"Murder on the Orient Express" screenplay
(Adapted from the novel of the same name by Agatha Christie)
(Camera record book)
Adaptation/(British) Paul Dan
Translated by Chen Duchen, Li Zhenglun
prelude
The black subtitles on the gold background are reflected in the melodious music: After the appearance of "Actors' List", the picture turns into a landscape shrouded in cyan clouds.
A beautiful white residence.
"New York, Long Island, Armstrong House. 1930"
The broken pieces of puppets and porcelain are reflected.
The same composition is presented in the form of still photos as news from the first page of the newspaper. The title of the "Daily News": "The young girl of the Armstrong family was kidnapped".
The picture turned again as if shrouded in cyan clouds, a man walking downstairs with a baby in his arms. The babysitter, who cut his hands upside down and sitting in a chair, fell to the floor.
The picture doesn't move, and the same composition becomes a photo published on the first page of the "New York Daily". The title is "Kidnapped in the middle of the night, Armstrong's house plunged into the abyss of terror".
A cloth-stitched bear fell to the ground from the baby girl who was taken away. The picture does not move.
The title of the "Daily Mirror" is shown above the photo of the same composition: "The Terror of Kidnapping Young Children".
The servant who was paralyzed on the ground after being slammed in the back by a kidnapper. The female chef saw this scene from upstairs and was so frightened that she covered her eyes with her hands.
The kidnapper got into a car parked at the back door.
The maid ran out from the back door of the house and chased the moving car.
The same composition became the photo published on the first page of "Political News".
The maid standing at the back door, her name is Paulette Michel.
The kidnapper's car that drove onto the road from Armstrong's backyard turned sharply, and the car on the opposite side fell into a ditch in order to escape.
The driver got out of the car and looked helplessly at the kidnapper's car running away.
"New York Herald Tribune" published a picture of a car falling into a ditch.
A group of journalists gathered in front of Armstrong's house.
A light plane landed on the lawn in front of the gate, and journalists gathered around.
Colonel Armstrong, wearing a white flight suit and a pair of flying glasses, walked off the plane and squeezed out of the crowd of news reporters with his wife in white. The subtitles screened: "Colon Hamish Armstrong", "Little Daisy's Mother, Sonia Armstrong".
Mrs. Armstrong walked holding her husband's arm.
The news reporter followed closely behind.
The same composition becomes a photo in the New York Times Magazine. The title is "Redemption of Hostages with Money".
The screen shows the first edition of The New York Times.
The picture of the baby girl was printed above: "Little Daisy was found dead."
The title changes from black to red.
Istanbul, day
The red car drove slowly through the crowd.
Subtitle: "Five years later, Istanbul, Asian part."
A tall woman with red hair got out of the car. The driver removed two large suitcases from the car.
Various labels are affixed to the suitcase.
The woman cleverly avoided the hawkers who came to peddle things, and walked forward flexibly.
In front is the pier.
She showed the ticket to the cabin attendant of the shipping company.
Cabin attendant: "Welcome, Miss Debenham."
Mary Debenham followed the footman carrying the suitcase and stepped onto the springboard to enter the ship.
A man watched Debenham as he came on board. He is the protagonist of the film, the famous Belgian detective Egul Boallo.
The ship boarded by Boalor and Debenham sailed through the Bospros Strait, which divides the city of Istanbul in northern Turkey into Asian and European parts, and then connected to the Orient Express, which will start from the European part of Istanbul. Depart from Central Station.
There is such a description in the original book. Detective Boalor and Mary Debenham set off from Aleppo, Syria, south of Turkey. After stopping for a while in Konya, southern Turkey, they both took the Tao that was connected to the ship in the Asian part of Istanbul. Ruth Express. The two observed each other in the car. At that time, Debenham's observation of Detective Bo'alor was expressed in a sentence: "How much his head is like an egg."
In addition, according to Christie’s "The Murder of Arkloyd" (1926), Bo'alo’s image is: "A bald head like an egg, only part of it has black hair, The two-handed beard is pretty, with a pair of watchful eyes."
The posture and appearance of Boalo, described from the hair and beard, are reproduced on the screen through the lifelike performance of Arbat Feni.
Boalo, who had boarded the ship one step earlier than Mary Debenham, sat side by side on a bench in the deck with a soldier who had come to see him off.
Farewell to Boalor is an important task for the soldier, because Boalor once handled a case related to the reputation of the British army for the British army stationed in Jordan. However, the Belgian detective is not easy to approach. The soldier who was struggling to find a topic was thinking while waving his cane unconsciously.
Soldier: "The Saint Sophie Monastery in Istanbul is beautiful."
Boalo: "Have you been there?"
Soldiers did not: "..."
A flock of sheep huddled by the water, and a tall man came across the flock.
He wears a pair of Tweed bloomers, a peaked cap, a large suitcase in his hand, and a golf equipment bag on his shoulder.
The cabin attendant looked at his ticket, but didn't know how to pronounce his name.
Tall man: "I'm Colonel Absnot."
Speaking of pushing away the cabin attendant, he strode onto the springboard and entered the ship.
Mary Debenham, who was sitting on the side of the boat, stood up and waved to him.
Absnot took off his hat, hugged and kissed her.
Mary: "Don't stay here, don't stay here. Wait until all this is over. When everything is over..."
There was a loud sneeze.
There was a staircase next to the place where the two of them hugged. On the top of the staircase was a long chair. Boalo sat there covering his nose and mouth with a handkerchief.
Mary: "That little one is a little weird."
Absnot: "It's a frog (referring to the French)."
The sun was about to sink, shimmering on the water, and the ship was sailing.
The dome of the mosque and the shadow of the minaret.
Hotel restaurant in the evening
A musician wearing a red jacket and a Turkish hat is playing the song "Good Ship Candy".
Japanese guests who are going upstairs.
A man with a mustache walked from among the guests. His name is Booker.
Booker spotted Boalo who was eating at a dining table, and raised his voice to greet him.
Booker: "(In Italian) Oh! I didn't expect to meet a friend here! (In French) Mr. Boalo. How is it (in English)? How are things going?"
Booker approached Boalo's table. Boalo also raised his voice unambiguously in response. The two embraced.
Boalo: "Excellent, I'm feeling bored."
Boalo tore the menu in his hand to pieces and threw it behind his back.
Boalo: "It's really unreasonable. The meat is roasted so hard, Jian Yi is like eating bamboo sticks and drinking this kind of wine. It's better to eat a bottle."
Boalo poured the coffee into the wine container.
Boalo: "The coffee is the same. Fortunately, I have already sent me back to London. I will leave tonight."
Booker: "Are you taking the Orient Express?"
Boalo: "Yes."
Booker: "Great! Travel with companions, I will find the best companion."
The two smiled knowingly.
The band played "Red Sails in the Evening".
Moments later, Boalo and Booker sat opposite each other on the same table.
The clerk at the hotel reception ran to tell Boalo.
Counter clerk: "I'm very sorry. It is said that the first-class sleeper tickets for any train have been sold out."
Booker: "The entire month of December?"
Help desk clerk: "Yes."
Booker: "It's because Bulgaria declared war on Turkey."
