POIROT
The DEATH OF the ARTIST
I can already little do for him, Mrs. Hill.
- It is very weak. - God uses.
- Is there no hope? - Unfortunately not.
It is already not even a question of days, but yes of hours.
You. does Anthony have family?
It has a brother, Henry,
but there are 20 years that are not spoken. - More nobody?
Well, yes, you. George, the nephew of London.
He must want be informed.
Sticking prontamente In the ax
What it guards near you,
The noble fireman It goes for the combat...
- Were already you a fireman? - No, but I sat down already beside one.
And what well song on a shoe-maker is it this?
It is on a shoe-maker what is always happy.
I lament to bother it, George, but it has a call.
Can it keep the message?
He is his uncle, my expensive one. I believe what is very badly.
I understand.
Thank you, Harry. I go already.
Always cheer up And never sad
While I sing this song, I am mending a boot.
You are going to have a boot, go!
It was the doctor himself who said what was better tie him.
He is very badly, Mr. Lorrimer.
And I him am very grateful, Mrs. Hill. It is a terrible situation,
but I cannot go to Brighton up to Sunday, at most.
He is at death's door, Mr. Lorrimer,
On Sunday it can be exaggerated late.
My God, unfortunately little more I can do.
It finds what I must try to contact you. Henry Gascoigne?
The Uncle Henry? No, for God. He would be very happy.
No, when the hour will arrive, own I will say to him.
Since he wants, Mr. Lorrimer.
Then up to Sunday. Goodbye.
Goodbye, Sra. Hill.
My God.
... and after the defeat of England in the first play in Trent Bridge,
the selectors did two alterations.
R.E.S. Wyatt returns for the side of the Captain,
and Bill Bowes is preferred to the detriment of Mitchell.
Cricket, the English enigma.
I do not know any more any sport
in what not even the players they know the rules.
Thank you, Beauty queen Lemon.
The Australians are already in advantage
and apposition for what the Don is going to look 3 points in somebody else's land.
Hastings, I have no time for East " Don "
and for his crusade in " somebody else's land ".
- I have a dinner with my dentist. - With his dentist?
But what morbidness.
- But always it tried to avoid it. - Not always.
Out of the surgery it is quite enchanting.
Besides, he likes seeing the final product in action.
Here it will not have of his petisquinhos fine Frenchmen, Poirot.
Alone boa and prepared well English food.
Not even I might want more nothing, Bonnington, my friend.
I place myself incondicionalmente in his hands.
- Yes? - Absolument.
Yes, well... Where Molly walks?
- Good night, gentleman. - Molly.
Which specialty does it have for us this night?
Today it is lucky, Mr. Bonnington. It has his favorite plate,
roast turkey with stuffing of chestnuts
and fillet of alone flounder to begin. - Excellent!
For the two. There is a lady what there knows that one that I like, Poirot.
Certainly what at this point I already have obligation of knowledge.
- Do the persons always ask the same thing? - The majority yes,
but I am going to count them something strange.
They are seeing you. Gascoigne there seated alone?
I believe what comes here from that the old Queen died.
Henry Gascoigne, painter, I second it brought me near to the ears.
One sits there every Wednesday and On Saturdays at night. It never fails.
Except in last week, in what it came in the Second one. It was not waiting.
A strange alteration of the usual one. I ask about it myself why.
It must have forgotten.
He does not support when they were filled and cake of blackberries
and I never saw him eating puree, they know them to me what asked in the Second step?
Puree of tomato, filled of beef and kidneys,
and it pushed everything down with cake of blackberries.
Mon Dieu!
It returned in Wednesday, as usual. It had returned to his normal state.
I cannot be giving ás you gather.
She is a good girl and he knows a few coisitas about food.
I find such a fact extraordinarily interesting.
- What? - The alteration of habits of the elderly man.
The alteration of food habits? Orders of the doctor. It is the custom.
I do not believe. Unless it was finding what an indigestion was doing to him well.
To my good friend, Hercule Poirot, for whom to life without a mystery,
it would be like a roast beef without mustard.
