Chapter 5 Section 5

Jane Gray found Norman Gale by her side as she left court. "I don't know why the judge didn't accept the first ruling," he said. "Let me tell you," a voice said behind him.They looked back, and Mr. Hercule Poirot was winking at them. "That ruling is very against me." "Oh, is it?" Jane said aloud. "I just heard someone say: 'That foreigner did it.' The jury thought so too." Jane didn't know if she should offer him something comforting, or just laugh it off.M. Poirot responded with a sympathetic smile. He said, "Okay, goodbye, I have to work to protect my name." He smiled and nodded and left.

Gale said, "He claimed to be a detective, and he didn't know how to be a detective, and the criminals recognized him from a long distance." "I think your idea of ​​a detective is outdated," Jane said. "They don't have to wear fake beards to disguise themselves. These days, they sit in their offices doing psychoanalysis." They both laughed for some reason. "Oh, by the way," Gail said quickly, his cheeks flushed slightly, "I don't know... If you don't mind... I would like to treat you to tea? We are all innocent compatriots..." Gail Jane's self-possession was accentuated by her embarrassment.

"Thank you very much. I would like tea, too." They came to a tea house, and the waiter came to serve with a straight face.Not many people drink tea.Jane took off her gloves and looked at Gale across the table.He is handsome, with blue eyes and a smiling face. "It's a strange murder case," Gail said hastily. "But from the perspective of my work, I'm a little worried." "Oh, I haven't thought about that." Gail replied. "Anthony may be reluctant to continue hiring someone who has been implicated in the murder." "People are weird animals," Gale said. "Life is unfair. And it's not your fault."

"Oh, that's just my worry," Jane reminded him. "There's no need to make a fuss about something that didn't happen. I might be the murderer anyway, and no one would want a murderer to do his hair." "Anyone can tell at a glance that you won't kill." Gail said, looking at her enthusiastically, "I swear you're not a murderer." "I swear you're not a murderer, too," said Jane, "otherwise your patients wouldn't come to your door." "My patient? Yes!" Gail said thoughtfully. "The dentist is a murderer? No! Then he has a very bad future." He paused and changed the subject: "You think Pinett How about it?"

"A lot of fun." "Been there before?" "No—" Jane suddenly remembered her unexpected victory in the casino, and she also tried to find other topics.But after a while, Gail brought up the murder again. "Jane—let me call it that, who do you think the murderer of this Giselle was?" "I really do not know." "Have you thought about it?" "Oh no. I was just worried about my situation and I didn't realize the killer was on the plane until today." "Yes, the judge has made it very clear. I believe that neither you nor I are the murderers. Someone else must have done it, because I have been watching you."

"Yes," said Jane, "and for the same reason I believe it was not you who did it. It must have been someone else. But who it was, I have no idea." Norman Gale shook his head, as if he was in deep thought. "We haven't seen anything unusual, at least I haven't." "Me neither," Gail said. "This is so weird. I bet you didn't see anything, because your face was facing forward. But me, I'm facing back, I should—" Jane stopped, her face flushing a little.She remembers keeping her eyes on a blue jumper and her mind always thinking of the man in the jumper.

Norman Gale was thinking, "Why is she blushing? She's charming, and I'm going to propose to her. Yes, I... But don't push yourself too far, you'll have to find an excuse to see her more often, like this murder case... " He raised his voice, "We can think about it now, and think about everyone. Flight attendant?" "No," said Jane. "I agree. The woman across from us?" "Mrs. Hobrey's kind doesn't kill. What about Miss Kerr? No, how could a country bumpkin kill an old French woman?" "And the man with the beard? The jury thinks he's the prime suspect, but the judge disagrees. And the doctor? He doesn't look like him either."

"If he was a murderer, he wouldn't have left these marks." "Yes," Norman was still a little skeptical, "it's hard to say whether this poisonous needle really exists. So, what about having a successful team of short men?" "What's his name? Ryder?" "Yes, it could be him." "And two Frenchmen." "These two are the most likely. They have been to some strange places. The young man's face is unhappy, as if he is worried about something." "The murderer's worries are natural." Norman said seriously.

"He's kind, though," said Jane, "and the old fathers are kind. I hope it's not them." "It seems that we still have no results," Norman said. "We should know many things about the deceased to make a judgment, such as her enemies, who will inherit her property, etc." "But one thing is very clear," Gail said slowly, "murder doesn't just involve the victim, it affects the innocent. You and I are innocent, but the shadow of murder looms over us. Shadows will affect our whole life." Jane was originally a calm person, but at this moment she couldn't help shivering.

"Yes," she said, "you frighten me." "I was a little scared myself," Gale said.