Booker stood up after speaking.
Booker: "I am the director of the railway company. This Mr. Egul Boallo is not only a world-famous detective, but also a friend of mine."
Service desk clerk: "Really. But..."
Booker interrupted the opponent and urged Boalo to leave his seat.
Booker: "Don't worry, there will be a way. Anyway, we still go."
Boalo and Booker who left the table were shot overhead.
The camera pulls away. The picture shows an old man sitting on a chair that can be seen downstairs by the railing on the second floor, smoking a cigar.
The old man put out his cigar, stood up, the young man who came with him put on his coat, and then left.
The band finished "Red Sails in the Evening".
Istanbul Central Station, night
Istanbul Central Station is called a station. In fact, the platform does not even have a raised area.
There was chaos on the platform, crowded with passengers waiting for the train, as well as shoe shine boys and hawkers targeting passengers.
Police officers on patrol; women with masks; men with luggage on their heads.
A jeweled old woman was pushing from the crowd on a wheelbarrow.
A group of people who look like the royal family of the Middle and Near East. There are also women with Japanese hairstyles, dressed in kimono-like clothes, standing aside.
Pierre, the flight attendant of the Orient Express, was standing by the door.
The old woman sitting in the trolley, Princess Dragomirov, and the maid Hildegard Schmitt, who was holding two alien dogs, walked into the carriage.
Princess: "You are Pierre..."
Pierre: "(In French) Your Excellency Madam, your room is number fourteen. (In German) Miss Humit, please go to room six."
The oranges used in the dining car were piled up like a mountain, and the flight attendant picked up one to taste.
The piles of oranges rolled all over the floor.
Count Andreney took his wife's arm and kicked the orange inadvertently and walked forward.
Pierre arranged sleeping berths for them in Hungarian.
Pierre: "Welcome. Please go to room twelve."
A woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat approached, seemingly dismissive of the surrounding vendors.
Pierre: "Mrs. Hubbard, it's a great honor to see you. Please go to room eleven. You must be very satisfied with this number."
Boalo and Booker walked together.
Pierre speaks Italian.
Pierre: "Chillor Booker! Hello. I have prepared the room number nine that you use frequently."
Mrs. Hubbard, who had already passed by, stopped.
Booker: "I heard it's full, isn't it."
Pierre: "It's hard to believe. It seems that the whole world is traveling tonight."
Booker: "I have to find a way to find a sleeper for Mr. Boalo anyway."
Pierre: "The Mr. Boalo you are talking about is the famous..."
Mrs. Herbard looked back, then turned and walked away.
Booker: "Not bad. He is still my friend."
A plainly dressed woman came to the three of them.
Woman: "Excuse me, I..."
Pierre: "(In Swedish) Ms. Olsson, welcome! Come to room seven, please."
Greta Olsson left the three of them unconsciously and was about to walk, when the handbag accidentally slipped to the ground, and the contents were scattered on the platform.
Greta hurriedly picked up what had fallen on the ground, and then looked for something in her handbag and pocket.
Pierre: "What is missing?"
Greta: "A small sign... That's an amulet... An amulet that can bring happiness... If you lose it, disaster will..."
Greta answered in clumsy, heavily accented English. A group of vendors gathered around and tried to sell their amulets to Greta, some of which were amulets of Greek saints, and some were amulets of Bodhisattva. Amidst the noise, Greta finally found his little sign. She left in a hurry.
Booker began to negotiate with Pierre again.
Booker: "Mr. Boallo needs to go back to London for urgent matters. It is a very important business. I must guarantee his arrival. A berth to Calais must be arranged."
Pierre: "But..."
Three new arrivals came here. They are: the old man who overlooked Boalo and Booker from the second floor of the hotel, the young man with him, and a male servant.
The old man said something to the young man.
The young man hurried to Pierre and talked to him stutteringly.
Young man: "Very, very sorry to interrupt your conversation. Please, may I ask Mr. Recht's sleeper..."
Pierre: "Ah, Mr. Recht. Please go to room ten. Mr. Bedes is the lower bunk of room one. Mr. McQueen is the lower bunk of room four."
Old man Recht, the servant Bedes and McQueen step onto the train.
Booker: "It's very cold here. It's not a good place to always stand here. Put Mr. Boalo in room sixteen. There are always vacant shops."
Pierre: "Room 16 has been occupied by Mr. Hardman."
Booker: "Then, in the name of the director, I order you to let Boalo and McQueen live in the same room, the upper bunk of room four."
Boalo, who tilted his neck and listened to their negotiations, stood up and stepped into the carriage.
Booker: "I will double the tip for you."
He said as he walked onto the train.
Recht's servant Bedes stood in the door of another car and watched their actions.
The food moved into the dining car is piled up like a mountain.
The waiter used a knife to pry open the shells of the clams to check for deterioration.
Orient Express, inside the car
Pierre walked down the aisle with Boallo and Booker's luggage. Boalo followed.
The aisle is inherently narrow, and it is more difficult to pass through after the door is opened.
Colonel Absnot stood at the door of his room.
Princess Dragomirov stayed in the room.
Mrs. Herbard opened the door abruptly and looked at it. The door almost touched Boalo's nose.
Mrs. Hubbard: "My husband is Hubbard, my husband who married for the second time. If he sees this, he doesn't know how he will feel. There is no place to put cosmetic bags, nor in cold water. Put the ice. But when you turn on the hot water faucet, it's so hot it can burn you to death. It really makes you unable to say."
Boalo: "That's it."
Boalo squeezed past Mrs. Hubbard with his arms akimbo.
Mrs. Herbard’s next door is Recht’s room.
Pierre knocked on the fourth door.
McQueen poked his head out, hurriedly spoke up in English, and later switched to French.
McQueen: "Oh, you probably went to the wrong room."
Pierre ignored Boalo’s luggage and walked straight into the room, placing it on the upper bunk.
Pierre: "I'm sorry, but the sleeping berths elsewhere are full. Mr. Boallo has to live here."
After Pierre walked out, Boalo entered the room.
Pierre: "Your bunk is on the upper floor. You will be driving in a while."
Boalo: "(To McQueen) Excuse me, please take care. Fortunately, it only takes one night to arrive in Belgrade..."
McQueen: "Really. Oh, oh, Belgrade."
The whistle honked.
The camera moved to photograph the dark green car body of the Orient Express with a yellow line, and instead photographed the front part of the train and the locomotive.
The platform was brightly lit, and the Orient Express began its journey across Europe to the terminal station of Calais in France.
Boalo and Rechet
In the dining car the next morning.
Passengers choose their seats and sit down to dine.
Boalo and Booker sat face to face at a table.
Booker: "The food here seems to be better than the hotel, what do you think?"
Boalo: "Completely agree. I really want to take a menu as a souvenir."
Recht read the list in his hand attentively, without even noticing that the waiter put soup on his plate.
Recht: "Hecht, I remember that I ordered three 13th-century Islamic ceramics and six cups. But only five cups were received, and one of the ceramics was missing. You will send a telegram as soon as you arrive in Belgrade. ask a question."
McQueen: "Yes."
Recht: "What's the matter, you feel very tired?"
