Agatha Christie's Poirot (1989) s04e01 Episode Script
The ABC Murders
THE CRIMES OF the ABC Poirot! Hastings! My friend.
I treat that, thank you.
- Who is his friend, Hastings? - He is Cedric, a cayman.
I killed it in the Orinoco, a few miles to amount of Urbane Wool.
We walked the day completely loaded, of a river for other.
It was exhausted.
- What was, my friend? - It tells that to me then.
These men want to go for the bed.
Certainly.
What about these six months? Were you occupied? No, the grey mass it be be rusted.
When your return was brought near, he said for with me: " Something is going to happen.
" We go both " to the hunting ".
But it cannot be a common thing.
It will be something affected, delicate.
Even it seems that you are ordering the dinner in the Ritz.
Excuse.
Is it where that we go? I thought that we were going first to my hotel.
There is no hotel.
Up to being able to demand your room, you keep the Poirot.
Who would say! This your extra fine crime it still did not happen, is not it? Still not.
At least I am not sure.
- It is your great delicacy.
- Not at all, I make friends.
I need you here to be able to watch you.
To protect you of the red-haired beldades.
Because you said that you had not the certainty about such a crime? Hastings You forgot your crocodile.
I prefer that his strange smell content itself with your room.
To be a franc, he was a present for you.
For me, Hastings? - What lovely thing - If you do not like No, Hastings It gives an air I do not know of what, do not you find? It was what I thought.
The embalsamador said that the smell it was disappearing to the end of one month.
No, I like the smell.
We feel toned up.
It brings the jungle to London.
I came thinking that you were not liking the old man Cedric.
It is a cayman.
I killed it when we were in Venezuela I received this letter there is one week.
What is her what billets? " Mr.
Hercule Poirot: It likes solving mysteries " too complicated for our foolish Police officer, is not it? " We are going to see there how far it arrives his cleverness.
" Perhaps this is a difficult task for you.
" The Andover is attentive, in the day 21 of this month.
" With the fulfilment of A.
B.
C.
" Typed.
Thick paper.
With the stamp of London, W.
C.
1.
What your opinion is? A crazy one must be, I suppose.
A crazy one is a thing very dangerous.
But today it is the day 21! Did you always go to Andover? The man of action of the custom What it is possible to do? There are no fingerprints.
There are no traces on the author of the letter.
Do not blame me if tomorrow in the newspaper to tell a great robbery in Andover.
It would be a great comfort! Comfort? It would remove of me the fear of being another thing.
Which thing? A murder, I make friends.
Biscuits with cream It is well.
The soup of the Edwards Sausages? I cannot walk loading them the whole afternoon! My secretary is not a larder, Emily.
And if someone ? Certainly, chief.
Inspector-chief.
Good morning, Poirot.
Look the one who is he! The Captain Hastings, of return on his holidays in the jungle.
They are felt.
And it is with good aspect.
But it is left without hair there in top - It does not look to me - It is going to compete with you.
Poirot.
He knew that Cap.
Hastings did it bring me a crocodile like present? It is a cayman.
I killed it still in Venezuela.
We walked the day completely loaded, of a river for other.
What I owe the pleasure of your visit? Today it is the day 22, Inspector.
Is it remembered of the anonymous letter? It is true! Be warned with the day 21.
Did he mention Andover, was not it? I want that it is rested.
Join for Andover, for the Inspector Glen.
We receive anonymous letters every day.
Written by whom it has judgement little, and nothing to do.
Dennis? It is the Japp.
Are you good? You look like yourself of the anonymous letter about what I talked to you? Oh, yes? Right.
I am going to do that.
Well then? I think that it has no relation, but an elderly woman of a tobacconist's in Andover, it was even beaten up to the death, last night.
But Glen says what already have a suspect.
Anyway, I go up to there giving an espreitadela.
How was one calling the woman? Ascher.
You.
Alice Ascher.
Nobody took away money of the box.
It would be of waiting what were walking behind money.
Poirot, the Inspector Glen.
It is put in charge of the case.
How it is? It has not anything of complicated.
The name of the victim is Alice Ascher and he was 60 years old.
It was reached behind the balcony for a strong blow in the head.
- And do they suspect the husband? - Yes.
We still did not find anybody what has seen the Ascher this way, but also it is still early.
- Was he living with the woman? - No, they were separated that there are years.
The Ascher is a German.
It was employed of table, but he took to drink.
It is good what this, Inspector sees.
The famous anonymous letter? Was the body found in this corner? Yes.
Somewhat in untidiness.
It does not seem to me a thing of the Ascher.
I doubt that it had intelligence for this.
It is strange is the letter to mention the day 21 of this month.
But it can be a coincidence, clearly.
I do not appreciate this type of coincidences.
Was not it lacking at all in the shop? No.
They did not touch the box.
And there are no signs of theft.
- Did they add them to me anything, or not? - Did they add? A railroad guide ABC.
She must have consulted the trains of Andover.
It links or a client.
Fingerprints? Up to now only those of the Mrs.
Ascher.
Notice this, Hastings.
- A photo of marriage.
- Does not a beautiful woman, find? ' Notice the room.
And everything what remains of a life.
A few ornaments from porcelain broken, a photo, a new couple of stockings Be stopped sentimentalities.
There is already nothing doing here.
We go away.
Gee.
Is something, Inspector absent? He was seeing if it was doing a list of the persons who entered here.
- And nobody saw anybody? - In fact they turn Three high types, of furtive floor.
