Chapter 15 CHAPTER FOUR WORDS OF CECILE WILLIAMS

Dear M. Poirot: The following is the account of some of the events that I witnessed in September 19XX. I am very frank and have nothing to hide.You can take this report to Carla.It might hurt her, Claire, but I always think the truth should be told.One must have the courage to accept the facts.Without this courage, life is meaningless, and the people who hurt us most are the ones who keep us from knowing the truth. Believe me. Sincerely, Cecily William My name is Cecily Williams.In 19XX, I was forty-eight years old when I was hired by Mrs. Currell as tutor to her half-sister, Angela Warren.

I work in Oldbury, a beautiful place in south Devon that has been used by the Currels for generations, and I knew Mr. Lee, just met him in person for the first time. The Currell family consisted of the Currells, Angela Warren (she was thirteen at the time), and three long-serving servants. I find my students interesting and promising.She is very talented and it was a joy to teach her.She was a little wild and unruly, but these faults were due to her great energy, which I always like in students, and excess energy can lead to real success if trained and directed. Generally speaking, Angela is quite obedient, she is a bit spoiled—mainly because Mrs. Currell spoils her too much, I think Mr. Currell's influence is very bad, sometimes he indulges her very much, sometimes he Unnecessarily brutal with her, he is moody - probably due to so-called artist qualities.

I have never understood why a person who has no points in art has an excuse for lack of self-control. Personally, I don't appreciate Mr. Currel's paintings. I think the lines are wrong and the colors are too exaggerated, but of course they hired me. When I was called upon to express these opinions, I soon fell in love with Mrs. Currier.I admire her personality and her fortitude in dealing with life's difficult problems.Mr. Currell was not a faithful husband, and I think it caused her a lot of pain. Some other woman with a stronger personality might have left him, but Mrs. Currell never seemed to consider this course, She endured his infidelity and forgave him--but she didn't suffer it silently and meekly.She'd protest -- and furiously!