McQueen: "I didn't sleep well last night."
Recht: "Why?"
McQueen: "The Belgian in the upper bunk really snored..."
Recht: "Really. Do you still have letters to answer?"
McQueen: "Yeah. There's another letter from without a signature..."
Recht: "If you don't sign the letter, you won't be able to reply to it. Hecht, you go to sleep before the Belgian comes back."
McQueen, who was still dining, wanted to say something, but Recht's expression made him no longer want to say anything. He got up and left the table.
McQueen walked to the glass door of the dining car and looked back at Recht's back, muttering something.
Recht's servant Bedes sat at the same table with the American Hardman and the American Forscarelli of Italian descent.
Hardman: "Oh. This is Hardman. Call me Dick."
Foscarelli: "I'm Foscarelli. Just call me Dino."
After the two introduced themselves, they turned their faces to Bedes, who was sitting across from each other, as if they were saying, this time it's yours.
Bedes was still sitting upright, then introduced himself:
Bedes: "My name is Bedes. Just call me Mr. Bedes."
Count Andreney and his wife sat at a table by the window.
The earl kindly took care of the unwell countess.
Boano (voice-over): "The three-day journey brings together people who don’t know each other, and we all live together."
The countess stood up and walked out of the dining car, and the count hurried to catch up. Boalo and Booker looked in silently.
Booker: "It's so jealous."
Boalo: "Madam looks like an Englishman, is her husband also an Englishman?"
Booker: "No, no. They are from Hungarian giants. If you look at her more, it will cause international problems."
Boalo: "Maybe so. Fortunately, they are not young anymore."
Booker laughed.
The dining table of Mary Debenham, Mrs. Herbard, and Greta Olsson.
The waiter handed the head to Mrs. Herbard.
Mrs. Hubbard: "My second husband often reminds me that when changing money, it must be changed to U.S. dollars, or at least to pound sterling. But look at what it is, it's all Greek drachmas."
Greta: "Forget it, what use are you saying."
Mrs. Hubbard: "My second husband also said this:'As long as there is a meal coupon, it doesn't matter where you go.'"
Greta stood up.
Mrs. Hubbard: "What's more, a 10% tip is also charged here!"
Greta left her seat.
Mary: "Alsson is not feeling well, saying it is a headache. Please allow us to go back to the room and rest first."
Mrs. Herbard: "Please. I have aspirin. Foreign medicine is not reliable."
Booker probably realized that Mrs. Hubbard was likely to chat with him after the two of them left, so she got up and went away.
Only Boalor was left, and Mrs. Herbard came and sat down in front of him.
Mrs. Hubbard: "What's the matter with that person? Probably it's motion sickness."
Boaluo: "Greta Garbo once said this:'Leave me alone'."
Mrs. Hubbard was speechless, smiled and got up to leave.
Princess Dragomirov throws food for the two dogs.
Waiter: "What dinner will I prepare for you tonight?"
Princess: "Steam the flat fish, add some fresh potatoes; let's have another green vegetable salad, don't dip it in the sauce."
Boalo concentrated on drinking a small glass of mint liqueur from the straw.
When he was about to leave after drinking, Recht greeted him.
Recht: "Sorry, let me use the match."
Boalo took the match from his pocket and put it on Recht's table.
Recht: "Thank you. My name is Recht. I want to talk to you."
Boalo: "I have something to talk about? Oh, that's it. No wonder you borrowed a match from me just now, and you gave it to you. It's useless. It seems that borrowing from the fire is false, and trying to find a chance to speak is true. Anyone will come like this. Judgment."
Boalo danced and uncovered Recht's secrets. He wanted to express his views in a gentle and polite manner, but the result was counterproductive, the more he spoke, the louder he was.
Boalo asked Recht, who was smiling all over his face, to sit down and sit opposite him.
Recht: "You have good eyesight. But, Mr. Boiro..."
Boalo corrected Rechet's pronunciation.
Boalo: "It's Boalo."
Recht: "Yes, yes. Mr. Boalo, I have one thing that needs to be dealt with right away, I want you to do it. I can give you enough compensation."
Boalo: "What kind of job is it. Since it's called a job, how can I do it?"
Recht: "Mr. Boalo. I am a rich man. It is inevitable that a person of my status will have enemies."
Boalo: "Is there only one enemy?"
Recht: "What do you mean?"
Boalo: "I mean, there may be more than one enemy for someone like you."
Recht: "Oh, that's what it means."
Boalo: "What is your occupation?"
Recht, who had relaxed for a while, became tense again.
Recht: "I have retired."
Boalo: "What about before retirement?"
Recht: "Businessman."
Boalo: "There are also various kinds of industrialists."
Recht: "Operating children's products. These are not important, the problem is my safety."
Boalo: "Your life is in danger?"
Recht: "Having been threatened. Just ask my secretary and he will show you those threatening letters."
Recht took out a small pistol from his jacket pocket and showed Boalo.
Recht: "Always put it under the pillow when you sleep."
After speaking, he put the pistol in his pocket again.
Recht: "Mr. Boylo, give five thousand dollars in honorarium, what do you think?"
Boalo shook his head.
Recht: "Then, give ten thousand."
Boalo still shook his head.
Recht: "Fifteen thousand."
Boallo: "Mr. Recht. My money is enough to meet my needs and random expenses. I currently only accept cases that I am interested in. To be honest, your situation does not attract my interest at all."
Boalo got up from his seat.
At that moment, the train entered the tunnel, and when the lights in the carriage were turned on, Recht was nowhere to be seen, the dining car door was open, and the sound of Kada Kada was rubbing on the rails.
Belgrade station, night
The Orient Express stopped on the platform.
After taking the telegram, McQueen walked out of the box office and returned to the car.
Boalo passed by.
Pierre: "Mr. Boallo. Mr. Booker's luggage has been moved to the regular sleeper compartment. He gave you his room."
Booker appeared where the two carriages were connected.
Boalo: "Can you sleep well there?"
Booker: "Don't miss me. You are going to England. Before the train reaches the terminal of Calais, you need a room to rest well. There are no other guests besides a Greek doctor."
Boalo: "Thank you."
Booker started from this station, got into the sleeping berth of the adjacent ordinary passenger car, and Boalo returned to the original carriage.
The Orient Express is on the road again.
Murder
Boalo, in his nightgown, stopped Pierre who was walking down the aisle.
Boallo: "Pierre, do you have clean towels?"
Pierre: "Yes."
Boalo: "Who is next to me?"
Pierre: "On the left is the Swedish Ms. Olsson in the seventh berth, and on the eighth is Ms. Debenham. The tenth room on the right is Mr. Recht."
Boalo: "Which number does Mrs. Hubbard, who can talk about, live? I really want to get a good night's sleep tonight."
Pierre: "Living next door to Mr. Recht, room eleven."
Boalo: "I think it's too close."
Boalo and Pierre looked at each other and smiled.
When Boalo turned around and was about to return to his room, he passed by Bedes Sassafras. Bedes is holding a tray with medicines in it.
Boalo: "I'm sorry."
Bedes knocked on Recht's door.
Recht: "Who."