Four low types, of black moustaches.
Two bearded men, three fat ones, a type with a strange hat And, believing in them, they all had a sinister air.
- And nobody saw such a Ascher? - No.
It was a luck to more.
She did not even know how she died.
Hit in the head.
It costs believing that it is same of the photo, is not it? He sees himself for the line of the jaw, for the structure of the head.
Did she have children? No, but it had a niece, called Mary Drower.
It is employed near to Overton.
They say that she is a young person held well.
The weapon was not found, clearly.
A walking stick, a moca, or something of this type Great strength would be necessary to hit did you give? It means if a trembling old man of 70 years as the Ascher was it getting? It is perfectly possible.
With a weight in the tip of the weapon.
I did not do anything! It is a shame and a scandal to bring me for here! Release me! How do they dare? - I did not do anything.
- I still did not accuse him of anything, Ascher.
And it is not obliged speaking.
I did not kill it! It is completely a lie! - It threatened them to me very often.
- No! It was playing.
Take it.
Detain it for suspicion.
I was not even near Alice! I did not do anything! Release me! There is another factor to favor of the innocence of the Mr.
Ascher.
- Do you find? - Yes.
If he was beating him or it is threatening it, she would be facing him.
But, me time of that, it was of back for the attacker.
It is obvious what was taking away tobacco to give to a client.
I suppose what is the Beauty queen Mary Drower.
It does not want to sit down, "mademoiselle"? No, thank you.
The mistress would not mind, I prefer them to myself not to do it, in his absence.
Was it liking his aunt? What an awful thing! Poor aunt! And it had such a difficult life.
She was always so good for me.
And the problems what she had with that German devil.
The awful things what he was saying.
What would cut the throat and things so.
And it was cursing and cursing, also.
It is awful to think what the persons reach.
One will come to need me, be in which height it will be, one does not forget of contacting me, is it well? Is there anything of stranger? There is something of stranger, yes, young person.
But perhaps be able to help me later.
It can dispose of me, man.
It is not just my aunt to have been killed.
Well then? I find that you.
Ascher is a suspect very not much probable.
And the girl? It is always possible.
But with what I cause? Yes, really.
Still if we had a trace They are always the traces that they attract you, is not it? It is pity the murderer not to smoke an exotic cigarette, to lay the ash in the ground, and to tread on it with shoes what leave a mark quite strange! It is not cooperative at all our murderer.
But at least, my friend, we have the railroad guide.
There you have a good trace.
Billets what it links it were not left by it there for carelessness? ' Not, it was on purpose.
And what they say the fingerprints.
- They were not to me there any.
- Right, Hastings.
Our murderer hides and it tries to remain hidden.
But for the nature of the case, it will launch the light on own him.
What you find? It is excellent.
Very artistic.
Done well.
Do not you find it not much imposing? Another siege is arranged for the fruit bowl.
- We could that it was - Another letter arrived.
Another letter of the ABC.
" Expensive Mr.
Poirot: The case of Andover did it run lovely, was not it? " It went to my first time.
" But the amusement just now it began.
" I attract attention for the day 25, in on on on Bexhill-on-Sea.
" We are amusing us to the brave one.
My fulfilment.
ABC.
" Holy God! I am afraid well that the death of the Mrs.
Ascher be only a beginning, Hastings.
It does not doubt what they used same typewriter, is not it? And we can take office that the author is responsible for your murder in Andover.
We have a notice of an according to crime scheduled for the district of Chief executive Carter, in the day 25, the day after tomorrow, in Bexhill.
Which measures is it that the Police officer of Sussex can it take? It is difficult.
There is no least trace as for the possible victim.
It is possible that the nickname of the pretense victim begin for a "B".
It would be already something.
It is only a possibility.
I remembered when I saw the signature " ABC " in the first letter, and when I heard the name of the unfortunate woman of Andover.
It means, first, you.
Ascher in Andover, and now someone begun for "B" in Bexhill? It is quite possible.
We are dealing with a crazy one.
But up to now we do not do his idea of the cause.
And do the crazy ones have any motive? Perhaps he wants to follow the alphabet, from Andover up to Zenol.
I thought very much about this.
We can take precautions, at least.
Chief executive Carter, perhaps it was possible his people to make note of all the "BB" in his area, in special the small traders, and to try to watch the strangers, as much as possible.
Bexhill is a balneal ranch! And we are to weekday way.
There come people of the whole side.
Bexhill is so cheerful! Tomorrow it is the great day, then.
You think that she is going to be an elderly woman in some tobacconist's? It seems to me not much probable.
But in a shop, perhaps.
All of we are right of complaint of a shopkeeper or other.
It is well a truth! At least we know that it cannot be the Ascher.
It is still under custody.
And the girl? Mary Qualquer Coisa? The servant? No.
The murderer has not many hypotheses with so many men of his this way.
It is practically under arrest.
The mental health of a city full of men against the madness of an alone one? Be remembered of the continuous result of Jack, the Estripador.
None does here lack other like that one.
I am afraid, my friends.
I am very afraid.
Walk here! Hastings! It happened! But today the fact is that it is the day 25! The crime took place to last night between the 12 and to an hour.
Our homicidal clown he is a man of word.
When he says day 25, it is same in the day 25.
Even if it is for a few minutes.
But will East itself be such a crime? It had the guide opened in the trains for Bexhill, under the body.
Does one know who is the victim, Inspector? It was identified how being the Beauty queen Elizabeth Barnard, of 23 years of age.
