluded. He stood up and said coldly,

"I have to see John." When he passed the door, his handbag fell. It's scattered everywhere. With gallant commissioner Sababuru-hustle helps. A few minutes later a number of lipsticks, makeup boxes, cigarette boxes, and matches, as well as other items were collected. Mrs Clapperton expressed her gratitude politely, then went down to the deck and called, "John - "Colonel Clapperton is still having an exciting conversation with Miss Henderson. He turned and quickly met his wife, bowing his body in a protective manner. The deck chair his wife occupied - was the place right so" Wouldn't it be better - "His manner of conduct was polite - attentive and gentle. Obviously, the wife is much loved and spoiled by her beloved husband.

 Miss Ellie Henderson threw a glance at the skyline - as if there was something in that husband-wife attitude that somewhat sickened her.commissioner Saga watched this event while standing at the door of the smoking room.

A raucous voice behind her said tremblingly, "I would have the axe of the woman had I been her husband."

An old man, who among the younger people on the ship known as the 'Tea farmer's grandfather', entered the room.

 "Son," he exclaimed, "give me a whiskey." commissioner Sababent to pick up a piece of torn paper that was scattered from Mrs Clapperton's bag.

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