Bedes: "It's me. I'm bringing you medicine."
Bedes walked into Recht's room and put the dish containing sleeping pills on the table.
Recht was sitting on the bed in his nightgown and reading the newspaper.
Recht lowered his head as if dismissively and asked:
Recht: "A few pills."
Bedes: "As you ordered, two pills."
Recht: "Okay."
Bedes picked up the water bottle.
Recht: "Leave it there. Go back and tell McQueen to report the full text of the telegram from Belgrade."
Bedes: "Yes."
Bedes came out of Recht's room and knocked on McQueen's door.
Bedes: "I call you."
Bedes threw the towel he was carrying on a small table in the aisle and hurriedly walked into his room.
Boalo was seriously preparing for bed in the room.
The neatly combed hair is buckled with a hairnet; the beard is also protected, for fear that the well-trimmed beard will get messed up when sleeping; wipe your hands with cold cream.
There was a knock on the door of Rechet's room next door.
Recht (voice-over): "Come in!"
Boalo put the newspaper on the bed and stared at the first page.
Boalo: "Good, good, good."
Boalo's fingers kept turning the newspaper pages.
Photograph of Count Andreney and his wife.
Boalo: "How beautiful!"
Boalo grabbed the white glove from the bed and put it on his right hand while humming the song "Red Sails in the Evening".
The furnace door of the machine room opened wide, and coal was poured in from the furnace mouth.
The Orient Express was running in the dark night.
Room nine.
Boalo was already asleep.
There was a man's sound like groaning and shouting.
Boalo quickly sat up and turned on the light by his pillow.
There was a quick knock on the door.
Boalo turned over and got out of bed, opened the door and looked out the aisle.
I saw the conductor Pierre knocking on the door number ten next to Boalo.
The answer in French came from the room, and the voice was very unclear.
Voice: "Nothing. I'm having a nightmare."
Pierre: "Really? Mr. Recht, then you can get a good night's sleep!"
Pierre left and turned off the lights in the aisle.
Boalo also closed the door.
Boalo: "It's really called deathly silence."
The Orient Express was unable to move forward due to heavy snowfall, and the surrounding area was dark. It turned on the lights and stopped there.
Boalo leaned forward and looked out the window.
Boalo: "It's terrible!"
He went back to bed and turned off the light.
Boalo's sleep was disturbed again.
The woman's high-pitched voice made Boalo sit up from the bed again.
Mrs. Hubbard, the passenger in room eleven, opened the door and was telling Pierre.
Mrs. Hubbard: "So I said there was a man hiding in my room. I found someone as soon as I woke up. And I know who it is. Before I went to bed, I went to the wrong room and pushed open the door next door. Guess what the man named Recht said? He said, "Didn't I tell you, if you are twenty years younger, please come in." He is not kidding. I was fifteen twenty years ago."
Boalo sat on the bed and checked his watch.
Pierre: "In any case, please ring the bell."
Pierre walked away.
Mrs. Herbard closed the door.
Boalo thought that he could sleep peacefully this time, but he didn't expect the door to be hit by something again, and he woke up from his dream for the third time.
Boalo jumped out of bed.
Boalo: "What is it!"
Boalo opened the door and glanced left and right, and found that there was a woman-like figure walking with her hips twisted in the right aisle, with cloth wrapped around her head and a crimson dressing gown embroidered with a dragon.
At the end of the left, there is a table, and Pierre sitting at the table does not seem to notice the person who disturbed Boalo's dreams.
Boalo: "(In French) It's going to scare people out of nerves!"
Boalo went back to bed.
This time he slept peacefully until dawn.
discover
Early in the morning, the Orient Express was still parked at the same spot as it was last night.
Bedes, neatly dressed, knocked on Recht's door with a plate.
Bedes: "Master, this is Bedes. You should take medicine."
Knocked on the door again, but there was still no movement.
Boalo opened the door and looked around.
Pierre came over.
Boalo: "Use the spare key to open it!"
Under the witness of Boalo and Bedes, the door was opened, but the chain was still buckled inside.
Pierre broke the chain and the three broke into the room.
Recht fell on the bed with his eyes wide open, the blanket neatly covered his jaw, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth.
Bedes is holding an empty tray, the medicine in the tray has been scattered on the ground.
Boalo: "Don't touch it with your hands! Go call Booker and the Greek doctor."
There was an ashtray on the small table next to Rachet's bed. There are leftover cigars and burnt paper inside. There are also water bottles, glasses and medicine bottles on the table.
The dining car was full of passengers.
Passengers who had delayed their journey due to the train's obstructions questioned Booker, the director of the railway company.
Colonel Absnot: "Did you telegram?"
Booker: "The telegram fails."
Mrs. Hubbard: "Why don't you signal the flare?"
Booker: "This is a train, not a ship."
Debenham: "Where is the exact position now?"
Booker: "Between Wenkov Qi and Broad."
What Booker told was the names of Yugoslavia near the Hungarian border.
The train stopped in the middle of the line that crossed the Bulgarian border into Yugoslavia and then into Italy.
Colonel Absnot: "Yugoslavia. What a terrible place to stop."
Greta Olsson: "Everything is God's will. I believe that we will be able to tide over the difficulties smoothly."
McQueen: "How long does it take?"
Booker: "If the station master at Broad Station finds that the train hasn't arrived..."
Pierre walked into the dining car.
He greeted Constantine, the Greek doctor sitting at the table.
Pierre: "Doctor. Mr. Boallo invites you to come."
Doctor: "Okay."
Pierre: "Mr. Booker, too."
Booker and the doctor said goodbye to the traveler and left with Pierre.
Greta: "You should ask God for forgiveness."
Humit: "(In German) Mrs. Princess should be notified."
Humit went.
Commission
Pierre, Booker and the doctor walked into Recht's room.
Bedes reminded everyone to pay attention to the broken glass in the ground, and then walked out of the room.
The doctor squatted in front of the bed to examine Recht's pupils.
Doctor: "The pupils have not been completely dilated yet. It seems that I have taken some medicine."
Boalo: "What kind of medicine is it?"
The doctor pointed to the glass next to the pillow, ready to get it, but Boalo hurriedly stopped.
Doctor: "There is a smell of Deergrass. Deergrass itself is not poisonous. I am afraid that some other things have been added. Let the eyes of the dead be closed?"
Booker: "Yes."
The doctor squatted and closed Recht's eyelids.
Doctor: "Why is there so little blood. Can I uncover the felt and see?"
Booker: "Yes."
Uncover the felt, revealing Recht's chest in pajamas. There are blood oozing in several places near the chest.
Doctor: "I was stabbed twelve or three times."
Booker: "My God!"
Boalo: "If you want to vomit, go outside."
Pierre helped Booker into the aisle.
Doctor: "There is something in your pocket."
Boalo took two steps forward, touched the chest pocket of Rechet's pajamas, carefully took out a pocket watch, and then took out a handkerchief from his pocket and placed the watch on it.
Doctor: "The time to die is..."
The doctor checked the dial on the watch.
Doctor: "The time of death is between midnight and two o'clock."