C'est wool verité, mon ami.
I see that the small molar it is still sensitive, Poirot.
We will see that.
- No, not, no. - It must be of the heat.
- What goes on, Molly? - You. Gascoigne, returned to the same thing.
Filled and cake of blackberries.
Is anybody there?
- Why would that one shout? - It is his milk.
- There are three days what it is here out. - Devilish old man!
Also it has not a bath from the last Carnival.
And a sound does not come there of inside. It can have fallen ill.
It is cold like the ice.
Pobrezinho, must have fallen.
Oiça - this me, Poirot.
One remembers of that individual whom we saw in the Bishop's last night?
He who Molly said what had had altered his habits?
Do not try to speak.
It seems that he ate his last cake of blackberries.
The poor man was of this for better.
It is in that while reaching house in this night it fell of the staircases.
He was living here there is much time.
- It was not of many words. - Do they ever speak?
It was passing in the street at night and it was greeting me.
Except in last week. It was how if I was a ghost.
It passed by me and the word did not even direct me.
Pardon, Lady. He knows in what day of last week?
But who they are the men, to ask these questions?
Who is he? He is not an English, is not it? Excuse.
One calls Hercule Poirot. He is a particular detective.
- Lady. - Do they all say the same thing, do not they say?
Tell him that it was in Saturday that the old man Gascoigne passed by me in the street.
It was the last time that I saw it lively. On Saturday!
It was lying there with pajamas and the slippers,
he was a man very badly arranged.
I was not surprised anything that had when it stumbled, or something similar.
- When it stumbled! - Yes, thank you, Lady.
- And was it then that it called the police officer? - It was.
They rolled the body up in a blanket and they took it.
I did not give any more attention. Poor devil.
The Monsieur Gascoigne was receiving do you visit much, Lady?
The model only.
He was an artist, he knows. She is up there.
Thank you, Lady.
- Pardon, mademoiselle... - Who is the man?
Hercule Poirot, lady, particular investigator.
- My colleague, Capitão Hastings. - Good morning!
There is something here what needs of being investigated?
No, no. The fact is that you punish more one question of professional curiosity.
A small idea. Perhaps be able to help us mademoiselle...
- And because it should do it? - And because it would not do it?
My name is Dulcie Lane. It was posing for Henry Gascoigne.
- What more it wants of me? - But this is a great help.
The knot between the artist and his model is legendary.
- Do not call. - I say.
It would have noticed, if his was behaviour invulgar?
I doubt. The behaviour of the painters it is always invulgar.
They never know if they want to commit suicide or to give a party.
- Does it swim of invulgar regarding him? - No. It swims of extraordinary one.
Some strange combinations with the agent, I believe... Peter Makison,
it will ask about them me to an agent on that.
An agent? Does it mean what was successful?
One does not let deceive for everything this. Henry was not poor,
alone insult. - Did it have family?
A nephew about whom he was talking of times at times,
artist of musicals. Also it had a brother, somewhere.
Anthony... Yes, Anthony, but there were problems between them,
he never talked about him like brother. See.
An extraordinary similarity. They could be twins.
Flour of the same bag.
His this one " small idea "...
... what is?
A simple notion.
I saw you. Gascoigne in the night of his death.
They said to me that his behaviour it had been recently...
... since I will say... uncharacteristic.
But, more than what that...
... the mantle of the life should to serve like a quite appropriate fact,
but it did not fall very well to that elderly man of the restaurant.
He knows, mademoiselle, I cannot accept,
what the fall of the Mr. Gascoigne it has been accidental.
It is not the woman's type what kills a man, Poirot!
The red-haired hair, mon ami. It is always the red-haired hair.
Only I find difficult to believe, more not at all.
She did not seem bored with it death of the Monsieur Gascoigne.
Because it would be?
- And as for the brother? Anthony? - Yes.
We will find the brother,
as well as the artistic agent, Peter Makinson.
Thank you, driver.
It is here that the future resides of the criminal investigation,
in our Forensic Department. More avancaço of the world.