At the trial, I was told that they were arguing all day long, which I didn't think was too much, but they did argue, and I think that's a matter of course in that case. I had been at the Curriers for just over two years when Aisha Gurley showed up. She came to Audbury in the summer of 19XX.Mrs. Currell had never seen her before. She was a friend of Currell's first car. It was said that the purpose of her visit was to let Mr. Currell take a portrait of her. "Mr. Currell was clearly fascinated by this girl from the very beginning, and the girl herself did not stop him. I found her behavior very rude. She was hateful. She was rude to Mrs. Currell and blatantly. flirting with Mr. Currell. Of course Mrs. Currell didn't say anything to me, but I could see that she was troubled and unhappy, and I could only try to distract her and lighten her load. Miss Gray I pose for Mr. Currel every day, but I find that the progress of the painting is not fast, and they obviously have a lot of other things to talk about! One thing to be thankful for is that my students pay little attention to what is going on at home. From some On the one hand, Angela is not as old as she really is. Although she is quite well developed mentally, she cannot be called a precocious girl. Morbid curiosity. So she doesn't think there's anything inappropriate about the friendship between Mr. Currell and Miss Gurley. But she doesn't like Miss Gurley and thinks she's stupid. She's quite right about that. I guess Miss Gray may be properly educated, but I have never seen her read a book, is not familiar with current literary allusions, and besides, she is incapable of discussing any intelligent subject. Her thoughts are entirely on her own appearance, clothes, and men. I think Angela didn't even realize that her sister was not happy, and she wasn't very observant at the time. She spent a lot of time playing games, such as climbing trees, running fast Cycling etc. She is also a sentimental reader and shows a good level of appreciation for everything she likes or hates. Mrs. Currell always tries to avoid being unhappy in front of Angela , with a deliberate gaiety. Then Miss Gray went back to London—I can tell you we were all very happy. The servants didn't like her as much as I did. Another person who forgets to thank people. After a while, Mr. Currell also left. Of course I knew he was looking for the girl. I feel very sorry for Mrs. Currell, she is very sensitive about these things. I am very, very disgusted Hate Mr. Currell. There is no reason for a man to treat him badly when he has such a charming, elegant, and intelligent wife. In any case, she and I hope that this will pass soon. We have nothing to do with each other. Speaking of it, she knew how I felt. Unfortunately, a few weeks later, they both reappeared, and it looked like he was going to continue painting her again. Mr. Currell was now painting very feverishly, as if I pay more attention to the painting itself than to her. Even so, I know that this time the situation is different from the past. This girl has firmly grasped him with her claws, and is very serious. He has become her Prey. He died on September 18th. The day before his death, the matter finally came to a head. In the last few days, Miss Gray's attitude was unbearably arrogant. She was very confident and wanted to be sure of her own. Importance. Mrs. Currell behaved like a perfect lady, she was cold and polite, but she let the other woman know what she thought of her. We sat in the living room after lunch on the 16th of September.When she was in the room, Miss Gray said unexpectedly that she was going to redecorate the room when she settled down in Audbury.Of course Mrs. Currell couldn't let it go, and she also answered her in a challenging tone. Miss Gray was rude enough to say in front of us that she would marry Mr. Currell.She actually said she was going to marry a married man - and said it in front of his wife!I'm very, very mad at Mr. Currell, how could he let this girl insult his wife in his wife's living room?If he wants to go away with this girl, he should just leave, he shouldn't support her arrogant and rude attitude after bringing her home.No matter what Mrs. Currell felt.She has not lost her dignity.Just then her husband came in, and she asked him for proof.Of course he blamed Miss Gray for the situation.Not to mention anything else, at least he is in a disadvantaged position, and men don't like to be in a disadvantaged position because it hurts their vanity.He stood there, a tall man with a big head, but now he looked as cowardly and stupid as a naughty schoolboy.The one who could hold his head high was his wife, he just mumbled stupidly that it was true, but he didn't want her to know in this situation.I've never seen her look at him like that contemptuous look, she walked out without looking back, she was a beautiful woman - much more beautiful than that flirtatious girl - and the way she walked was a queen Same.I sincerely hope that Anya Currel will be punished for being so cruel and insulting to his long-suffering and noble wife.For the first time I tried to express my affection to Mrs. Currier, but she stopped me.She said: 'We'd better play it safe and we're all going to Meredith Black's for afternoon tea. 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So I said, "I think you're wonderful, Mrs. Currell." She said, "You don't know..." Before leaving the room, she kissed me back and said, "You are a great comfort to me." So she went back to her room, and I thought she must have cried. When they went out for afternoon tea together, I watched them leave.She wore a wide-brimmed hat, which she seldom wore, over her face. Mr. Currier is disturbed, but he has the audacity to bear it, Philip. Mr. Black tried to act as nonchalant as possible.That Miss Gray was as pompous and purring as the cat that snatched the cream jug!