Boalo: "It's this time. I heard his shouting and the time he called the flight attendant before 1:20.... Pierre came to ask him, and he said he had a nightmare... Later, I heard the sound of Xian's washbasin. That's all I heard."
Boalo stared at the half-open window.
Boalo returned to his room and talked to Booker alone.
Booker: "It's all up to you. Everything is up to you."
Boalo: "How about calling the police from Yugoslavia?"
Booker: "That won't work. In this way, the passengers will be checked. You must solve this case. When you arrive in Broad, I mean, if you can get there, everything will be cleared out and reported to police."
Boalo: "How about the investigative office located in the dining car near the ordinary sleeping berth?"
Boalo asked with his arms around Booker's shoulders.
Booker: "It's all you need to listen to."
Boalo: "Please give me a list of all sleeper passengers and a floor plan of the car."
Booker: "I'm going to prepare now."
Boalo: "And their passports."
Booker: "Does it include mine? I'll go and notify them."
Booker walked out of the room.
Interrogation by Boalo
Boalo questioned the doctor in the aisle.
Boalo: "Are there any passengers in other cars?"
Doctor: "Only me and Booker in the ordinary sleeper compartment."
Boalo: "In this way, the problem lies in our carriage!"
Doctor: "From my layman's point of view, the murderer may be among us."
Booker returned to the dining car and began to speak to the noisy passengers.
Booker: "You guys, stop arguing. Please be quiet. Please tell Boalo what you think."
Greta: "It's terrible! God doesn't agree to murder."
Starting from the princess, all passengers are present.
McQueen: "Why don't you tell me the man who traveled with him in the first place?"
Mrs. Herbard: "I am the closest to the dead."
Booker: "You said you saw a man, can you point out who is the murderer?"
Mrs. Hubbard: "I haven't said that. There is indeed a man in the room. But the room is dark and I can't see anything. Besides, I'm scared and keep my eyes closed."
Booker is: "Then how do you know a man?"
Mrs. Hubbard: "Because there were two as my husband."
Booker: "That is to say, you can know even with your eyes closed?"
Mrs. Hubbard: "That's not it."
Pierre handed everyone's passports to Booker.
Mrs. Hubbard: "Because I smell a pipe."
Pierre: "Mr. McQueen. Mr. Boallo wants to take up your time..."
McQueen followed Pierre out of the dining car.
Mrs. Hubbard: "Maybe I came to my room to kill Recht. Can't you judge this way?"
The princess who was listening silently interjected in a majestic and fierce tone in broken English.
Princess: "I can only think that this person wants to walk through your room."
Boallo stopped Pierre who was leading McQueen through the aisle.
Boalo: "Pierre, I ask you to do something. Can you find an old hat box. I guess there is it with the maid of Princess Dragomirov."
Interrogating Hecht McQueen
McQueen stood in Boalor's room.
Boalo: "Please sit down. Can you talk about everything you know."
McQueen: "Yes, of course. But first I want to know, you, ah, Mr. Boallo, what are you doing, and in what capacity are you investigating..."
Booker walked in and stood beside Boalo. The two of them stood, and McQueen sat.
Booker: "Excuse me. Mr. Boalo is a well-known private investigator. I asked him to investigate this case."
Boalo: "Let’s start with a brief talk. What is your relationship with Recht?"
McQueen: "I am his secretary. No, I used to be his secretary."
Boalo: "How long ago did it start?"
McQueen: "About a year ago."
Boalo: "Where did you meet?"
McQueen: "In Perros.... He went there to collect ceramics. I went to collect oil, and then the company closed down and I lost my job. He promised to work for me. I agreed."
Boalo: "What happened later?"
McQueen: "We travel everywhere together. He doesn't understand a foreign language, so I will be an interpreter for him. The work itself is quite interesting."
Boalo: "Do you know where Recht is from America?"
McQueen: "I don't know. He is reluctant to talk about his past."
Boalo: "Why is that?"
McQueen: "Well, oh, I think he may have left the United States to avoid something. I received a letter here without the sender's signature. Please see."
Boalo, sitting next to McQueen, took the letter and read it aloud.
Boalo: "I will kill the murderer."
Booker put the other letter passed by McQueen on the one that Boalo read.
Boalo: "Be prepared to die."
Booker: "Really short."
Boalo: "In a sense, it's complicated. (To McQueen) A telegram was sent from Belgrade last night, right?"
McQueen: "Yes. As soon as he left Belgrade, he asked me to report the message to him. This is the last time. The last time I saw him."
Boalo returned the letter to McQueen.
Boalo: "There are also threatening letters, right?"
McQueen: "Yes... but he burned without showing me."
Boalo: "Sure enough."
McQueen: "What did you say?"
There was a knock on the door, and Pierre came in with the hat box.
Boalo: "That's it. That's exactly what I wanted. Doctor, did you mean twelve times?"
Doctor: "Yes. Five knives are deep, and three of them are fatal. The others are very shallow, and two of them just scratched the skin."
Boalo, the doctor, and Booker walked into Recht's room.
Boalo took out two trays of wire racks to cushion the hat from the hat box. This kind of wire frame is to keep the hat from deforming.
Boalo: "What does the wound show? Maybe it's because two people did it together. One is strong and the other is weak."
Doctor: "It may be a woman with a weaker strength."
Boalo: "Maybe a powerful murderer did this deliberately to confuse us. But at least one thing is clear, that is when the criminal commits a crime, Recht can neither shout nor resist because of the drug. ."
Boalo took a handkerchief from his pocket, and then took a small pistol from under Recht's pillow and showed it to everyone.
Boalo: "Even though this is prepared, it won't help."
Doctor: "How do you know he has this..."
Boalo: "He showed it to me. Just when he wanted to hire me for $15,000. I turned it down. (To Booker) I should have accepted him if I knew that."
Boalo put the pistol in the box Booker opened.
Boalo: "The next question should be the ashtray."
Boalo removed the cover of the spare alcohol lamp.
Boalo: "Two different matchsticks... The leftover cigar... The cleaning rod of the pipe..."
The doctor handed Boalo a white handkerchief.
Doctor: "And this handkerchief."
Boalo: "Oh. There is also a capital letter H on it."
Doctor: "It seems it's not difficult to find some clues."
Boalo: "How do you judge? It may represent a Christian name, or it may represent a nickname or a common name. Okay, wait until you finish reading your passport."
Boalo put his handkerchief in his pocket.
Boalo: "It's finally time to study this burnt piece of paper."
Boalo lit the alcohol lamp.
Boalo: "This lamp has always been used to trim the beard."
Doctor: "Beard?"
Boalo: "It's not bad. Use it to fossil wax."
Boalo carefully placed the burnt paper on a wire loop, and then covered it with another wire loop so that the paper would not be scattered. The top ends of the two iron wire rings are provided with round holes, and a part of the paper sandwiched in the middle is exposed outside the round holes.
He gently placed the clamped two wire loops on the alcohol lamp, paying attention to observation.
Boalo: "I hope I will remember it after seeing it. You two are witnesses."
Burning letters appeared on the scorched paper.
Recognizable, the letter is "AISY ARMS".
Doctor: "A·I·S·Y...A·R·M·S..."
Booker: "What does this mean?"