Somewhat is lacking in order that we disappear,
piled up in the hill of remains of the life I eat...
... remains.
And does it think that there is nothing that saves us?
Them his grey celulazinhas.
Gascoigne, H. We will be all extinct ones, Poirot. Dinosaurs.
Henry Gascoigne. 68 years. Artist of profession.
What his interest is in him, Poirot?
It was known of a friend and I want only to rest it.
" Death caused by broken neck, due to fall of the staircases. "
It seems that he was an extremely shy person, not much eccentric.
The neighbors do not remember of seeing visits in this night,
or in the next morning. - In this night?
It is appreciated that the death will have taken place about 21:30 of Saturday,
16 of June. - Extraordinary.
His forensic department it is necessary very much.
No ... he had a letter in the pocket of pajamas.
It was dispatched in this morning in West One
and it arrived in the remittance of 21:30 in this night.
It must have gone down to go for it and it fell, when it was returning up.
I realize.
Can I see the letter?
The pathologist still has it, more clothes of Gascoigne.
- One remembers of the one who will have ordered it? - No, I do not remember,
but it was harmless. - Clear.
- Which was the name of the pathologist? - He did not say it to him.
I believe in what I say to him, Poirot. This case is shut in.
Well, let's wait for Inspector-chief,
what the Forensic Sciences, of which so much it is made proud,
do not substitute all the aspects of the work of a detective.
Let's wait that the comradeship still have an important paper, non?
One calls Cutter. It is better tie him,
why does he know that one of what it can dispose.
The fact is that he knows, Inspector-chief, we continue still far from the extinction.
Au revoir, mon ami.
A hard individual. The years did not pass by him.
It still has the teething itself.
Gascoigne?
The cause of death was it the broken neck?
It was.
Second and third vertebrae... here and here.
It will notice the great ones black spots in the box torácica,
arms and legs, solid with a big and grand fall.
Staircase down, yes.
You. Gascoigne can have suffered a heart attack, or a thrombosis?
- No. It slipped and fell simply. - I am seeing.
I calculated what it was managing to determine the hour of the death with some exactness.
Determining is never easy the hour of the death with exactness.
But this letter confirms his medical proofs.
Yes. Gascoigne had been seen in a restaurant,
about 19:30 of the night. - Right. I was present.
This letter arrived with the mail of 21:30?
Yes.
An analysis of the content of the stomach of Gascoigne it revealed,
what had had eaten a light dinner,
between 2 to 3 hours before dying. - It fits then in everything in the perfection.
Does this letter lend me, monsieur?
I believe what can be a loyal one trustee, Mr. Poirot.
Clear.
- Is he sitting down, Hastings? - Yes, I am.
Very well.
- I am going! - The best! The best!
Now...
Hastings, this one writes prescriptions it belongs of my mother.
Rabbit.
Cooked in the way of Liege.
Apposition that is better what rabbit cooked in Hastings's way.
Yes. It had great joke, Hastings.
Nevertheless, when it will be adult,
it will realize that the food is not the subject most adapted to make laughing.
- Take. - It smells very well.
Bon. The fragrance is the ingredient more important in any plate.
No, not, Hastings. Use the spoon. It is so what is done in Liege.
To use the knife is considered an insult for the cook.
It means that the meat is hard.
- Does not he eat? - Unfortunately not.
My small left molar it keeps on giving me many nuisances.
Is it good, Hastings? Please, do not be saved to praises.
It is marvellous!
He knows it more...
... well, more to rabbit of what anyone another rabbit that has already tried.
That is of the berries of juniper.
- Does he want more bunch? - No, not, still not.
What was in the envelope found in the pocket of the Gascoigne?
" Daily pay-show is invited for one of contemporary European paintings,
acquired recently for the Farringdon Gallery. "
This is able to be informative and pleasant, Hastings.
And it is tomorrow.
" Man to throw a stone to a bird. "
Serious? What it is what?
Juan Miro, Hastings, an exponent of the surrealist vision.
