Chapter 5 third scene

Now, all of them were crowded against the rear door, suffocating in the hot, humid air.When passing the conductor's seat, everyone punched, kicked, pushed and squeezed.Longstree, who was as tall as a tower, was the first to squeeze into the carriage. Qiaoli was squeezed away at this moment, and had to put down Longstreet's left arm, and could only desperately follow the crowd. The conductor tried to get the passengers into the car with his mouth and hands, but he had to struggle to close the folded yellow double door.A bunch of people crowded there at the back door, shaking the change in their hands, the conductor ignored no one, just closed the door tightly, and beckoned the driver to start the car.Some people who couldn't squeeze into the car were scattered on the spot in despair, already drenched.

Longstreet's body swayed with the tram, and he waved a one-dollar bill in his right hand, and passed it over the heads of other passengers to the conductor.The interior of the car was already quite stuffy, but even though all the windows were completely sealed to cut off the rain, the air humidity in the car was still very high, which made it even more breathless. While yelling, the conductor struggled for a long time before he got the money in Longstreet's hand.Passengers jostled each other, making Lonstree growl like an enraged bear. Finally, he got his change back and shouldered a bloody path to join his companions.In the middle of the car, he found Qiaoli and others. Qiaoli was holding his right arm tightly against him, and Lonstree was holding the ring to balance his body.

In the pouring rain, the trolley stopped and went toward Ninth Avenue, straining every foot in the chaos of traffic, roaring its engine. Lonstree's hand reached into his pocket and touched his glasses case. At this moment, he suddenly cursed and withdrew his hand quickly, and the silver glasses case was pulled out smoothly. Qiao Li asked, "What's the matter?" Longstreet checked his left hand in puzzlement. There were several spots of blood on the thumb and fingertips. He felt a little shaking in front of his eyes, his face was twisted stiffly, and his breathing made a slight whirring sound: "It must be Cut something. What the hell is it going to be..." His head began to cloud, and the trolley staggered to a stop suddenly, and everyone fell forward together. Instinctively, Lonstra grabbed the ring with his left hand , Qiaoli hugged his right arm tightly, and the tram suddenly stopped and rushed forward a few feet.Longstreet took out his handkerchief and pressed hard on the bleeding place, put the handkerchief back into his trousers pocket, then took out his glasses from the case, put the case back into his pocket, and took off the evening paper stuck under his right armpit, as if to Open it——suddenly, the whole person seems to be trapped in a thicker and thicker smoke.

The trolley stopped on Ninth Avenue, and the bustling passengers slammed on the closed doors, but the conductor shook his head. The rain was getting heavier, and the tram was slowly on its way again. Longstreet suddenly loosened the ring, and the unread newspaper fell to the ground. He pressed his hand on his forehead, gasped for breath, and groaned in pain. Qiao Li hugged his right arm in horror, begging for help. turned around and looked... At this time, the tram drove to the intersection of Ninth Avenue and Tenth Avenue. In the maze-like pile of cars, it still took a step, stopped, took a step, and stopped.

Lonstree gasped, his whole body jerked stiffly, his eyes were wide open like a frightened child, and, like a deflated balloon, he collapsed, sitting on the lap of the young woman in front of him. This girl has black hair and black eyes, and wears heavy rouge. She is quite beautiful. She is chatting with her male partner. Stray's weak arm, yelling angrily, "Hey, get up, where the fuck do you think you are?" But Lonstra slid off the girl's legs without responding, and fell heavily on the floor of the car. Qiao Li cried out in response. For a moment, the whole car was dead silent, and then all the passengers in the car were in a commotion, all craned their necks to look this way, and the group of Longstreet's companions began to squeeze over.

"What happened?" "It's Lone Street! He's down!" "Are you drunk?" "Hey, watch out—he's passed out!" Collins hugged Qiaoli who fell down in time. The young girl with heavy make-up and her thick flower protector were really frightened. Their faces turned pale and they couldn't speak. Looking at Longstreet on the ground, "God," she screamed suddenly, "who should think of a way? You, look at his eyes! He—he..." She was trembling Stop, and bury your face in your male partner's body. DeWitt stood aside in a daze, wringing his hands tightly. Ahan and Rhodes worked together to lift Lonstree's heavy body to the seat where the young girl had been. Longstreet lay down on the reclining chair. At this moment, Longstreet's eyes were open like dead fish, his mouth was half-opened, panting weakly, and white foam began to emerge from his mouth.

