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This expression can be seen through by a three-year-old child. It was obvious that she didn't want to tell me more, no matter how mysterious Ursula Bourne was.

"Yes, that stupid inspector is because he's stupid." # 8212; # 8212; All that has been done is to prove it. 。 I'm always looking for facts, and every time I find facts, it's for Ralph. # 183; Unfavorable for Peyton 。 Motive, opportunity, means. But I must get to the bottom of everything. I promised Miss Flora. The little girl is so sure and confident. Txt-Small% say ^ days. Don !wWw:xiaoshuotxt? com Chapter 11 Poirot visits Caroline. I was a little nervous the next afternoon when I arrived at Mabygrange and rang Mrs. Folliott's doorbell. I don't know what Poirot wants me to know. Why on earth did he delegate this task to me? Is it because he doesn't want to show up and hide behind the curtain, like the last time I was asked to question Major Brent? It was understandable to use this method with Brent, but it was incomprehensible to me to use it again with Mrs. Folliott. Then the clever parlour maid came out to open the door for me and interrupted my meditation. Yes, Mrs. Folliott is at home. The parlour maid led me to a spacious parlour, where I sat and waited for my mistress,High Density Storage Drive In Rack, looking curiously round the room. A large, empty room, a few small pieces of fine old China, a few beautiful etchings, worn carpets and curtains,pallet rack shelving, looked like a woman's bathroom. While I was admiring the famous Bartolozzi painting hanging on the wall, Mrs. Folliot came in, and my eyes turned to her at once. She was tall, her brown hair was a little disheveled, and she had a charming smile. Dr. Shepard. She said hesitantly. "I am," I answered. "I'm sorry to come so abruptly.". I am here to inquire after Ursula Bourne, your former parlour maid. 。” At the mention of the name, warehouse storage racks ,metal racking systems, the smile on her face suddenly disappeared and her enthusiasm turned to coldness. She felt sick and uncomfortable. Ursula # 183; Bourne ?” She hesitated for a moment. "Yes," I said. "Perhaps you don't remember the name." "Oh, of course, and I remember it very well." 。” "She's been away from you for just over a year, hasn't she?" Yes, not bad! You're absolutely right. Are you satisfied with her working here? By the way, how long has she worked for you? "Oh!"! A year or two. I can't remember the exact time. 。 She is very capable. I am sure you are very pleased with her. I didn't know she was leaving Fearnley Court. I didn't think of it at all. "Can you tell me about her?" I asked. Do you want to know anything about her? 'Yes, where she comes from, and what her parents do, all that tells me. 。” Mrs. Folliott's face grew more gloomy. I don't know anything. "Where did she work before she came to work in your house?" "I'm sorry, I can't remember." There was a hint of resentment in her nervous manner. She waved her hand in the air, a gesture that seemed familiar to me. Is it really necessary to ask these questions? "No," I said, surprised, a little apologetically. "I didn't know you cared so much about these questions. I'm very sorry." Her anger was dispelled, but she looked very confused. Oh! I don't mind you asking all the time. Honestly, I don't mind at all. Why should I mind? It just seems a little exaggerated. Nothing else, just a little strange. She said incoherently. As a professional doctor, I have developed a trait of being able to tell when someone is lying. I could tell at a glance from the way Mrs. Follett spoke that she really cared about answering my question, and that she cared about it to the extreme. 。 She felt sick and uncomfortable. Obviously, there must be a skeleton in the closet. I could tell from her words and actions that she was a woman who was not good at lying, so she felt embarrassed when she had to lie. This expression can be seen through by a three-year-old child. It was obvious that she didn't want to tell me more, no matter how mysterious Ursula Bourne was. I'm not going to ask Mrs. Folliott any more questions. The visit did not achieve its purpose. I apologized again for disturbing her, then picked up my hat and left. I went to see some patients and got home around six o'clock. Caroline sat at the table with the tea set and the remains of tea. I could see from her face that she was trying to control her pleasure, and I knew her expression well. She always looks like this whenever she wants to ask for information or pass on information. I don't know whether she wants to ask for information or pass it on today. I plopped down in my easy chair and put my feet up next to the blazing fireplace. Then Caroline said, "It's been a very interesting afternoon." "Is it?" "Miss Gannett for tea?" I asked. Miss Gannett was one of the main people who spread the word. Guess again. Caroline said complacently. I had a hard time guessing Caroline's brain trust members one by one. Every time I guessed,medium duty racking, she shook her head proudly. At last she said it herself. It's Monsieur Poirot! She said, "What do you think of his visit?" I had a lot of thoughts about her question, but I was very cautious and didn't want to tell her. What's he doing here? I asked.