A work inspired by the dream, non?
Yes, a man with an imagination much sweats.
Can I help them, gentlemen? My name is Makinson.
Peter Makinson? The agent of Henry Gascoigne?
Yes. What a tragic loss!
His contractual agreement with Henry Gascoigne was invulgar, Mr. Makinson.
Invulgar!
He heard already of an artist what does not sell his works?
- Does not it sell? Mean, it swims? - He must have been complicated for you.
It was managing to sell the works less ... sketches and aquarelles,
but the oil paintings were never passing for the hands of "narrow-minded fellows",
since it was calling to the collectors and businessmen.
It means that nobody has pictures of Gascoigne?
It offered someone...
... gestures of friendship. I have a small collection
and model sweats Dulcie Lane, it has several works,
but he was a man with few friends.
And now, after his death, can the pictures be sold?
- Yes, I think so. - And the monsieur?
It can sell his collection, cannot it?
But at last what goes on? He is not a collector, is not it?
No, monsieur.
I am Hercule Poirot, particular detective.
I investigate the circumstances in turn of the death of Henry Gascoigne.
I realize.
It is able to be better to speak on this in my office.
- Gentlemen. - Thank you.
It is a picture of the Mr. Gascoigne, is not it?
But is not she his usual model?
No. It was painted years before of knowing Dulcie Lane.
She is Charlotte Gascoigne. A rare beauty.
- Does it marry? - No.
Charlotte was married with Anthony Gascoigne, the brother.
It me was in what you link would not they happen very well?
It is true.
Certain day, Henry arrived here with this picture
and it asked me to guard it well.
- Because I cause? - I think that to Anthony it was not pleasing
the idea of the naked body of the woman exposed to a public.
I think that they all were winning with the death of the old man.
It is right, mon ami. The work it was made a request, but unattainable.
His death called very much the attention.
- And it must have inflated the prices. - Yes.
Who will be lucky of having an original Gascoigne,
it can dispose of the solved life.
- Including Makinson and Dulcie Lane. - Unbelievable!
No, mon ami. Even more brought near if they would feel tried.
- They could have hoped for the lunch. - Have I lunch?
England gained the launch, it was to slam.
Sutcliffe and Hammond returned to the tent before the lunch.
78-2 in the end of the play of opening.
- The Chipperfield hemmed them in to the 2. - I have lunch!
But clear, Hastings! I have lunch!
- Does not it realize? - Do I realize what, my old man?
Four hundred and twenty blackbirds cooked in a cake.
Must it mean "tarte", is not it?
- Beauty queen Lemon? - Mr. Poirot.
Raffles, Mr. Poirot.
What marvellous man.
And what about the musicals, Beauty queen Lemon?
George Lorrimer is the director of Carlton Theatre, Bethnal Green.
Excellent work, Beauty queen Lemon.
Of turn to a Monsieur Raffles, Beauty queen Lemon.
Hastings, this night we will visit the theater.
But which history is this of blackbirds, Poirot?
In this Saturday at night, Henry Gascoigne had just eaten,
with the blackbirds, or better the cake of blackberries.
The juice of the leaves of the mulberries it leaves a black stain
and however, the teeth of Gascoigne they were not painted.
- I observed well. - The employee must have been wrong.
It is easy to happen.
According to the pathologist,
Henry Gascoigne died two hours after taking a light meal.
I do not consider soup, followed of filled, a light meal,
but and if this meal was not it a dinner, but yes I have lunch?
But the elderly man was seen in the restaurant ás 19:30. He saw it.
Yes, but he was not Henry Gascoigne.
In this Saturday at night, mon ami, I had not dinner with Henry Gascoigne,
but with his murderer.
Henry Gascoigne was already lying killed in the bottom of the staircases.
And the murderer disguised of the elderly man, it could leave the scene of the crime,
without lifting suspicions. - It was not quite so.
It passed by the neighbor, you. Mullen, without even saying " Good morning ".
But why to take the place of the old man in the restaurant?
For appearance what Gascoigne it was still alive.