It was employed of table in the Woolen tent Warre.
- Was it pretty? - There he is again! Does not it seem to him important? For a woman it is great.
It decides very often his destiny.
It is with what with what the girl was it strangled? With her belt.
We have finally a decisive fact.
And does he say anything to us, or not? I do not see what.
I gave the piece of news to the parents, I was them better to let them recover before questioning them.
Are there other members of the family? There is a sister, a stenographer of London.
It was already contacted.
And there is a young person who is supposed to have gone out with her last night.
- Were we lucky with the guide? - It had no fingerprints.
It was opened in the page of Bexhill.
- He is our man, undoubtedly.
- It must have some meaning.
It will not have to do with the trains of Andover and Bexhill? It is a case to see, yes.
This is aflitivo, Inspector.
It is quite alarming.
I do not even want to think in as it will affect the business.
But it is going to prosper, " lady ".
It is not going to have time to move.
Billet? What horrible thing.
The persons are awful.
There is how much time is that the Beauty queen Barnard was it working here? This was the second Summer.
Was she pretty? She was a nice girl and of well-groomed aspect.
It is to what hours that she went last night? At 8 hours.
We close to the eight.
Did she say what she was going to do then? We were not close.
Nobody came for it? No.
I am them that she had a boyfriend.
Donald Fraser.
They were not uneasy since she does not return last night? We did not know what she had not turned.
I and my woman we go to bed early.
Only we knew what she had not turned, with the arrival of the agent of the police officer.
Was it her custom to arrive late? He knows how the today girls are.
Be that as it may, it used to return to the 11.
And it had whose boy was practically he gets engaged.
His name is Donald Fraser.
This does not do sense any! That's right it does not do.
Excuse, Mr.
Barnard.
Betty mentioned sometime a relation with Andover? Would she have there any friends? Andover? No.
He would like seeing the room of the Beauty queen Barnard.
There can be there any thing.
Letters, a diary Completely well.
It is here.
- Who is the man? - Is she the Beauty queen Barnard? Yes, Megan Barnard.
Belongs the man to the Police officer? - To be a franc, no - What well then? Where my parents are? His father is showing to the Police officer the room of his sister.
His mother is over there.
We might not ? Does it walk following me? What intends? - This is you.
Hercule Poirot.
- Mademoiselle Barnard I do not realize what you.
Poirot he wants of our humble crime.
What the girl and I do not see it was letting to write a book.
But what is important is something what is not easy of finding.
- What? - The truth.
About the truth I do not know anything! Only I know what I feel.
That is most important thing for to understand the murder of his sister.
Completely well.
Betty was not of liking a person and not to interest for other one.
And working in the Tent, it was always finding quite similar men.
- I understand, mademoiselle.
- Her boyfriend, no.
If she was liking him, he was not realizing because she would like to go out with others.
They came having heated discussions.
The Don was so violent, what even was scaring it.
When it was that? The last time, there is around one month.
It was an incredible scene.
The Don was completely pale and shuddering There he comes! Be running, intercepting it.
He wanted to speak with him before the Inspector Japp.
Don! The Beauty queen Barnard told him that where it was going last night? One said what was going with a friend the St.
Leonards.
And did it believe in her? But who is the man? It does not belong of the Police officer.
No, Monsieur.
I am better than the Police officer.
It tells him.
I believed in the height.
But then And what it did? I lost my head.
I was convinced of what she was with other.
I thought what it links had taken it of car the Eastbourne.
I was even there.
I looked in the hotels and restaurants.
They must have thought that I was crazy.
I walked for the cinemas, I went even to the quay.
I gave up again and me to come though.
It is not a great alibi, is not it? He is not, not, my friend.
Donald Fraser has a good motive for the murder.
And the opportunity.
To kill Betty Barnard, yes.
But which was the motive in order that you kill.
Ascher? It is what we will discover.
Both are women, clearly.
And which was the motive in order that those letters write to me? There is something in those letters.
Something that preoccupies me.
You were very careful, but you committed a mistake.
It is the first time what someone suggests that you can be the criminal.
You are going to be watched and followed.
You are going to denounce yourself and they catch you.
You are accusing me of having killed it? Because you do not escape, Mary? Even you could, but you do not move, Mary.
Why? - Because - You know that I am not the criminal.
It is there that you are wrong! I am the murderer of Dorset.
I killed the Lilie James and others all and now I am going to kill you to you! The public knows nothing about the relation ABC between the crimes.
But it is kept on hiding, we are not going to obtain cooperation.
But returning public it is doing the play of the criminal, what must be the reason for such letters.
The renown, the publicity! I find what we had to risk.
Therefore in the title pages.
Death of connected servant with the crime of Andover The brutality of Bexhill it confuses the Belgian Who is the murderer? Japp investigates I still did not mention this, not to seem a presumption, what is the characteristic what I more hate.
Clear.
What delicious soup.
But it is possible that the murderer it is committing crimes for personal hatred against me, Hercule Poirot.
- Since he writes to you the letters? - Right.
Or perhaps his animosity be impersonal, and be only since I am a foreigner.
Good, there are people for everything.
- It is the last mail, Hastings.
- I know.
I am to the wait of the catalogue of the Lillywhite.
He wanted to buy cues of golf.
I still use the old men what belonged to my father.
Creed! ' - what was? - And another letter of the ABC.
Stamped " London W.
C.
1.
", again.
It must have some meaning, of certainty.
It opens it you.
Quick.
" Expensive Mr.
Poirot: It is not so good in criminal questions as he was thinking.
