Chapter 12 Chapter Twelve In Marquis Town

"You have just been implicated in a case," said Miss Templin regretfully. "My God, what a thrill, my dear!" She opened her big blue eyes and sighed softly. "A real murder!" said the young husband with emotion. "Kubbie never expected anything like this to happen," Ms. Templin went on. "He had no idea why the police called you. You know? You should use this incident." Caterina felt a little annoyed.People had just finished lunch, and Caterina began to look at the people around the table.Ms. Templin was thinking about her new plan again.Mr. Evans sat there stupidly, but Leisno seemed a little puzzled.

The police department did not ask Katerina to keep a secret, so she did not need to hide the truth of the incident from people.Of course, it would be better if she was kept silent. "Yes!" Miss Templin suddenly woke up from the dream. "Should do something, publish an article in the newspaper, a statement of a witness; maybe with a title like this: 'Talked to the victim, but don't know what's going on'—or, how?" "Cranky," Reynolds said. "You don't believe it?" Miss Templin continued singing. "Do you know how much the press will pay for a small report? Of course, it must be written by a man of noble birth. Of course you cannot take on the task, Caterina, and I am always ready for it. What do you think?"

"Let me do this trick, but I'm not interested in it yet." Katerina said bluntly. This flat refusal took Ms. Templin by surprise.She sighed, but still tried to find out more inside information. "You mean, the murdered lady was pretty good-looking, wasn't she? Who could it be? Didn't you take her name down?" "Someone mentioned it," Caterina said, "but I can't remember. You know, I was a little emotional." Ms. Templin's question touched a nerve.Reynolds was as sensitive as her mother, and she sensed her mother's intentions, so she invited Caterina to her room.They stayed in the room for a while.Before Caterina left her room, Reynolds said bluntly: "You don't blame my mother, she can dig her own grave for a penny or two."

When Reynolds returned to his mother's room, he found his mother and stepfather discussing the new arrival. "She was very pretty," said Ms. Templin, "even pretty, and well dressed." "Did you notice her eyes?" Cupid asked. "Forget it, don't worry about her eyes. Chubby, let's talk about important things now. She seems a little difficult to order and not very obedient. But she will not be stingy." "Mom, you're going to make a fortune, isn't that what you plan to do?" "She's my cousin," said Miss Templin gravely.

"Yes, it's your cousin," Mr. Evans, who was dozing off, woke up suddenly.He said, "Just call her Katerina." "It doesn't matter what you want to call her, Kewpie," said Miss Templin. "I'll call her Caterina, too, if you don't mind. Do you think she can play tennis?" "There's nothing to suggest that," said Miss Templin. "She's just a foster daughter. Ordinarily a foster daughter knits a little. Twisting wool and bathing puppies at best." "My God!" exclaimed Mr. Evans. "Is that really the only thing she can do?"

Reynolds returned to the room where Caterina was. "Is there anything I can do for you?" Reynolds asked.Caterina politely declined.Reynolds sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Caterina carefully. "You've come to us anyway, and why?" she asked at last. "It's very inappropriate for you to be with us." "I want to experience life in society." Caterina said. "Looks like you can't be that stupid," Reynolds said. "You're beautiful in that dress," she went on, with a sigh. "I don't need pretty clothes, I'm not trim. Pity! But I like to see other people in nice clothes."

"Me too, but nowadays I rarely have the opportunity to wear nice clothes. You live here, do you like this place?" Caterina asked. Reynolds carefully looked at Katerina's clothes. "I like you." Reynolds said suddenly. "Finally I have a chance to tell you to keep an eye on my mother. But it seems unnecessary. You are a frank and polite person, not clumsy... What's the matter?" From the drawing room came the musical voice of Ms. Templin: "Derek just called, Reynolds, and he said he'd come to our place for dinner tonight. Is that all right? Don't we have some turkey? But he doesn't like that."

After Reynolds calmed his mother down, he went back to Caterina's room and sat on the edge of the bed, a little angry with his mother. "I'd like Derek to come," she said after a while. "He will please you." "Who's Derek?" "Son of Lourdes Rakembry; married to a very rich American woman. His women are chasing him in droves." "why?" "It's more fashionable now. He's a pretty dandy, a dandy, and a good-for-nothing. But he's got a lot of women in his veins." "you too?" "I like him sometimes," Reynolds said, "but sometimes I want to marry a country priest and grow my cabbages in the middle of nowhere."

