Chapter 15 Mrs Shura Tarbeck

Mrs. Shura Tarbeck, lived in an old, rather sloping little house next to the forest.The house is surrounded by tall thorny trees.On the gate, hangs the following sign: Widow Poltiwinkla Shura Tabek National test pass clairvoyance Card fortune telling?dream break palmistry Various other spiritual arts Meeting time Daily - according to the agreement On the bottom, about the width of your palm, there are notices painted in red. Mr. Dingbelmore rang the bell next to the courtyard door. Soon, the dog inside barked.It barked so fiercely that even the Minister of Police drew back, with his hand on his saber.

The Minister of Police was waiting for the widow Shura Tabek, and he couldn't help thinking that no one in this town had ever seen his wife. "That's because, during the day, Madam locked the dog in a nest similar to a sheep shed, and put it in the yard at night. What is admirable is that Madam paid the dog tax for this dog." Mr. Dingbermore waited a while, then rang the bell a second time, and then a third time.Could it be that Mrs. Shuro Tarbeck is not at home? "Come again in the evening..." Just as Mr. Dimbermer was about to leave, the door creaked, and Mrs. Shuro Tarbeck came shuffling into the yard.

In fact, it is most appropriate to call Mrs. Shura Tabek the chubby Mrs. Baker, because this person is round and chubby from top to bottom.Of course, the same goes for the face.She has a six-story chin, and her face is fat and drooping. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and she was still wearing floral pajamas, with curling papers hanging from her hair, and worn-out felt slippers on her feet. Every step she took was like a worn-out steam locomotive, breathing He gasped for breath. "Oh, it's you, Mr. Minister of Police! What do you want to do here?" Madam's words, as if spoken through a chimney, were low and dull.

"I want to talk to you about something. Can I come in?" "Please, please! Oh, please come in!" While the two were walking in the deserted yard, the dog barked again.That was no ordinary barking. "Be quiet, Basty!" said Mrs. Shuro Tarbeck, looking at Mr. Ding Beimer's face in embarrassment. "Forgive me. Basty is going to be excited about something." Mrs. Shura Tarbeck's room was dim, and there seemed to be a mysterious air floating in it.That's for the sake of clairvoyance, so we abide by the principle of must be dark - always keep the curtains closed during the day.

"Please sit down!" Mrs. Shura Tarbeck, light the candle standing in the middle of the table. The surface of the table was covered with all kinds of strange symbols.Stars of all shapes and sizes, squares or crosses, numbers or circles, and foreign characters which Mr. Dingbelmore could not read. "Don't smoke a cigarette?" The lady handed Mr. Dingbermore a small flat box. "No, no smoking—on duty, you don't smoke." "Then, you don't mind if I smoke..." As she spoke, the madam took out a thick, black cigarette from the small box, sniffed it, bit off the pointed end, lit it, and smoked vigorously.

"You have something to say to me?" "yes." Mr. Ding Beimo was going to talk about why he came, but Mrs. Shuro Tarbeck stopped him: "There is no need to talk. Well, please look this way!" The lady put the monocle on her right eye, pointed to the frame under the glasses and said, "If I listen to what you say, don't I have no need to ponder other people's thoughts? But please don't blink!" Hearing this, Mr. Ding Beimo felt that it seemed that Mrs. Shuro Tarbeck had peeped into his head, which was a little unpleasant, but he did as required. Fortunately, it was over in a while.

"I understand your worry." Mrs. Shuro Tabek said, "I will make you feel at ease. Please come to my house at half past eight tomorrow morning! For you, I specially set the alarm clock to eight ten Five points." "You mean..." Mrs. Shuro Tarbeck took a big puff of cigarette smoke and nodded. "Use the crystal ball." She said, "Use it, Huo Zhenbo will not be aware of it at all, and your children's movements, as if in front of your eyes, can be seen clearly. However, today I ask for your forgiveness." , I must get Basty some breakfast. Oh, listen, how poor he is, howling!"