" Will it have already passed of his height? We will see if it behaves better this time.
" This time it is easy.
Churston, in the day 29.
" See if it does any thing.
" It becomes a bit monotonous I to do everything to my way.
" Boa hunted.
His friend of always.
ABC.
" Where he will be Churston? Did not you still realize? Today it is the day 29.
When it was written to letter? Day 26.
Bon Dieu.
Look, Hastings! You did not notice.
It is the wrong residence! " Mr.
Hercule Poirot, Whitehorse Mansions.
" Done not known in this residence.
Try Whitehaven Mansions.
" It will be that up to the luck does it help crazy East? It is exaggerated late.
- You cannot be sure.
- They are 10h20, Hastings.
Churston, Devon.
It arrives to 7h15.
It goes out from Paddington to the midnight.
- Is there already news of Churston? - Still not.
The whole people of the area is going for there.
It is only a village.
Does it have the letter with you? Whitehorse Mansions.
What luck ours.
In others it was right in the residence.
Because it was deceived now? Perhaps work hard on purpose.
No.
He has his rules and I think that it carries out them.
I know already! He drinks whisky White Horse.
Quite thought! It wrote the address and it had the bottle at the front of him.
We also gave psychology in the Scotland Yard.
Sir Carmichael always comes to walk after the dinner, Beauty queen Grey.
When it reaches the end, he turns on the right and it passes by the estate.
And it always returns at 10 hours.
It passes already of the midnight.
Will not it have had an accident? I am going to go down the cliff.
I go on another side.
Perhaps he has returned.
Mis Grey! Arrive here! Murderer attacks again.
Horror in the top of the cliff Millionaire murdered aristocrat The butler finds the murdered millionaire They took the body to house.
It was a blow in the head, with a sharp instrument.
This is going to alert the persons, now that the newspapers know already.
Three murders in ten days.
The whole country is going to try to know who is the ABC.
And are they going to look what? Good a crazy one.
And what the aspect of a crazy one is? You.
Ascher had no relation with on on on Bexhill-on-Sea, and Betty Barnard had no relation with Andover, to which we know.
And we are going to discover that none of them it had any relation with Churston and Sir Carmichael Clarke.
Up to apposition in that.
Hundreds of miles, and everything in their life separates them.
Are it what what joins them? Why? Which benefit can result of such a crime? Even in the unhealthiest imagination? Get straight to the point, man.
This is you.
Franhlin Clarke, the brother of Sir Carmichael.
My condolences, Mr.
Clarke.
- You.
Poirot.
Cap.
Hastings.
- How it is? Give us some facts, Mr.
Clarke.
Certainly.
His brother was of good health and when yesterday was arranged well? It was.
The same thing was always of.
Was not it preoccupied? Excuse, Inspector, but I did not say that.
To be preoccupied it was the natural state of my brother.
I was shocked by his aspect when I returned there is somewhat of the East.
His disease of the woman it was annoying it in incredible way.
Disease? My sister-in-law, Lady Clarke, it is very badly of health.
Here between us, it suffers of an incurable cancer.
He is not going to survive greatly any more time.
And Sir Carmichael did not receive no unpleasant letter? What I know, no.
Had not it monetary problems? My brother he was a very rich man.
And it had a collection of great beauty.
He was living for that, in fact.
Some stranger came here to ask after him recently? - The doctor finished already.
- Thank you, Deveril.
Some stranger came here to ask for Sir Carmichael recently? No, man.
Does it have anything to say to us, Doctor? Not at all what is not already known.
Instant death.
We put it in the room of billiards.
The Lady Clarke is going to speak with.
This is the Beauty queen Thora Grey, the secretary of my brother.
How it is? I speak then with you, if one does not matter.
Mademoiselle.
I am in the library, they will need me.
Hastings? It does not let to understand.
There must be a relation between these victims.
Nós is that we still do not discover it.
We gave already with the head in a wall.
There is no relation any.
Will have! I say to you that not, Hastings.
There is no relation between these persons, besides beginning his names for certain letters of the alphabet.
We already investigated the past of the victims and of the suspects.
Hastings did not find anything, the Scotland Yard also not.
And not even I discover someone.
We are wasting time.
There is nothing to discover.
Then these persons were totally do you find strange for the murderer? Right, Hastings.
They were chosen only by cause of the mania it erases for the alphabet.
Murders ABC Report of the psychologists Did it already finish his? Yes.
Murdered millionaire.
Work of a homicidal maniac Which sordid thing, is not it? It is, since.
Very even.
With mad does one ever know, is not it? Not always they seem idiotic.
As times they can have our aspect.
Yes, really.
For times it went to war what upset them and never again they recovered.
I hate the wars.
I hate the nuisances, the disease of the sleep, the hunger and the cancer, but that happens! But the war is avoidable.
I apologise to him.
I suppose what was at the war.
I was, yes.
And it links really it upset me.
They all are already here.
- What you brought? - Biscuits.
And here we are all joined ones We are going to begin for you, Mademoiselle Drower.
When it went to last time what was with his aunt? I was not seeing it that there is a fortnight.
But it had received her letter, two days before.
It is the type of facts what can give us a vital trace.
They all will have some information of what they are not conscious.
Did it guard this letter? No, man, but I look myself of what she was saying.
What the old devil had patrolled around there and she had driven it away with a sermon.
And what was hoping for me in Wednesday, my rest, and that we were going to the cinema.
It was my anniversary, man.
Excuse.