She thought for a while and then continued: "It's fun to be with Derek. The whole family will drink with him and then have a boring game, understand? In ancient times, people can lose palaces and wives. Derek can be a very good one." The bandit leader. Damn it!" She stood up and walked to the door, turning her head and saying: "If you're interested, come downstairs and have a look." When Caterina was alone in the room, she pondered. She did not feel that she was at home, but felt that the surrounding environment made her quite depressed.People here asked her about the events on the "Blue Express" in this way, which repeatedly stimulated her sensitive nerves.She thought seriously again about the lady who had been killed.She was very sorry for Ruth, though personally she did not like her very much.That insatiable, selfish nature repelled her.

The impression Miss Gray got when she left the ladies' box after her talk was that Ruth had made up her mind.But the exact meaning of this determination was not quite clear to her.However, death completely destroyed all her plans, and everything was in vain.How terrible!This journey on the train unexpectedly ended like this.Suddenly it occurred to her that she should probably report it to the police.This incident came to her by chance.What's the point?She was sure that a man had been in the dead man's box.Of course, it is also possible that that person lives in the box next door.The possibility of robbers on the railways doing crimes is simply non-existent.Then she thought again of that man, with whom she had met twice.Once at the Savoy Hotel and once at Corak Travel.Could it be that she made a mistake, that man never entered the box of the deceased, but entered his own box?It might be better not to report the matter to the police.Who can predict what kind of consequences will be caused once the report is made.

She was going downstairs to them.The blue waves of the Mediterranean Sea can be seen through the branches of the Albizia tree.When she heard Ms. Templin's words, she felt a burst of joy: after all, this place is different from Limaid Village. She put on her golden evening gown, looked around the front, and entered the hall with a feeling of timidity and shyness. The guests had gathered in the hall.Because Ms. Templin's voice was so loud, the others' voices scrambled indistinctly.Chubby hurried to Katerina, handed her a glass of wine, and then took her by his side. "You're here at last, Derek!" Ms. Templin screamed when a late guest entered the hall. "Now we can finally eat something, I'm starving to death." Caterina was taken aback.He is Derek!At the same time, she took another careful look, in order to confirm whether it was him.She saw that the man who had met her three times in a row met her again this time.He also seemed to recognize her.Suddenly he stopped talking to Ms. Templin, muttered to himself for a few seconds, and then resumed.During the meal, he sat with Caterina and smiled at Caterina. "I know, we'll get to know each other soon," he said. "I just didn't expect to meet on such an occasion. I'm beginning to believe in destiny now. Once at the Savoy Hotel, once at the Corrick Travel Agency, but everything is 'everything is three', and the third time is the best. You It's best not to say it now, I don't remember clearly. You said to her: We seem to have met before." "You really surprised me," said Caterina, "but today I want to meet you not for the third time, but for the fourth time. The third time on the Blue Express." "On the 'Blue Express'?" His expression suddenly changed.But he didn't show the slightest panic.His tone was still so calm, and he continued: "What's the matter with the rumors this morning? Did someone really die on the train?" "Yes," said Caterina slowly, "someone died." "People really shouldn't die on the train. I believe this has caused a series of international problems. The train has found a new excuse for its repeated delays." "Mr. Kettering?" a fat American woman sitting across from him said to Derek in her characteristic American accent that proved she was an American. "Mr. Kettering, it seems that you have completely forgotten me, but I still like you so much." Derek answered the fat woman's words with a good sense of humor.Caterina sat next to her but looked dumbfounded. Caitlin!Of course it was the last name of the victim.How bizarre and mysterious this is!He had been in his wife's box in the past night, and she was still alive when he said goodbye to his wife; but today, today he is sitting here peacefully, completely unaware of his wife's fate.There was absolutely no doubt here: he did not know that she was dead. A servant whispered something in Derek's ear and handed him a letter.He said "forgive me" and opened the letter.A look of intense despair came over his face, and he stared blankly at the ladies in the hall. "It is indeed a very strange thing. Rosalie (Rosalie is Miss Templin's pet name), I am very sorry that I have to leave you. The Chief of Police wants to see me. I don't know what it is." "Your crimes have been exposed to the world." Reynolds said with a laugh. "That's right," Derek said.Most likely it was a prank.But I have to go anyway.Otherwise the old fellow would never have bothered me while I was having such a big dinner.Therefore, it can be said that something serious has happened. He smiled and moved his chair back, stood up and left the hall.