The commotion had spread throughout the car by this time, and after a loud yell, the passengers in the car cooperatively leaned aside to make way for a burly policeman with a police officer's epaulet on his sleeve, who happened to be in the same class. The tram, standing next to the driver's seat at the front door, the driver also stopped the car, and the conductor and the conductor squeezed over to find out. The police officer violently pushed away the crowd of Longstreet who was surrounded by him, and leaned over to examine the lying Longstreet. Longstreet's body twitched again, and then he didn't move again.The police officer straightened up and said gloomily: "Dead, it looks like!" As they spoke, they suddenly caught sight of Longstreet's left hand, and saw that there were more than a dozen wounds around the fingertips, and the blood cells had clotted. In small balls, and swollen, "Like murder, hey! You guys, don't come close."

The police officer looked at the group of people who were traveling with Lonstra with the eyes of the suspect, and they instinctively immediately gathered together into a pile, as if they were protecting each other against foreign enemies. The officer yelled, "Nobody get out of the car—you hear me? Stay where you are! Hey, you!" and he said imperiously to the driver, "You don't get out of the car either. Get back in your seat. The doors and windows are also kept closed—do you understand?” The driver was ordered to walk away, “And you, the conductor, you run to the corner of Tenth Avenue and find the traffic policeman on duty, and ask him to contact the district police immediately. If you want him to contact Inspector Sam of the Headquarters immediately, have you written it down? Wait——I will open the door, and I will not allow anyone to sneak away while opening the door."

The police officer personally took the conductor to the back door, pulled the lever to open the door, and immediately closed the door as soon as the conductor ran into the rain. The conductor rushed to Tenth Avenue, and the police officer gave the order to a tall and unremarkable man. : "You are in charge of watching, no one is allowed to touch the car door, you know?" The man nodded repeatedly as if honored, and the police officer squeezed all the way back to where Longstreet's body was. Behind the tram was a whole row of cars that could not move, and the impatient horn blared and cursed continuously, and the passengers on the car, who were half-frightened to death, could only look at the crowd of people outside.There was a face peeping through the rain-drenched car window when the tall, ugly man in charge of the gate yelled, "Hey, officer, there's a cop here who wants to get in the car!"

"Wait!" The police officer was worried, so he went to open the back door by himself and let a traffic policeman in. The traffic policeman saluted and said, "Officer, I am a police officer on duty on Ninth Avenue. I heard that something happened here? Is there anything wrong?" Where do you need my help?" "It seems that someone was killed in the car," the police officer closed the door, and made another face to the man watching the door, who tacitly agreed, "Of course I need your help. Inspector Mu, you go to the front door, make sure no one gets in and no one gets out, keep an eye on the front door."