I do not want to seem an idiot.
But I am seeing her anxious for our amusement.
They are always the small things what move us.
Things as an amusement or a gift, in special.
The same thing happened when Betty died.
The mother had bought him stockings, in this morning, by the way.
Poor mother I found it crying seized to them.
He was saying it: " I bought them for Betty, and she did not even see them.
" All of we have interest in seeing the murderer behind the grills.
And if we were joining strength trying to get a beating? You.
Poirot and the Police officer they have competence for that.
As for me, I never scorn a small help.
Mademoiselle Grey when it will return for Devon and to be remembered of the day in which Sir Carmichael was it killed, perhaps one remembers of having seen a stranger to patrol the village I am sure that not.
Anyway, I left Churston once and for all.
She had the kindness to be to help me to explain everything, but it prefers a job in London, since it is natural.
I realize.
And since the Lady Clarke is? Very badly.
To purpose, Mr.
Poirot, it would be a nuisance of his part to visit him? Before I leave, she expressed the wish of seeing.
Certainly, Mr.
Clarke.
You find that their cooperation will it give us any trace? It is possible.
Do you know a thing? I got the impression of what something of significant one it was said this afternoon.
It is strange.
I do not know what it is exactamente.
But something passed me over the head what it made to me remember a thing what I already saw, I heard or noticed her.
I go away to remember.
Is there some problem? No, no He was thinking about the "D", to be a franc.
- The near crime? - Yes.
He must walk thereabouts planning it.
A person is made shudder only of thinking about that.
" The crimes of the ABC.
The Captain Hastings speaks.
" After the third murder, " the brutish death of the millionaire Sir Carmichael Clarke " You.
Poirot considers the situation serious much, says Cap.
Hastings.
" " Andover, Bexhill, Churston Where it will attack the following ABC? " Poirot on the edge of the success, the Captain Hastings says.
" He hears, Poirot.
I did not say that completely.
I know, Hastings.
It is a frequent credit a great abyss between what is said and what they write.
- I do not want that you think - Do not worry, I make friends.
These sillinesses even they can become a help.
How? If the murderer to read what I supposedly said, it will lose all the respect for me like adversary.
But after another crime we will be knowing much more.
The crime is revealing.
A moment.
Lady Clarke, you are here.
Poirot.
Oh, so Mr.
Poirot.
Lady Clarke.
I introduce to him my friend and colleague, the Captain Hastings.
- How it is? - And the man? They were very gentle in coming here.
Merci.
Was it about the Car, was not it? Of the death of the Car.
- Did not they still catch it? - Still not.
He must have walked this way in this day.
But no stranger came here in this day.
Who said that? The employees.
And the Beauty queen Grey also.
This girl is a liar! It is clear that the Car it had it in great count.
It was not realizing that she was only interested in his cash.
When I was leaving from scene Lady Clarke because he says that the Beauty queen Grey is she a liar? Because in fact it is.
She did not say to him that strangers did not come here the house? - Yes.
- Very well.
I saw it with my eyes themselves, speaking with strange someone, here of this window.
- Does it give me permission? - Do favor.
In the gate of the garden.
When he was that, Lady Clarke? In the morning of the day in what the Car died.
Around 11 hours.
Which was his aspect? He was a common man.
It was not that, excuse.
A gentleman, a trader, perhaps? She was a tattered person.
I do not manage to look like myself.
What extraordinary history that of the Beauty queen Grey with the stranger He is how I say to you.
There is always something discovering.
But because it lay it links and did he say what nobody saw? It is monstrous to suppose that a girl of that be allied to a crazy one.
It is therefore what I do not suppose.
A pretty girl it always has problems.
You always have charitable feelings for with the pretty girls.
As for me, I have more charitable feelings for with the ill elderly women.
Mr.
Poirot! Monsieur Fraser.
Excuse, I me need of talking to him.
Come even to my apartment, Monsieur Fraser.
Mr.
Poirot it realizes something of dreams? I realize.
Has it been walking dreaming? I always have the same dream.
I walk in the beach, to the search of Betty.
She is lost and I have to find it.
I walk with her belt in the hand.
And then Say.
She is there seated in the sand.
I come behind her.
I pass the belt around the neck and I pull and I pull - Continue.
- She is killed.
I strangled it.
Her head falls backwards and I see the face.
And she is Megan.
She is not Betty! It is horrible! Take his drink.
I can have lost the memory - Wednesday brought letter near! - Read it! Quick! " Mr.
Hercule Poirot: Was it still unsuccessful? " What walks doing and more the Police officer? " Is not it amused? And what the near amusement will be? " Poor person, Sr.
Poirot.
I feel very sorry for you.
" We still have very much to our front.
" The near incident will have place in Doncaster, to 9 of September.
" Goodbye.
ABC.
" Perhaps our group of helpers be able to do something.
It is in Doncaster! The death walks in Doncaster! The Police officer will act! It is where that you.
Poirot does it guard the soup bowls? In the cupboard from above.
- The saucers? - In the cupboard of bass.
It is completely in order of height.
This smells the fraud, Poirot.
Doncaster, in the day 9.
- I go there.
- Thank you.
What it does here? - Is this a convention or what? - Good morning, Inspector.
Perhaps.
We formed an association of ours to deal with the case.
A group of interested parts.
Oh, yes? I liked of what the old man ABC it did again to him to you.
To be a franc, Mr.
Clarke, I am not of this opinion.
Correct me if it will be the case, but the day 9 is alone in Wednesday of the near week, is not it? And that gives us much time for the publicity in the press.