The handwriting revealed when it burned red disappeared in the flame in a short while.
Boalo: "I know Recht's real name, and I know why he has to leave the United States."
past
Boalo sat down and talked with Booker in Booker's room. Booker held a glass of champagne in his hand.
Boalo: "Do you remember the Armstrong case?"
Booker: "Of course I remember. The kidnapping of a young girl happened in the United States. The girl was killed, huh, the prisoner..."
Boalo: "Remember the name of the murdered girl?"
Boalo closed the note-book and put down his pencil.
Booker: "I remember it was called Little Daisy."
Boalo: "D..."
Booker: "D..."
Boalo: "A..."
Booker: "A·I...S·Y...and A·R·M·S..."
Boalo got up from his chair.
Boalo: "Little Daisy Armstrong."
Booker: "Is Recht the prisoner?"
Boalo: "No. The prisoner has been captured and sentenced to death. However, there are plotters behind him. He was afraid of revenge, so he refused to say it until the first day of execution. The man behind the scenes carried the ransom. Ran away."
Booker: "I remember there was such a person. His name was in Italian... with very narrow shoulders."
Boalo: "It's called Cassetti..."
Booker: "That's the sin deserved. Because his hands are covered with children's blood."
Boallo: "His sin is more than this! The pregnant Mrs. Armstrong, because she found out that his daughter was dead, was stimulated to miscarry, and soon died; Colonel Armstrong was a brave soldier, but could not stand the torture of reality and committed suicide. The babysitter who served his wife jumped out of the bedroom window to commit suicide due to injustice. Five people died. Five people..."
Booker: "Kasai Ti finally fell to his death in a pool of blood. It's really a coincidence."
When the Orient Express stopped, the driver and Huobi got out of the car and boarded a high ground, looking at the endless snow scene, while talking about something.
Testimony of the conductor Pierre
Boalo and Booker, who came out of Booker's room, came to the dining car with the doctor. They sat in the window seats.
Pierre was greeted, and Boalo handed him the passenger list.
Boalo: "Call the passengers here one by one. Except Princess Dragomirov. This is not only because of her noble status, but because of her advanced age."
Pierre took the list and moved on, Boalo went on.
Boallo: "Oh, Pierre. You're right there, so let's start with you."
Pierre turned back and stood in front of Boalo.
Boallo: "Your full name is Pierre Pol Michel?"
Pierre: "Yes!"
Boalo: "You have the names of two saints. You must have been born with great blessings?"
Pierre: "Yes, I think it would be lucky if it deserves it."
Boalo took Pierre's passport and looked at it.
Boalo: "Your wife died five years ago. Is it due to illness?"
Pierre: "Because the only child died of grief. The daughter died of scarlet fever."
Boalo: "It's a pity!"
Boalo stood up.
Boalo: "You talk about what happened last night, that is, what happened after the train left Belgrade, okay? Who was the last passenger who returned to his room? Which one on this picture did you point me to? Bit?"
On the dining table between Boalo and Pierre, there was a diagram showing the room where the passengers were.
Pierre (Voiceover): "I think it's about half past midnight. The British colonel stood in front of the private rooms No. 3 and No. 4 and said goodnight to Mr. McQueen."
The picture shows the aisle of the carriage.
Colonel Absnot, who walked out of the room, shook hands with McQueen who followed and walked away.
Pierre (voice-over): "The colonel has never come out since he returned to his own room, which is room 15."
Boalo: "What about after this? Have you never seen anyone again?"
Pierre: "If you say that, I have seen a woman, but I don't know which room she came from..."
The picture is still a carriage aisle at night.
A woman in a crimson dressing gown embroidered with a red dragon pattern walked down the aisle.
Pierre (voice-over): "I think it's walking towards the toilet next to the dining car..."
Boalo (voice-over): "Did you see her coming back?"
Pierre (voice-over): "No."
The picture shows the dining car.
Pierre: "Maybe someone will ring the bell to greet me at that time."
Boalo: "Yes, yes! From the time point of view, it was just after half past twelve. You and I heard the bell that Mr. Recht rang. He also said what is a nightmare. Woolen cloth."
Car aisle at night.
Pierre stood in front of Recht's room.
He turned on the light above the door and knocked on it.
The bell that summoned Pierre rang in the other rooms.
Pierre knocked on the door of Recht's room again.
The answer is in French.
Voice-over: "Nothing. I'm having a nightmare."
dining car. Pierre stood in front of Boalo.
Boalo: "Who made the second ringing?"
Pierre: "It's Princess Dragomirov. She asked me to call her maid..."
Boalo: "Thank you! Pierre, just talk about it."
Pierre got out of the dining car.
The doctor said to Boalo looking at his back.
Doctor: "He has the master key that can open all the doors. If he wants to kill someone, he can do it."
Boalo: "Are you saying that he once borrowed a knife from the chef?"
Booker: "Who is the accomplice?"
Boalo: "According to what you said, there is no motive to stabbing the door with a knife. What's more, the door cannot be opened with the key, and the chain is still buckled inside."
Pierre brought McQueen again.
Testimony of Hecht McQueen
Boalo talked to standing McQueen.
Boalo: "To be honest, you have already figured out the true face of your host."
McQueen: "Uh? Ben... the original face?"
Boalo: "I think you would also imagine that Recht is not his real name, his real name is Cassetti."
McQueen was taken aback and couldn't help taking a step or two.
Boalo: "He was the mastermind who kidnapped and killed Little Daisy Armstrong. Have you never known?"
McQueen: "I don't know. If I knew it, I would have cut off my right hand, my right hand that sent him letters. Then I killed him with the only left hand."
Boalo: "Do you think you can do it?"
McQueen: "Because he is the guy who got me into a crime."
Boalo: "If you look very sad, you can't help but doubt you."
McQueen: "Sorrow?"
McQueen was sitting in the window seat.
McQueen: "My father was the District Attorney who handled the Armstrong case. Mrs. Armstrong and the colonel visited my house twice. They came to discuss the payment of the ransom... She is amiable, although a little shy, but ... But after she heard me talk about wanting to be an actor, she promised to write to me in the future. Although she finally died before she could write to me. But... she treated me as kind as a mother..."
Boallo sat beside McQueen.
Boalo: "Please forgive me for asking about your personal affairs. Do you love her?"
McQueen: "Love. I was eighteen when she died, a very sensitive age. But why are you asking this?"
Boalo: "The night before, I shared a room with you, and you called'Mum' twice in your sleep."
McQueen: "Really?...That's because I dreamed of her again."
McQueen stood up.
McQueen: "It's good you told me. I'm underdeveloped in sentiment. I haven't gotten married until today. The reason is that I can't forget her."
Boalo: "I didn't invite you to talk to you about this. I have to learn some questions from you."
McQueen sat down again.
McQueen: "Understood, I'm sorry. Can you tell me how you figured out Reacht's true face?"
Boalo: "From the letter."
McQueen: "But, I've already told you that the letter has been burned..."
Boalo: "It's burned."
McQueen: "Why are you still..."
Boalo: "With the help of the hat box. Thank you very much, Mr. McQueen."