They all went and came back around six o'clock.I didn't see Currel alone again that night.At dinner she was very quiet and collected, and went to bed very soon. "I don't think anyone but me knows that she is sad. Throughout the night, I only heard Mr. Currel and Angela arguing. The topic was Angela's old school problems. He was very angry and angry. Persistence, she is also very unbearable. The matter has been decided, and her clothes have been bought. Everyone else was affected as well. I was in a state of mind myself, so I didn't do my duty to stop her. At last she threw a bookcase at Mr. Currell, and ran out of the room. I followed, telling her sternly that she was acting too Childish, but she still couldn't control herself, and I thought it would be better to leave her alone. I hesitated to go to Mrs. Currel's room, and finally I thought it might piss her off. I always regretted it later I didn't get over my shyness and insisted on talking to her. If so, maybe it would have been different. You know, she didn't have anyone to talk to. As much as I appreciate self-control, I have to admit, regrettably, Sometimes it's not good to be too self-controlled. It might be better to let your feelings come out naturally. I met Mr. Currel on my way back to my room, and he said good night to me, but I didn't answer. I remember the next day was fine, When I woke up, I felt that in such a peaceful and peaceful environment, everyone must be rational. Before breakfast, I went to Angela's room to check, but she had already got up and went out. I picked her up and dropped it on the floor I took a torn dress downstairs and asked her to mend it after breakfast. But she had already had breakfast and went out. After I finished eating, I went around looking for her, so I didn't talk to Corell that morning. Mrs. together. Anyway, I feel it's my duty to find Angela. She's naughty and stubborn, and won't mend her own clothes, and I don't want her to defy me for that. Her bathing suit She was not in the room, so I went to the sea to look for her. But I still didn't see her, and I thought she might have gone to Mr. Meredith Black's. They were very good friends. She, in the end, returned empty-handed. Mrs. Currel, Mr. Meredith Black, and Mr. Philip Black were all on the balcony. It was very hot in the windless place that morning, and the room and balcony were relatively cool. Currel The lady asked if they wanted a cold beer. There was a victorian conservatory next to the house, and Mrs. Currell didn't like it, and didn't use it for flowers and plants, just used it as a bar room or something, and kept a lot of drinks on the shelves , such as gin, lemonade, etc. There is also a small refrigerator, which is filled with ice cubes every morning, as well as some beer and soft drinks." Mrs. Currell went to get the beer, and I went with me.Angela just took out a bottle of beer from the refrigerator.

Mrs. Currell, who was walking ahead of me, said, "I want a beer for Anya." I don't know now if I should be suspicious, I'm almost sure her voice is perfectly normal.I must admit, though, that my attention was on Angela, not her.Angela was standing by the fridge, and I was glad to see her blushing a little bit like she had made a mistake. I was tough on her, but she was surprisingly compliant.I asked her where she had been, and she said she was going to sunbathe. I said, "I didn't find you by the sea." She smiled.I asked her where the sweatshirt was, and she said it must have been forgotten by the sea.

I mention these details to illustrate why I left Mrs Currell alone to take the beer to Batley Park. I don't remember much of the rest of that morning.Angela brought her pin pads and mended the skirt obediently without raising any objections.I think I probably mended some of the clothes at home too.Mr. Currell didn't come up to lunch, and I'm glad he at least knows the rules. After lunch, Mrs. Currell said she was going to Batley Park, and I wanted to go to the beach and get Angela's sweatshirt back, so I went with her.She came into Batley Park and I was about to turn to leave when she called me, I told you when you came to see me, she told me to go up and call, I met Meredith Black on the way Give him the task, sir, and return to Mrs. Currel.

I said the same thing to the police and the magistrate. What I am going to say next, I have never told anyone.I didn't give dishonest answers to any of the questions asked of me by either side of the court, but I did hide one fact -- and I don't regret it.Even if the old things repeat themselves, I will still do it.I know that talking about it now will probably get me reprimanded, but after thinking about it for a long time, no one will take it seriously--especially if Caroline Currel didn't My testimony has also been convicted. Here's what happened. As I said, I ran into Mr. Meredith Black on my way to the telephone, and having explained to him, I ran back as fast as I could.I wear sandals, and I've always walked lightly.I walked to the open Batley Park gate and saw this: Mrs. Currell eagerly wiped the beer bottles on the table with her handkerchief, and when she was done, took her dead husband's hand and stamped her finger on the beer. on the bottle.During this period, she has been paying attention to the sounds around her, and has remained vigilant.From the look of fear on her face, I knew the truth.

So I found out by accident that it was Caroline Correll who poisoned her husband.I don't blame her for doing this, it's him who pushed her to this point, and it's his own fault. I never mentioned it to Corell, so she didn't know I saw it. Caroline Correll's daughter can't live a life of lying.No matter how painful it would be for her to know the truth, it was best if she knew it. Tell him that I don't think her mother's behavior can be judged by common sense. She was forced to walk down a path that every woman with true love can't bear.Her daughter should appreciate and forgive her.