The Christmas Adventures of Poirot Agatha Christie

"Of course he's very, very old," Pilar said. "He has to sit in a chair — and his face is all shriveled up. But I still like him. I think when he was a young man, he must have been very handsome-very handsome, like you. Pilar said to Captain Sugden. Her eyes rested with innocent pleasure on his handsome face, which was already purple with the praise. Colonel Johnson suppressed a laugh. He had rarely seen such a gaffe from the unsmiling captain. "Of course," Pilar went on lamenting, "he can't be as big as you are." Hercule? Poirot sighed. 。“ "So you like big men, Miss?" He asked. Pilar agreed. Oh, yeah. I like a man who is very tall, very burly, and very broad-shouldered, and very, very strong. Colonel Johnson said gravely, "Have you been with your grandfather much since you came here?" Pilar said,shuttle rack system, Oh, yes. I used to sit with him. He told me something-that he had been a very vicious man and all the things he had done in South Africa. "Did he tell you there were diamonds in the safe in his room?" 'Yes, he showed them to me, but they're not like diamonds-they're like pebbles-ugly-really. It's ugly. "So he showed it to you, didn't he?" Sugden said briefly. "Yes." "How many did he not give you?" Pilar shook his head. No,asrs warehouse, he didn't. I think maybe one day he will-if I'm nice to him and sit with him a lot. Because old gentlemen are very fond of young girls. Colonel Johnson said, "Did you know those diamonds were stolen?" Pilar's eyes went wide. Stolen? "Yes, do you know who might have taken it?" Pilar nodded. Oh, yes. She said. It must be Horbury. Horbury? You mean the male nurse? ?” "Yes." Why do you think so? "For he had the face of a thief: his eyes were like this, rolling round and round.". He walks lightly and listens outside the door. He is like a cat, and all cats are thieves. 'Well, 'said Colonel Johnson,' we'll put that aside for the moment. I understand that the whole family was in your grandfather's room this afternoon and said some-er-angry things. Pilar smiled and nodded. "Yes," she said, "it's very funny. Grandfather made them so angry! "Oh, you like that, heavy duty cantilever racks ,Teardrop Pallet Racking, don't you?" Yes, I like to watch people lose their temper. I like it very much. But in England they don't get angry as easily as in Spain, where they pull out their knives and shout and swear. In England they would do nothing but blush and close their mouths tightly. "Do you remember what they said?" Pilar looked hesitant. I don't know. Grandfather says they're not so good-they don't have any children. He said I was better than any of them, and he liked me very much. "Did he say anything about the money or the will?" "The will — no, I don't think so.". I don't remember. "What happened?" "They're all gone — except Hilda — the fat one, Davy's wife, who stayed behind." "Oh, is it?" "Yes.". David looked very funny. He was shaking all over. Oh! So pale. He looks as if he is going to be ill. "And then?" "Then I went to Stephen and we danced to the gramophone." Stephen? Farr ?” "Yes, he's from South Africa — he's the son of his grandfather's partner. He's also handsome, brown and big, and he has beautiful eyes." "Where were you at the time of the crime?" Johnson asked. "Where am I?" "Yes." I went to the living room with Lydia, and then I went up to my room to make up, because I was going to dance with Stephen. Just then, I heard a scream in the distance. Everyone was running. I was running, too. They're trying to break down my grandfather's door. Harry and Stephen are doing it together. They're both very strong men. "Is it?" "And then — there was a bang — the door fell — we all looked in, and oh, it was horrible — everything was knocked over and knocked down, and the grandfather was lying in a pool of blood, and his throat was slit, like this," she made a vivid dramatic gesture on her neck — "down to the end of the ear." She paused for a moment, apparently satisfied with her narrative. Johnson said, "Doesn't that blood make you uncomfortable?" She glared at him. No, why? There's always blood when people are killed. 。 Oh! There was blood everywhere. !” "Has anyone said anything?" Said Poirot. "David made a particularly ridiculous remark-what was it?" Pilar said? Ohh Yeah. God's mill — that's what he said "— she repeated again, stressing each word —" God —'s — mill — what does that mean? Mills are for making flour, aren't they? "Ah, I think there is nothing else now, Miss Estravados," said Colonel Johnson. Pilar rose obediently. She gave each of them a quick, charming smile. So, I'm leaving. She went out. 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