The two walked together, the officer back at Lonstra's body, and the traffic policeman pushing his way to the driver's seat. The policeman with his hips akimbo looked at Longstreet: "Who was the first to find out?" The policeman asked loudly, "Who used to sit on these two seats?" The young girl and the middle-aged Italian man said at the same time, "One by one, You come first, what's your name?" The young woman was still trembling: "Emily Jewitt, I'm—I'm a stenographer and I'm coming home from get off work, and this man—he just fell on my lap, and I got up and made room for him. " "What about you, sir?" "My name is Antonio Fontana. I don't know anything. This—man fell down, so I got up and gave him my seat," replied the Italian. DeWitt stepped forward, and he looked very calm at this moment: "Officer, I know what happened better. This man's name is Harry Longstreet. He is my partner. We are going to a dinner together—" "Dinner? Oh?" ​​The police officer glanced at everyone maliciously. "Dinner, everyone eats and drinks together. It's a very friendly and pleasant kind of dinner, right? Mister, I think you should save your energy and go directly to the party later." Tell Inspector Sam, I see the conductor and one of our fellow policemen coming." As he spoke, the police officer immediately rushed to the back door. The conductor was banging on the door. The rainwater poured down from his visor like a waterfall, and a police officer stood beside him.The police officer still opened the door with his own hands. Likewise, he closed the door as soon as the two got into the car. The policeman made a salute: "Tenth Avenue Executive Police Officer Melo reports." "Very well, I am the Dafei police officer in the 18th district," the police officer said with a straight face, "Have you notified the headquarters?" "Yes, the provincial side has also contacted. Inspector Sam and the police officers in the district should be there at any time. The inspector has explained that the car should be driven immediately to the Green Line garage at the intersection of Forty-second Street and Twelfth Avenue. Go, he'll go straight there, and the inspector told no one to touch the body, and besides, I called the ambulance." "He won't need the ambulance thing, Molo. You stay here by the back door, and no one is allowed to leave the car." Officer Duffy turned around and asked the tall ugly man who had been a watchdog for a long time: "Brother, is there anyone who wants to slip? Has the car door been opened?" "No." Several passengers answered in unison like a chorus. Only then did Duffy walk to the driver's seat: "Hey, driver! Drive the car to the terminal immediately and park it in the Green Line garage, immediately!" The red-faced young Irish driver whispered, "Officer, but that's not our garage, we're Third Avenue, we don't—" "Stop talking! Just drive if you're told." Duffy yelled, and then turned his head to order the police officer on duty on Ninth Avenue, "You sound the siren and ask the car to give way. What's your name?" "Hittenfeld, 8638." "Hmm! Hittenfeld, you're guarding the front door at the same time. Did anyone want to get out of the car just now?" "Report the officer, no." "Driver, let me ask you, does anyone want to get out of the car before Hittenfeld comes?" "No." "Very good, let's go!" The trolley moved slowly, and Duffy came back to the body.Jolly was sobbing, and Plaque patted her hand to comfort her, while DeWitt stood upright in front of Lonstra with a wrinkled face, like a guard protecting a corpse. The echo rumbles as the trolley pulls into an empty New York Green Line garage.A large group of plainclothes police officers stood quietly, watching the cars drive in, and the heavy rain was still pouring outside the garage. Gray hair, a strong chin, a pair of sharp gray eyes - the face is so ugly that it is almost comical. This is a giant man. He patted the back door of the car with his hand, and the gatekeeper Mo Luo hurriedly shouted Duffy, Duffy came over and recognized the unique and huge figure of Inspector Sam at a glance. He hurriedly pulled the inner lever of the car, and the two-story doors folded open. The police officer waiting outside the car gestured before walking down the aisle. "Well, it was handled well," Sam seemed to be looking at the corpse casually, "Duffy, how did it happen?" Duffy whispered the report into Sam's ear, and Sam still had an indifferent expression on his face: "Lonstray, huh? That stockbroker...well, who's Emily Jewitt?" The young girl walked forward under the wings of the middle-aged flower protector, and the middle-aged man glared at Sam hostilely. "Miss, you said you saw this man fall, did you notice anything unusual before he fell?" "Yes," the girl said excitedly, "I saw his hand reach for his glasses in his pocket. He must have been hurt by something. I saw his hand was bleeding when he pulled it out." "Which pocket?" "The left pocket of his coat." "When did it happen?" "Uh, a little bit before the car stops on Ninth Avenue." "How long ago was it?" "Uh," the girl rolled her black eyeballs, "it took about five minutes for the car to get here again. And it took about five minutes for the car to start when he fell down, and this, it should only be a few minutes—— Three minutes—the time between when he hurt his hand and when he fell down." "Less than fifteen minutes ago, right? The left pocket?" Sam knelt down, took out the flashlight from the back pocket of his trousers, ripped open the left pocket of the deceased's jacket, and checked the inside of the pocket with the flashlight, and then, He grunted in satisfaction, put down the