And much time to warn the inhabitants of Doncaster, in special those who have names begun by the letter "D".
It is easy of seeing that the man she is not an athletic person.
However, if What it means? On the near Wednesday it is the day of the race in Doncaster.
I was thinking about that.
Does he want a tea, Inspector? Merci.
Doncaster is going to be similar with a market.
It is astute.
He planned this with great cleverness.
I believe that the crime will happen in the trace of races.
Perhaps even during the race.
It is certain that the race it is a complication.
However It is better I to return for the Yard.
Very much thank you.
It is completely under control.
The problem is that we do not know anything about the murderer.
We already revised everything what we know times without count.
- We spoke - Completely not, Monsieur.
For example, the Mademoiselle Grey he said to us what he did not see did not even speak with no stranger in the day in which Sir Carmichael was it killed.
And it is true.
I did not see.
But the Lady Clarke said to us what saw it for the window, in this day, speaking with a stranger, in the garden.
The Lady Clarke was wrong.
I did not speak I remember already now! What stupidity! It was not at all of important one.
He was one of those men what walk thereabouts selling stockings.
Ancient combatants, does it realize? They are very persistent, but he was totally harmless.
It must be therefore that I did not remember him.
You halve, halve, halve You halve, halve The relation is this.
Do not you remember, Hastings? Andover.
The room in the rears of the shop? Of the couple of stockings of silk, in the back of the chair? I already remember myself of what it called me the attention there are two days.
It went to girl He said that his mother cried, because in the day of the crime he had bought to his sister a couple of stockings of silk.
It is true, yes.
She mentioned to feel sorry for the wretches what walk selling from door to door.
Describe this man! I cannot I do not know It was using glasses, I suppose and an old overcoat One remembers of more things.
And it walked bent I do not know! I hardly looked at him.
He was not a so-and-so what was giving in the sights! In these few words, the secret of these crimes resides.
" He was not a so-and-so what was giving in the sights.
" There is no doubt any.
It had just described the murderer.
I do not know, Mr.
Cust, if it already finished his Does one feel well? I am only not much indisposed.
Lament.
- Does not it leave today, then? - I leave, yes! I will go.
I go to Cheltenham.
Good what.
Cheltenham is great.
It has pretty shops.
Which awful news, does not it find? Only they talk about the crime.
I am made shudder.
I do not even read it.
He says that the near one is in Doncaster.
And what is tomorrow.
If I was living there and my name it began with "D", it was going out soon of there.
In spite of the hundreds of police what they there put.
It is same with bad aspect.
It did not have to travel today.
It is necessary, a Mrs.
Marbury.
When I intend to do a thing, I carry it even through.
It is the man who knows.
What a head what I was! I disillusioned them to all.
I did not come noticing him.
Even that he seeing it again, perhaps it was not even recognizing it.
Do not be preoccupied, girl.
Up to now the luck it was from the side of the murderer.
But more late or more early it is going to be from our side.
I think that even it is already.
The trace of the stockings is the beginning.
Doncaster! We are in Doncaster! I am seeing what it brought his private army, Poirot.
Inspector Japp, my expensive friend.
We did not know that it was coming in the train.
You, the dandies, do not notice in what it goes on with the workers.
the Mademoiselle Barnard it patrols the central row of seats.
And the Monsieur Fraser stays in the trace of the stop.
It seems to me very problematic that we could do something of practical value.
Do not be defeatist, Don.
Our weapon it is our knowledge.
But it will be able to be a knowledge of what we are not conscious.
And it is completely for this night.
I wish a good night all.
- Good night, Poirot.
- Good night, Hastings.
Good night.
Ear, Mr.
Poirot.
When it went to Churston to week passed, my sister-in-law by chance did not it propose anything? Did not it propose what? The fact is that the Thora, the Beauty queen Grey she is a very pretty girl.
Yes, perhaps.
One feels, please.
My brother always said what had never better secretary.
But it was always completely very correct and openly.
I do not doubt.
But my sister-in-law gave to him to be jealous, I find.
After the death of the Car, when it put itself the question of the Beauty queen Grey to be Charlotte went to the wires.
It was to ? Wires.
The women are a few devils.
One reminds of that the Lady Clarke it is ill and suffering.
I know.
And I do not forget that.
I do not want them to myself what is with bad impression of the Thora because of something what my sister-in-law has said.
I can guarantee him, Mr.
Clarke, that I never keep false impressions for something that they say to me.
It is in any case.
- Good night, Mr.
Poirot.
- Good night, Mr.
Clarke.
I insist with vehemence so that they follow your instincts.
They become someone who corresponds to the description of a seller of stockings, they must communicate immediately to the Police officer.
Even that they see some familiar face but do not manage to identify it, up to that it is significant.
He is not going to try it now with the trace full of police officers.
It would be crazy! He is crazy, unfortunately.
The obsession of a murderer it is so strong what he will try what promised.
Not to do it, it seriates to admit defeat, what is a thing that his crazy selfishness it would never allow him.
- Mademoiselle Grey! - I ask great excuse.
It does not do badly.
It is delayed only And now it is the height of taking your places.
I wish you good luck.
And you, Poirot? No, Hastings.
My strength is in the brain and not in my feet.
- We are at 3 hours.
- Certainly.
Hastings! Hastings! With license! It is completely well.
They all are in position.
It is not that.
You do not realize.
Look at the crowd! I know already, it is very difficult.
It is to look for needle in a hayloft.