The question is, who might do to himself to pass for Henry Gascoigne?
I vote for the brother.
The big one would be necessary mental gymnastics,
to see Beauty queen Dulcie Lane with the wig white hair and the moustaches.
Do not be stupid, Poirot!
The detectives with the " small idea. "
Please, mademoiselle, the interference forgives us.
Certainly, gentlemen.
Since they saw already for you yourselves, I have not anything hiding.
No, not, we were in the gallery...
I am convinced that the death of H. Gascoigne was premeditated,
for someone whom he knew well. - Am I suspect?
Henry Gascoigne did it give him several pictures?
It gave. Four drawings of statue.
Is it certainly aware of his value?
Yes, I had a series of generous offers.
She could be a wealthy woman, Beauty queen Lane.
Does it think that I would get rid of them? To anyone price?
A úItima question, Beauty queen Lane.
He knows where I can find the twin of Henry Gascoigne, Anthony?
No, I do not know. Perhaps it is better to ask a nephew.
Thank you, Beauty queen Lane.
Ladies and men, it is with pleasure
what I present to them you. Tommy Pinner!
Better who to pretend of old man,
what a twin brother? - The idea seems good, mon ami.
I give you one more opportunity. What more you manage to do?
To sing a song.
One calls " Dinah, Comes The Hand Gives to Me. "
- " Does Dinah, Come The Hand Gives to Me? " - Yes, man.
- It is pathetic. - And when it finishes,
Dinah appears and gives me the hand. - Does it give?
- Yes, man. And it finishes so. - It believes that yes.
- It is awful. Merciless. - Merciless?
Yes.
- And the fireman? - That one! Worse still.
- But, man... - Then? And now?
- Does he want that it swallows knives? - No!
Between.
Monsieur George Lorrimer?
No, I am Henry Clarke, George's spectator.
This night he does not come.
He can tell me where I can find it this night, monsieur?
Unfortunately, no. It is out of the city.
In Brighton, treating the preparations of the funeral one of the uncle.
- In Brighton? - Yes, some problem?
No, not, c'est difficile, monsieur. The fact is that, he knows,
we thought what alone Henry Gascoigne it would be buried in the near week
and here in London. - Henry?
They were deceived in the person. George was talking about the uncle, Anthony.
- It died last week. - Anthony?
Yes. The funeral thing is tomorrow.
We hand over this body to the ground,
land á land, ashes ás ashes,
powder to the powder.
A funeral one with little affluence, Hastings.
With both dead brothers,
already few Gascoigne they remain to go into mourning.
And also the suspects run short.
My name is Lorrimer. George Lorrimer. Anthony's nephew.
- Captain Hastings. - Hercule Poirot, monsieur.
Poirot? The name is familiar. Do I know it?
Perhaps Henry Gascoigne it has mentioned me.
- Did it know the Uncle Henry? - He was an acquaintance,
of there are many years.
Only he knew of the double tragedy last night.
It would come to give my condolences you. Gascoigne
and to you personally, monsieur.
- Pardon, Mrs. Gascoigne? - Yes. Anthony's wife.
You refer. Hill, the housekeeper. It took care of him during years.
- Then the Lady Gascoigne is... - Yes, killed.
It already does ten years. It marked the beginning of the end for the old man Anthony.
It was made into a truthful lonely one.
But I am be extremely impolite. Do they come up to there the house?
There is no wake,
but certainly you. Hill something arranges us in order that we drink.
It is a very generous invitation, monsieur and what we accept.
It is the minimum what I can do.
Thank you.
He was liking knowing things on you and Henry.
Once upon a time, the passion of Henry for the painting it fed me,
but sadness!
My talent as painter it was not corresponding to my ambition.
I can help it, Mrs. Hill?
I manage to manage very quite alone. Thank you.
Thank you.
And were two brothers twin?
Yes, not identic, but they had a great similarity.
And also they were sharing a great affinity, non?
Affinity? It swims of that. There are 20 years that were not spoken.
Sacre Bleu! What might to have caused such a discord?
