Chapter 17 Chapter 1 Conclusion

Kara Limaqing raised her head, her eyes were full of doubts and pain.She pushed back the hair on her forehead in a weary gesture. "It's really confusing," she said. She pointed to the pile of reports, "Everyone's position is different, and they have different views on my mother, but the facts are the same, and everyone agrees with the facts." "After reading this, do you feel disappointed?" "Yeah, don't you?" "No, I think the information is very valuable—it tells me a lot," said Poirot in a slow, thoughtful tone. "I wish I hadn't read the reports," Carla said.

Poirot looked at her and said, "Oh—so that's all you have in mind?" Carla said bitterly: "They all think she is a murderer—except Aunt Angela, but her idea doesn't count, because she has no reason to support this idea at all. She is just the kind of blindly loyal person. Will say: 'Caroline can't be the murderer.'" "You think so?" "How else can I think? I now know that if my mother is not the murderer, then one of the five of them must be the murderer, and I even And figured out the reason for the murder." "Oh? That's interesting! Tell me about it." "Well, just some inferences, such as Philip Black, who was a stockbroker and was my late father's best friend. ──The late father may have trusted him. Artists are usually very careless about money. Maybe Philip Blake had difficulties and used my father's money. He may have my father sign some documents, but things will soon be exposed That's it - only my father's death could save him. I think it's a possibility." "That's a good reason, and what else?" "Well, Elsa next. Philip Blake says her Too straight-headed to think of poisoning, but I think it must be true. If the first mother told her, she didn't want to divorce the late father--not anyway. Whatever you think, but I think Elsa has Bourgeois notion, wanting to marry in a dignified way. In this case, Elsa is very likely to steal the poison - she and my mother had the same opportunity to do it that afternoon - to use the poison to get rid of my mother. I think this is very suitable Aisha's personality. But in the end, due to a terrible accident, Anya took the poison instead of Kai Ruolin." "It's reasonable to think, what else?" Cara said slowly: "Well, I think—maybe -- Meredith!"

"Huh - Meredith Black?" "Yeah, you know, I think he's kind of like a typical murderer. I mean, he's one of those slow, indecisive people that people make fun of, and maybe he hates it. First Father married the girl he wanted to marry, and he was successful and rich, not to mention that he did make those poisons! Maybe his purpose of making those medicines was to hope that one day he could kill people. He deliberately let others know that the poison was stolen In case anyone suspects him, he himself is the one most likely to take the poison. Perhaps he intended to have Kai Ruolin hanged after all, because she rejected his marriage proposal many years ago, and I think that in his report One thing is suspicious—he said that people often do things different from their daily habits, maybe he is referring to himself?" Hercule Poirot said: "At least you are right about this—it doesn't have to be Take what they say, maybe the person who wrote it was deliberately trying to lead people in the wrong direction." "Oh, I know, I've always thought so."

"Any other opinions?" Cara said slowly, "Before I read these reports, I thought about Miss William. You know, once Angela goes to school, she loses her job. If Anya dies suddenly, Angela probably wouldn't have had to go. I mean if Anya died of natural causes--I think if Meredy hadn't lost the acetidine, Anya could have easily died a natural death too. Something so obvious that someone might think it was heat stroke. I know that just losing a job is not enough reason for murder, but there are plenty of murders for ridiculously trivial reasons, sometimes just for a little money. And a middle-aged, perhaps incompetent governess may be overwhelmed for a while, feeling that he has no future at all, so--'I said, that was my thought before reading these reports. But Miss William seems completely Not that kind of person, she doesn't seem to be incompetent at all 'Yes, she is still very capable and smart." "I know, I can see it, and it seems very reliable, so I am very disturbed. Oh, You know, you understand, of course you don't care. You said it a long time ago. All you need to know is the facts, and I think we know the facts by now. Miss William is right, one must accept the facts, not because one wants to The story is a lie, and I will live my life on that lie. Well... I can accept the fact that my mother is not innocent! She wrote that letter to me because she was weak and unhappy and wanted to comfort me. I don't Maybe I should be happy to criticize her. I don't know how you feel about prison. I don't blame her--if she feels that she needs my father so badly, it's because she can't control herself. But neither do I. Blame my dad, I kind of know his feelings. He's so full of energy and needs everything...he can't help himself, God made him that way. He's a great painter - and I think for good reason There." She turned her excited red face, and looked at Hercule Poirot with her chin defiantly raised.Hercule Poirot said: "So—you are satisfied."

"Satisfied?" Kara Li Maqing's voice became high. Hercule Poirot leaned forward and patted her lovingly on the shoulder. He said, "Listen, you shouldn't give up when it's worth fighting for, and I already have a rough idea of ​​what's going on." Carla gazed at him, and said: "Miss William loved my mother very much, and she saw her forge false evidence of my father's suicide. If you believe her—" Hercule Poirot stood up, and said: "Miss, Just because Cecily Williams said she saw your mother forge Anya Currell's fingerprints on the beer bottle—note, the beer bottle—that's why I'm so confident that your mother didn't kill your father. "

He nodded and walked out of the room, leaving Kara watching his back with wide eyes.