It is that itself! What the best siege is in order that a man is hidden? In the middle of a crowd? Right! And which is the best way of covering a crime up? A crime? I have no idea.
Between other crimes, I suppose.
Precisely! I said that the victims they were chosen at random, selected only for initial his.
But I was wrong.
They all are accidental ones less one! This monster walks committing a series of crimes to divert us the attention of a crime in individual! With license! Give me permission! Ear the show ended.
He is not well.
It is better knots Creed! It seems a blood.
Look what is under the seat! It is an ABC! I washed already with cold water.
I cut the hand.
Does one feel well? Tell us what it happened, Mr.
Downes.
A woman is here what he wants to speak with you.
He says that it is urgent.
When it was that? - Around 4h15.
- That was that there are three hours! In the height I did not call, only when he knew that there had been another crime.
He said what had had cut the hand.
It can describe this man, please? It is high, it walks bent, and it uses glasses.
And his clothes? A dark fact and especially and a hat Homburg.
It has a tattered aspect.
It seems to be to me blood.
It tells it to analyse.
We found the name in the register.
- What it is? - See! A.
B.
Marry.
Will not he be Cash? He does not stop being ABC.
Marry? Cast? And a residence of London.
- There is a suitcase under the bed.
- It takes away it in order that we see.
You halve.
Stockings from silk.
It was right, Poirot.
There is here another thing, there behind.
It is a knife! Do not touch him.
It pulls the bed.
The way had cheeped since he said goodbye.
Since one was not turning us seeing.
He told me that he was going for Cheltenham.
Poor person of the Mr.
Cust.
I cannot even believe! Awful news, does not it find? Only one talks about the crime.
I am even made shudder.
You are going to be watched and questioned.
And you are going to be followed.
You were very clever.
With mad one never knows.
What incredible case.
His destiny.
It is written in the palm of his hand.
The most famous man of England.
You are going to die in the gallows.
I killed the Lilie James.
And now I am going to kill you! Detention of the murderer ABC! Murderer apprehended ABC! Murderer Cust in court! Promptly, already it is.
Detained for judgement.
What his opinion is of the Monsieur Cust? He is doing a move very cunning.
The doctors said to me that it is epileptic.
But it is possible a crime to be committed without being conscious of that? He might try this defense if it was not for the letters.
They demonstrate premeditation.
And we continue without explanation for the letters.
While he will not know for what reason the letters were written to me, I do not feel what the case it is resolved.
It has a Mr.
Strange to the wait in his office.
He says that it is urgent.
- Inspector Japp? - The own thing.
It is about the crime of Bexhill.
He swears for everything that knew the Cust in the Royal George Hotel, in Eastbourne, in the night of 24 of August, what had dinner joined and played domino even after the midnight.
And he says the truth, you.
Cust it could not be in the beach in Bexhill, between them 24h00 and to one of the morning strangling Betty Barnard.
He committed the crime of Andover, it of Churston and it of Doncaster.
Also it must have committed it of Bexhill.
Why? I have no idea why.
Because it is idiotic, it is therefore! Excuse, Monsieur Cust.
I am Hercule Poirot.
Oh, so.
I am the man to whom it wrote the letters.
I never wrote to him.
I am full of saying that to them.
There did not go away the man who wrote them, who went then? I do not know.
They all are against me.
They were always.
Even when it was childish? No.
But my mother was ambitious.
It gave me these ridiculous names.
Alexandre Bonaparte Cust! It had the absurd idea of what I would become someone.
And is it in what in what I gave? In a walking seller of stockings.
The man must know what the firm what the man says what gave him job, does it deny this fact? I know, but I have their letters, when educations give to me to which sieges did it have to go, and a list of the persons what I had to contact! All the letters were written in the machine found in his room.
The machine was sent to me by the firm in the beginning of my job! But the letters were sent after to have received the machine.
So, it gives the idea or not, of what the man typed them and did he post them? I know, I know.
But it could not have committed the second crime, is not it? It of Bexhill.
It was not playing domino in Eastbourne? Is it a very absorbent play, is not it? It has very much what is said to him, very even.
When I was working in the City, we were playing in the hour of lunch.
It does not even imagine like strangers they can know each other playing domino.
I remember a person, in special We began to talk to the coffee, and then we played.
I do not forget anything what they said to me.
What they said to him? They talked about our destiny to be written in the palm of the hand, and they said to me amazing things.
What I would be the most famous man of England, before dying Continue.
" Even it seems that you are going to die in the gallows.
" He laughed then and he said that it was a joke.
But I suffer a great deal of the head.
There are heights in which I not I do not manage to remember what I did.
Does he know them to me what committed those crimes? Yes.
I know of that.
And I am right or not, while saying that he does not know the reason because it committed them? No.
I do not know.
I already have not that dream.
Completely that passes with the time.
I do not want to forget them Betty.
We are not going to forget it.
- There he comes.
- It was already not without time.
I do not know what the interest of this is.
The case is solved, shut in.
It is true.
The Cust is imprisoned and there will not be any more deaths.
One finished! But I still do not know anything.
And there is still an irritating fact.
You.
Cust has an alibi for the crime what it supposedly committed in this beach.
From the beginning that to it seemed to me to exist something of missed in the letters that I received.
And there is even.
I assumed what had been written for a crazy one, but not! They were written by a healthy type pretending to be a crazy one.
It is when what is noticed less a pin? Do not do so much noise, Milly.
When it is in a pin cushion.