There are some years, Charlotte he was a model of Henry,
at least, it was more his inspiration.
The Muse.
Anthony appeared, what stole heart of the young person.
He took it, leaving the given back brother. Ç
And the wounds of this battle they are deep.
His differences they are buried well.
Both had good opportunities.
Marching of turn to the tent,
the expression is allowed to me.
A very complicated period for you, lady.
I was a nurse and friend.
I cooked and cleaned all those years.
And he leaves, so suddenly.
Not even thanks for the preoccupation. Not even a cash of memory.
Not even a small nest-egg in will for his services?
There was no will.
I calculate what goes completely for him. The closest relative.
I calculate what is in his right. Even though it does not deserve it.
It did not come to see the uncle, snag itself in the end.
Mrs. Hill, can say to me with exactness,
it is when that you. Anthony Gascoigne did it die?
At 13 hours of the last Friday.
We were only knots two, in the end.
He said to a Mr. George, to a Mr. Lorrimer,
what was not remaining much time, me them he only arrived in Sunday.
" In the afternoon of the second day, Australians they have 63 points without losses,
" pursuing England with a total of 440 points...
Leyland did 109 points and Love 120. "
It is the first time that one defense it does one of this.
I ask about myself if the time it will hold on.
Hastings, the cricket...
... it keeps him busy when they exaggerated celulazinhas grey.
Mrs. Hill, very obliged for the dispensed time.
Does he want that we accompany it the house?
No, thank you, gentleman.
I want hardly it will be seated hearing a little the band.
But what great history what desbobinou, expensive friend.
The " flame of the artistic end ". Almost I blushed.
Hastings, does not understand the most pure feelings.
- But it lay! - No, no.
It did not want to cause any more pain the Lorrimer,
saying that one of his uncle and aunt it was murdered.
While presenting myself an acquaintance of Henry Gascoigne,
my questions looked you punish mere curiosity.
Even so, it proves my theory.
Clear, it was waiting more of this fraternal intrigue.
The crime of passion!
No, not, mon ami. We have been walking deceived.
Twice weekly,
Henry Gascoigne was going of his house even to the Bishop's Chop House.
He was a man of habits, it was not changing.
In this Saturday at night, after to have murdered Henry Gascoigne,
the impostor will have followed this one way.
Since the fact is that at night, someone enters at a place as a person
and to go out like other one completely different?
It could use a boarding house or a hotel.
Without lifting the most light suspicion?
After the pretense in the restaurant it would leave the disguise.
Wear his clothes again and to guarantee his alibi.
The problem would be the discretion.
I think that I discovered the solution, mon ami.
Boss, show was waited it came to the wrong siege.
I secure him that I am in the certain siege.
Me do not come with jokes, chief.
- Pardon ...? - I know it.
No, not, it does not look to me.
And or very much I am wrong,
or his cap would be better to a man with artistic dowries.
But what goes on?
It is aware,
what there to hide proofs that get a beating to condemnation of a criminal acquaintance
is it a crime gravíssimo? - What you prove?
The yellow scarf used by one man looked for interrogation,
for the murder of Henry Gascoigne!
As well as the coat from bombazine, more the trousers,
a vest and a cap,
one more walking stick from dark wood.
Were they there, were not? It was not going to throw them away.
He could gain a few all the shillings.
It was hard-working and sincere, gallant.
Certainly this will compensate for them " how many shillings " what he might have gained.
Dulcie Lane was posing from 13 hours,
up to ás 17 hours of the Saturday afternoon, therefore, we can remove it.
Clear. The Beauty queen Lane is innocent.
And Verity punctuates. It runs.
1, 2, 3, 4 and the arm flies.
Darling is out. It stretches the stick.
And I believe that the Makinson also. It was in Paris,
what it brings us to the stake I reduce to zero. - No, mon ami, it swims of that.
We are ready doing our played úItima.
Ask please the Beauty queen Lemon what takes notice of an Inspector-chief Japp.
