After a while Mrs. Inglethorpe turned to Evelyn Howard and confessed some letters. Her husband talked to me with concern:
"Is your regular occupation a soldier, Mr. Hastings?"
"No, I worked at the Lloyds Ship Association before the war."
"Will you go back after the war?"
"Maybe. Go back to your old business or get a new job. ”
Mary Cavendish leaned forward.
"What career would you prefer to choose?"
"Well, it depends."
"There's no ulterior motive, okay?" She asked, "Tell me—what are you attracted to?" Everyone will be attracted to ridiculous things. ”
"You'll laugh at me."
She laughed.
"Maybe."
"Well, I've been secretly looking forward to becoming a detective!"
"Practical idea—at Scotland Yard, or a private investigator like Sherlock Holmes?"
"Oh, be sure to be Sherlock Holmes. Actually, seriously, this one is quite appealing to me. Once, I met a man in Belgium, a famous detective, who touched me deeply. He was an incredible little man, and he often said that if he wanted to do a good job as a detective, it was nothing more than a matter of method. That's how my philosophy is based – and of course, I've built on it. He was still a very interesting little man, a great playboy, but surprisingly clever. ”
"I also like wonderful detective novels," said Miss Howard, "but most of them are nonsense, exposing criminals in the last chapter, and surprising everyone." In fact, real crimes can always be discovered immediately. ”
"There are also a lot of crimes that go undetected." I object.
"I'm not talking about the police, I'm talking about the parties. family. You can't hide from them, really. They know. ”
"So," I said with great interest, "do you think that if you were involved in a crime, such as murder, would you recognize the criminal at once?" ”
"Absolutely. Maybe I won't prove it to the lawyer, but I'm sure I know that if he comes close to me, I can feel it on the tip of my finger. ”
"Maybe it's 'her.'" I brought it up.
"Maybe. But murder is an atrocity, and usually men do it. ”
"That's not the case with poisoning," startled me in Mrs. Cavendish's clear voice, "and yesterday Dr. Baustein said that many cases of poisoning have not aroused suspicion because the medical community knows nothing about most rare poisons. ”
"Ah, Mary, your words are terrible!" Mrs. Inglethorpe shouted, "It's creepy. Oh, and Cynthia is here! ”
A young girl in a patriotic nurses' union uniform ran lightly across the lawn.
"Oh, Cynthia, you're late today. This is Mr. Hastings. This is Miss Murdoch. ”
Miss Cynthia Murdoch was a young girl with a good complexion, full of life and vitality. She neatly took off her little nurse's hat, and a reddish-brown mane was scattered, which amazed me. She held out a small white and tender hand and took the teacup. If there are dark eyes and eyelashes, she is definitely a beautiful woman.
She sat on the grass next to John. I handed her a plate of sandwiches and she smiled at me.
"Sit on the grass, it feels much better."
I obediently sat down.
"You work in Tamingster, don't you, Miss Murdoch?"
She nodded.
"Self-made and self-received"
"Did they bully you?" I asked with a smile.
"I'd love to see who dares!" Cynthia shouted decently.
"I have a cousin who is also a nurse," I said, "and she's terrified of the nun-like head nurses." ”
"It's nothing. Chief nurse, you know, Mr. Hastings, they are — that's it! You don't know, thank goodness, I'm not a nurse, I work in a pharmacy. ”
"How many people have you poisoned?" I asked with a smile.
Cynthia laughed too.
"Oh, hundreds!" She said.
"Cynthia!" Mrs. Inglethorpe cried, "Can you help me write a few text messages?" ”
"Of course, Aunt Emily."
She jumped up immediately. Some of her actions always reminded me that she was sending people under the fence, and although Mrs. Inglethorpe was generally a friendly person, she would not let the girl forget this.
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