McQueen walked away, followed by Bedes led by Pierre.
Booker looked at McQueen from behind and said to Bo'alo:
Booker: "This guy is a murderer. What he said is a confession."
Doctor: "No. It is psychologically unimaginable. It is common for a teenager who lost his mother at a young age to feel kind to a woman and admire her. People like this cannot imagine him committing crimes. This kind of sin. The opposite of the motherly intimacy is..."
Boalo: "Motherly... indeed, you gave me an important inspiration."
Bedes stood in front of Boalo expressionlessly.
Bedes' testimony
Boallo: "Mr. Bedes, this is not an interrogation. I just want to ask you, when you delivered the sleeping pills at about 9:40 last night, did Mr. Recht already go to bed?"
Bedes: "Yes. Mr. Recht always goes to bed early on the train."
Boalo: "What is your job before going to bed at night?"
Bedes: "Put the sleeping pills where Mr. Recht can reach them as soon as he reaches out."
The picture is of Recht's room last night.
Bedes came in with a tray of glasses and sleeping pills.
Recht was lying half-sit in the sleeping berth, holding a piece of paper in his hand.
Recht: "Beds, did you put this here?"
Bedes: "It's not me, sir!"
Recht: "Then who put this on earth?"
Bedes: "I don't know, sir. What is that?"
Recht: "This is not something you should know. I asked who put this here?"
Bedes: "Do you have any other orders?"
Recht looked at the paper in his hand and said without looking up:
Recht: "Tell McQueen, let him come right away."
Bedes: "Yes, I got it!"
Bedes opened the door and turned around to ask.
Bedes: "What time tomorrow morning..."
Recht: "Wake me up before ten o'clock."
Bedes: "Yes! Got it!"
The picture is still Bedes standing in front of Boalo.
Boalo: "Does he always get up at that time?"
Bedes: "Yes, that's it! The first thing is to take the medicine. He can't get up when the medicine is on."
Boalo: "That means you will return to your own room after you tell McQueen. Is your upper bunk Mr. Forscarelli?"
Bedes: "Is an Italian."
Boalo: "Does he speak English?"
Bedes: "It can be said that he can speak English. I thought he seemed to have studied in Chicago."
Boalo: "Have you talked to him?"
Bedes: "No. Because I like reading."
in the room. Bedes is in the lower bunk (Shop No. 1) and Foscarelli is in the upper bunk (Shop No. 2). Bedes leaned back on the pillow and was reading a book with glasses.
Forscarelli on the upper bunk opened his mouth.
Foscarelli: "Mr. Bedes, what are you reading?"
Bedes answered him without leaving the book.
Bedes: "The Captive of Love by Mrs. Allabel Richardson."
Foscarelli: "Is that a pornographic novel?"
Bedes: "No!"
Foscarelli, who was leaning forward, retracted.
The picture is still Boalo and Bedes.
Boalo was smiling.
Boalo: "Did you go to bed after finishing talking?"
Bedes: "No. I didn't fall asleep until four o'clock. The toothache made me..."
Boalo: "Where is that...that'one'?"
Bedes: "The snoring has never stopped."
Boalo: "Haha."
Boalo took up Bedes' passport.
Boalo: "Finally, I want to ask you, what kind of opportunity did you get to work under Recht?"
Bedes: "It was introduced by the New York Employment Agency."
Boalo: "How about before this?"
Bedes: "In the army."
Boalo: "Where are the troops?"
Bedes: "In Suran."
Boalo: "Far East?"
Bedes: "No, it's Scotland."
Boallo: "Ah, Scotland."
Boalo smiled and stood up.
Boalo: "Excuse me, Belgians who are not polite!"
Bedes smiled.
Bedes: "Ah, you are a Belgian! I thought you must be a French."
Boallo: "No. But do you know that Mr. Recht is of Italian descent?"
Bedes: "So that's the case. This will find the reason for his urgency!"
Boallo: "His original name is Cassetti. When you hear this name, do you think of anything? Do you remember the Armstrong case?"
Bedes: "I can't remember. Ah, I remember, just put that young girl..."
Boalo: "Cassetti is the culprit who killed her! What do you think?"
Bedes: "I always think that the owner always requires us who are hired to know the life experience, so we should also ask the owner to clarify the life experience to us, the hired person."
Boalo laughed.
Boalo: "Thank you."
Boalo was about to stand up.
Bedes: "Ah, you are welcome. Do you have anything else to inquire about besides this?"
Boalo: "Ah, I have asked all the questions."
Bedes turned and walked out.
Booker stood up.
Booker: "This guy is a murderer. This servant must have done it!"
Bedes just looked back and walked away.
Booker: "He has more opportunities to approach Recht than anyone else. He can also poison him. From a psychological point of view, one can imagine that under that kind of domineering prestige, it has long been unbearable. He hates him professionally. Did you hear the title of the book he read, called "The Captive of Love"."
Doctor: "Based on this, do you conclude that he killed Recht?"
The scene of the train coming to rescue the Orient Express that was blocked by heavy snow is departing on the screen.
Booker: "You must hurry up! All investigations must be completed before the rescue train arrives."
Doctor: "Who is next?"
Boalo: "Mrs. Herbard."
Booker: "Why not yet."
Booker left them.
Mrs. Hubbard followed Pierre in.
Pierre: "The whistle is a signal that the rescue train has reached the neighborhood."
Mrs. Hubbard: "It's too slow!"
Mrs. Hubbard stood in front of Boalo.
Mrs. Herbard's testimony
Boalo: "Because time is running out, I can only ask you briefly, so please make your answer as concise as possible..."
Mrs. Hubbard: "In that case, just say what you want to say."
Boalo asked Mrs. Herbard to sit down opposite him and pick up her passport.
Boalo: "Is your full name Herlet Belinta Herbard?"
Mrs. Hubbard: "Yes. I started using the name Herlett when..."
Boallo: "Then you have known about Mr. Recht's conduct."
Mrs. Hubbard: "Yes, but..."
Boalo: "Do you know the Armstrong family members?"
Mrs. Hubbard: "I don't know, of course I don't. They are celebrities."
Boalo: "The latch of the door of your room is through Mr. Rechet's room. Can't you see it when you lie on the bunk?"
Mrs. Hubbard: "Yes!"
Boalo: "Why?"
Mrs. Hubbard: "Because I hung the handbag with the cosmetics on the door handle. Pierre told me that there was a man hiding behind the door and looking into my room."
Boalo: "Okay, okay, I understand everything."
Mrs. Hubbard: "No, you don't understand. This morning, I found something like this in a magazine I read before falling asleep last night."
Mrs. Herbard dumped the contents of her handbag on the table and picked out a button.
Booker took it.
Booker: "What? This is the uniform button of the cabin crew member!"
Boalo: "Doctor, I'm sorry, can you find out whether Pierre's coat is unbuttoned or not."
The doctor took the buttons and went out. Bohalo helped Mrs. Herbard put the poured things back into her handbag, while quietly mixing the handkerchief found in Recht's room with her things.
Boalo: "Ma'am, you forgot your handkerchief!"
Mrs. Hubbard: "It's not mine. Well, mine... Oh, where is it here."