... this time a quick ball and Darling fails,
ordering the ball in arch for Sutcliffe,
what gets a beating without difficulties. Darling does not punctuate.
He is Verity's third "wicket" of the morning.
The Australia is now 204-4.
- Good afternoon, Teddy. - Good afternoon.
Monsieur Lorrimer, good what. One gathers us, please.
What goes on, Poirot?
- Who are his friends? - It already knows the Captain Hastings
and this is the Inspector-chief Japp, of the Scotland Yard.
We have reasons to believe that the death of his uncle it was not accidental.
- Was not it accidental? - Please.
These clothes were making part of the disguise of the murderer.
They were thrown away near to the Bishop's Chop House,
after having pretended of his uncle, after the murder.
The threads of white hair they are of the wig.
The most dark hairs belong to a murderer, confirming will be easy.
Wigs? Disguise?
Yes, a winding end for a sinister, gallant plot.
In that night of Saturday, after the murder of Henry Gascoigne,
the murderer researched the correspondence in his secretary.
It had stolen this letter,
what it had sent in the previous day.
What might be more innocent what an invitation for an exhibition?
Nevertheless, a last number was remaining for him artistic to act.
He was not a gifted craftsman.
It altered the stamp of the mail by day 15
for day 16
and it stained the stamp with the blotting paper better to hide the falsification.
It put the letter in the pocket of the dressing gown of his uncle and disguised of him,
it occupied his place to the table of the Bishop's Chop House,
in way to seem what Henry Gascoigne it had had fallen and had died,
in this Saturday at night. But ás 21:30, the mail had been already handed.
Who might have done such a thing?
To beginning I suspected the colleagues, but they all had convincing alibis.
Then, obviously, I turned mine attention for his family,
but Anthony had died. Everything was indicating what you would be the only lively relative.
And clear what was...
Where his uncle was when was it murdered, monsieur?
Where it was?
Well... It was in the theater, for the second representation.
- Clear. - That On Saturday at night, Mr. Lorrimer.
Not even people, not even artists remember of seeing it for here in this Saturday in the afternoon.
Height in which it would be negotiating of some subjects, yes...
... the murder of his uncle!
Does it think that I killed Henry?
But this belongs to madmen! It had no problems with him...
After the death of Anthony, Henry he was the only lively relative
between the man and the goods Gascoigne.
It is a lie, a vile lie!
We get a sample of the letter,
of the typewriter of his office, monsieur.
It will correspond in the perfection to the address of the envelope.
The signature of the murderer.
It was the number of the Music Hall what the fez to suspect Lorrimer?
It was an excellent imitation of an old man,
what the Lorrimer must have seen several times.
It is true. And the Lorrimer it was prepared that there are weeks.
When you. Hill, the housekeeper, it tied him,
him noticing the imminent death of Anthony,
Lorrimer knew that all the money it would go for Henry Gascoigne,
as soon as there was no will.
But because reason would be masked Lorrimer of Gascoigne in the 2nd one.?
Test of the clothes. It would have the certainty that was working.
And almost it was worn out!
It cannot do from Otelo painting you punish the black's face.
Will think like him!
The acting of Lorrimer it was a total failure.
Hastings, suddenly it was very pale. Is it upset?
The international play, Poirot. Extraordinary.
Ear. " Verity does 14 "wickets" for 70 turns,
" in a day in what England two times removed the Australia,
to gain the second play international. "
Six "wickets" in the last hour!
And after the weekend rain is it surprised, mon ami?
The Australians are got used to difficult lands.
The "wickets" of Lord's they would be certainly wet.
It is not one day to mark points,
no, it is one day for the art of launching
and the Hedley Verity it is the biggest lively exponent.
It bends the left arm, the leg is moved for the right wing.
He would take them to a Long Room in an instant.
It has variation of launch, the "Chinese",
and a very quick ball what becomes a ball of salience.
Yes, in a day so, Monsieur Verity it would find a good result 14-70.
Translation and Legendagem Rute Afonso / CRISTBET, Lda.
Synchronized and Revised for: Chicharro [NaN]