flashlight, replaced it with a large pencil sharpener, and carefully cut the seam on one side of the pocket. Then, with the flashlight, he could clearly see two items gleaming. Sam was not in a hurry to take out the things, and continued to examine them as they were. One was a silver glasses case. Sam studied it carefully for a while. Sam turned his attention back to his pocket again. The other object was a curious gadget, a small round cork about an inch in diameter, into which were stuck at least fifty of the usual sewing needles, each A needle was protruding from the cork for about a quarter of an inch, forming a delicate murder weapon of an inch and a half as a whole. A reddish-brown unknown substance was condensed on the tip of each needle. Sam inserted a knife into the cork and looked back and forth. The tip of the needle exposed on the other side of the cork was also condensed with a reddish-brown substance—a tar-like viscous substance. Sam took it to his nose and sniffed it vigorously: "It smells like moldy cigarettes," he turned to Dar Fei said. Duffy stood behind his shoulder and looked over his head: "Damn, I'd rather not get a salary for a whole year than touch this thing." Sam stood up, fumbled in his pockets, and produced a pair of tweezers and a pack of cigarettes.The cigarettes were poured out and put back in his pocket. He deftly held the needle on the cork with tweezers, carefully took it out of Lonstreet's pocket, and put it on the cigarette box that had just been emptied. Then, he whispered to Da After Fei said a few words, Duffy left immediately, and soon brought what Sam wanted—a newspaper.Sam wrapped it tightly in six sheets of newspaper and handed it to Duffy in its entirety. "Officer, this is no different from dynamite." Sam grinned and stood up, "You just hold it carefully like dynamite, and you are responsible for keeping this thing." When Duffy heard this, his whole body stiffened from nervousness, and he stretched his hands far away, as if it was safer. Sam completely ignored the eager gazes of Longstreet's group, walked straight to the front door, asked the driver and the passengers there, then went back to the back door, asked the conductor and the passengers there the same question, and finally, Back in front of Longstreet's body, he said to Duffy: "It's not bad, officer, since the dead bird on Eighth Avenue got on the bus, no ghost has gotten out of the car... In this way, you let Merlot and Shee Go back to Tanfield, there are enough people here, and ask the outside to set up a cordon to completely block this place, and all passengers will be cleared immediately." Duffy still held the deadly package like a god, and got out of the car through the back door. The conductor also closed the door tightly after Duffy got off the car. Five minutes later, the back door opened again. From the iron steps outside the back door to the stairway of the garage, the police and the criminal police stood in two rows. Sam asked the group of Longstreets to get out of the car first.A group of people got out of the car silently in a column, and were led directly to the reception room in the second arm of the garage. The door of the reception room was closed immediately, and a policeman stood guard outside, and two criminal police officers were sent inside to monitor. After Longstreet and his party got off the bus, Sam got off with all the other passengers in the command car, and they also lined up in a single file. The remnants of the defeated soldiers were in a long line, passing the same two lines of police officers. Go to another fairly spacious lounge on the second floor, and six criminal police officers are assigned to guard the room. Now, Sam was alone in the empty car—alone with the dead man who lay flat on the seat. He quietly looked at the twisted and deformed face. Under the direct light of the dazzling car interior, the dead man's eyes were still open, and the pupils dilated strangely.At this moment, Sam was awakened by the siren of an ambulance outside. Two young men in white rushed out of the car first, followed by a short and fat man with old-fashioned gold-rimmed glasses and a pair of grapes on his head. A farmer's gray cloth hat with the brim turned up at the back and the front hanging limp. Sam pulled the rear door lever and poked his head out. "Here, Dr. Schelling." The stocky figure, who was a medical examiner in the New York area, climbed onto the tram, panting, followed by two assistants.As Dr. Schelling bent over the dead man, Sam reached into the corpse's left pocket and took out the silver spectacle case. Dr. Schelling straightened up. "Inspector, where do you want me to deal with this hard thing?" "Second floor," Sam winked narrowly, "carry him to the reception room on the second floor, and continue the banquet with his group of friends, so," he added coldly, "isn't it fun?" When Dr. Schelling ordered two assistants to carry them, Sam got out of the car first, and he called a criminal policeman: "Deputy team leader, you go to do something right away, I want you to search me carefully from beginning to end. Go through this car, collect every piece of waste in the car. Then, follow the path that Longstreet's companions and other passengers walked, and search it for me in a carpet-like manner. I want 100% Sure, no fellow sneaks away anything. That's clear enough, Peabody, nice job, isn't it?" Peabody laughed and went away as ordered, and Sam called out again: "Officer, come with me." Duffy still held the murder weapon in the newspaper bag in fear, smiled feebly, and followed Sam without saying a word. Go up the stairs to the second floor.