Mrs. Herbard showed her handkerchief.
Boalo: "Ah, because I think there is an H letter embroidered here..."
Mrs. Hubbard: “Hebard’s prefix is H, yes, it’s all an H, but it’s not mine. Mine is not that expensive. It’s a high-end product from Paris or somewhere, but just wipe it. The nasal mucus can no longer be used."
After she had finished speaking, she turned and left, and Boalo rushed to catch her.
Boalo: "You have provided us with important clues in solving this problem. Thank you!"
Mrs. Hubbard: "As long as it helps to solve the problem, you can talk to me at any time."
The doctor is back.
Doctor: "There is nothing unusual about Pierre's uniform, and there is no trace of re-sewing buttons with new thread."
Boalo: "I expected it to be like this."
Testimony of Greta Olsson
Pierre led Greta Olsson in, she looked a little worried.
Boalo: "(In Swedish) Hello, Ms. Olsson!"
Greta: "(In Swedish) Can you speak Swedish?"
Boallo: "I can speak only a few words in Swedish. Everybody in Scandinavia is good at foreign languages, so I want to talk to you in English, okay?"
Boalo invited her to take a seat. She started the conversation in English with a strong accent.
Greta: "When I was a child, I was very slow in intellectual development, and later I was engaged in missionary activities in Africa, but they were all children with lower intelligence than me..."
Boalo: "You probably stayed in the United States for three months..."
Greta: "I visited rich gentlemen in the United States and asked them to donate some money. After staying for ten weeks and crying all night, I collected 14,000 U.S. dollars and 27 cents."
Boalo: "Amazing. How many years have you been engaged in missionary activities?"
Greta: "It's been five years. One summer, and I was still in poor health. I was resting on the lawn. The Holy Spirit of Christ appeared in front of my eyes. Then many children appeared, all of whom were dark skinned. Children... Christ’s oracles want me to save the dark-skinned children."
Boalo: "That's it. Are your parents believers in Christ?"
Greta: "No, they don't respect God. So, this is both an oracle and a punishment."
Greta took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her eyes, Boalo comforted her as if even saying "Forget it, forget it."
Boalo: "God will forgive you. He will also forgive your parents."
Boalo approached Greta and showed her a schematic diagram of the sleeping car.
Boalo: "This is your room, right?"
Greta: "Yes, Shop No.7."
Boalo: "Yes. Could you please tell me who is using the eighth berth?"
Greta: "Okay, number eight, ah, it's Miss Debenham. A very amiable person. She works as a tutor and teaches those smart children English."
Boalo: "Did she ever leave the sleeper after the train left Wenkov?"
Greta: "No, I slept well, just like me."
Boalo: "Since you are asleep, how do you know that she has never left the sleeper?"
Greta: "I'm asleep even if I can hear the sound of a snake venting a little bit."
Boalo: "Yeah, yeah. Have you never left the room?"
Greta: "No. I slept until morning."
Boalo: "Your dressing gown is white, right? Does it have a pattern of red animals on the back?"
Greta: "Yes, it's like a seagull."
Boalo: "Yes, yeah. So what's the trick on Ms. Debenham's dressing gown?"
Greta: "(In Swedish) there is Lila (lilac)."
Boalo: "Lila, uh, this is very similar to French. French is Lilac. I understand. So, what is the purpose of your trip?"
Greta: "For fundraising. As usual, for fundraising and for preaching."
Boalo: "Not bad, not bad."
Boalor took Greta's hand and helped her stand up.
Boalo: "After the case is resolved, please let me donate some money too!"
Greta: "May God bless you."
Boalo kissed Greta's hand.
Booker looked at Greta's back as he walked away.
Booker: "She is the murderer."
Under Pierre's guidance, Count Andreny walked in with his wife's hand.
Boalo: "Thank you, Pierre. You said to Princess Dragomirov that it’s good or not, so that Mr. Booker and I will wait a while to visit her and ask if she can spare some time for us. ."
Pierre: "Yes, I see."
The earls took their seats.
Testimony of the Count Andreneys
Boalo took the passports of their couple.
Boallo: "Count, this is the passport used by Hungarian diplomats?! That means you have the right not to answer my questions..."
Count: "Under this situation, let me give up this privilege!"
Boallo: "Thank you for your kindness. Countess, as you know, because this passport is shared with your husband, about yourself, it only records your first and last name before marriage. You are married The last name is Greenwald, right?"
Countess: "Yes, my natal family is of German descent. I have obtained citizenship of Hungary."
Boalo: "The first letter of your name on this passport has been contaminated with oil, so I can't see it clearly."
The earl looked at the lady who answered Boalo's question with a smile on his face. At this moment, he seemed to stand up in a panic and took his passport from Boalo.
Count: "It's really unreasonable that the immigration officials don't care about hygiene. They ate the buttered bread and stamped their passports so that the oil was soaked like this!"
Boalo: "Not bad."
Boallo was sitting in the seat beside the countess who had just left.
Boalo: "Sorry, can you write me your name?"
Boalo handed the fountain pen to the countess and opened his notebook on the table.
The countess complied.
Countess: "Ilena...Andreni...Greenwald."
Boallo picked up the notebook returned to him by the countess, took the passport from the count, and compared the handwriting of the two.
Boalo: "Except for the different pens, the handwriting is exactly the same. Good! But this handkerchief belongs to your wife, right?"
Boalo showed the handkerchief found in Recht's room.
Countess: "That prefix is different from that of my name."
Boalo: "Ah, yes. Then what color is your dressing gown, madam?"
The earl wanted to stand up and say, "What are you asking about?" Boalo waved his hand to stop him.
Countess: "It's made of apricot silk. Are you also professionally interested in such things?"
Boalo: "I only have a professional interest in criminal cases. So why did you two go to the United States together?"
The lady glanced at the earl.
Countess: "The place where we first met was Seebaden. I lived in Washington here long ago."
Boalo: "Yes, you lived in Washington. Did you sleep well last night?"
Count: "Except for the time when Mrs. Herbard was ill and screamed, I have been sleeping soundly."
Boalo: "How about Madam?"
Countess: "It's the same. Both of us haven't woke up after eight o'clock. Because we usually need to serve Torionar when we take the night train."
Doctor: "It was taken after the white crystal was dissolved with water. It is a powerful sleeping pill."
Countess: "It's a poison according to you."
Doctor: "It's poisoned if you use it too much."
The earl stood up again with a somewhat unpleasant look, Boalo said in a comforting tone.
Boalo: "Thank you for your assistance."
Testimony of Princess Dragomirov
The princess and Hildegard Schmidt in room fourteen.
The princess leaned on the cushion and closed her eyes.
Hildegard is reading a German book.
Someone knocked on the door. Booker and Boalo come in, and Booker introduces Boalo to the princess.
Princess: "Ah, I always see your activity in the newspaper. It was read to me by Hildegard. Only works written in purely literary form will not make me doze off listening. Because what I need is a'good sleep'. Mr. Boallo, how about a glass of French brandy?"
Boalo: "No."
Booker: "Okay!"
Princess: "Okay. You have any questions about the murder. Ask me. What did the people say about the decease
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