It is when what is noticed less an individual crime? When it makes part of a series of connected crimes! A moment! Calm! The Cust committed the crimes! It was caught by the mouth in the jug.
Blood in the coat, the knife under the bed.
Even it confessed the crimes.
What is that he wants more? When I saw it for the first time, he knew that he was not blamed.
You.
Cust had not the cunning, not even the daring, and it had not even the intelligence.
The murderer must have namoriscado the Mademoiselle Betty Barnard.
It got that she was taking away the belt, with which it was strangled.
The man saw you.
Cust.
You imagine.
Cust, like you, the Englishmen, say seducing a young beauty? The Monsieur Cust to tan? Frankly, Mr.
Poirot! I was always convinced of the double personality of the murderer.
And now I know of what she was consisting.
Two wrapped persons were.
The truthful murderer, cunning, full of means, daring, and the pseudo-murderer, rude, hesitant, and above all, impressionable.
The murderer had considered already several schemes, when an accidental meeting with you.
Cust gave him an idea.
His epileptic attacks, his migraines, the shy personality herself of the Mr.
Cust, they were doing from him the ideal instrument for the murderer.
The name of Alexandre Bonaparte Cust it must have given to a murderer the idea of the crimes in alphabetical order.
The preparations were excellent.
Letters sent to a Mr.
Cust since they were going away of a known firm offering job with salary and commissions.
The plans were so outlined well in advance for the murderer, what the letters that were sent to me they had been already typed, and subsequently, the worn-out machine it was sent to a Mr.
Cust, to be used alegadamente in his business.
After to complete the preliminary plans, the murderer put hands to the work.
It sent to him a list of potential clients, in Andover, with educations to go there in the day 21 of August.
Monsieur Cust proceeded from agreement.
And later, in this day, you.
Ascher is killed in the brutish form.
Days later, it receives educations to go to on on on Bexhill-on-Sea, and in this clients' list the Lady Barnard was in.
In this night, Betty Barnard is strangled in the beach, with his belt.
In Churston, Lady Clarke observes the Beauty queen Grey to talk with Cust.
And Sir Carmichael dies also.
Three crimes and Cust is present in all they! I returned so to the essential question.
It is whom whom it was benefiting with an only one even of these crimes? The Lady Ascher had no money, so the Mademoiselle Drower he was not gaining anything with the death of the aunt.
The Mademoiselle Betty Barnard? She was not rich and she was living undoubtedly of the mean salary what was paid to him for the Woolen tent Warre.
And now, Sir Carmichael.
Like the newspapers widely they announced, Sir Carmichael was multimillionaire.
What it is suggesting? The epileptics, Mademoiselle Grey, they suffer frequently of lapses, in what they are not managed to remember from what they did.
Monsieur Cust was suffering of that.
It was also nervous, deeply neurotic, and extremely impressionable.
The crime of Andover he did not say anything to him, of beginning.
It of Bexhill, he also there had been and more or less in the same height.
And then one gave it of Churston! And so, when he received educations to go to Doncaster, knowing that the near crime ABC it is going to have place in this city, he is nervous, it begins to imagine that the landlady suspicious person looks at it, and he tells him that it goes to Cheltenham.
But it is here that the knowledge of the personality of the Mr.
Cust for part of the murderer, it begins to bear fruits.
In spite of his close friend to say to him not to go to Doncaster, you.
Cust goes in same.
And does it go why? Because it is his duty.
Monsieur Cust goes to the cinema, and when the movie finishes, it is prepared to go out.
But when it is of upside down back, it is when if the esfaqueamento gives of Wednesday victim.
With license.
While killing four persons, the murderer was waiting to pretend the crime that had a real motive, it of his brother, Sir Carmichael Clarke.
But the one who is the murderer about what so much he talks? It will not be suggesting that I am, is not it? I might not have killed such a so-and-so in the cinema.
It was in the trace of races, such as you.
It was yes, Mr.
Clarke.
And the murderer stayed in the trace until a crowd is joined.
Soon it became impossible to control the movements of someone, and our murderer it slipped discreetly.
In the letter what you.
Cust received of his supposed boss, it receives educations in which hotel must it be.
Therefore, it is not difficult to give with him.
The murderer follows it even to the cinema, and, in the darkness, it is of use his opportunity, to coolness, and when the show ends and you.
one comes Cust though, the person does not notice what by whom it passes, in the aisle, it puts a knife in the pocket.
This is a stupidity! Never hear a silliness of this! No, Mr.
Clarke, It was sure and he was almost sure of inheriting the fortune of his brother, since they did not distrust you.
But when he became a suspect, it was easy the proofs found.
Proofs? It has no proofs any.
What you prove? His fingerprints.
They were discovered in the machine what was sent to a Mr.
Cust.
The typewriter what if the man was innocent, it might never have handled.
His impertinent! Go there! Follow it! Wilkinson! Catch it! Good, I suppose what is completely.
I cannot believe.
It costs to me believing.
He was afraid, Mademoiselle Grey.
He was afraid that if the cancer it was killing the Lady Clarke, his brother, Sir Carmichael, it was coming to interest oneself in you, and perhaps even he was getting married with you.
And the hope erases of coming to inherit to have if it was lost forever.
While killing the brother, you.
Franklin Clarke was making sure of what after the death of Lady Clarke, the fortune of the family would be his.
Mr.
Poirot, I understand the reason of all those letters.
The fact is that without them, there would no be relation between the crimes.
Only I do not realize because he wrote them to you.
Because not to the Scotland Yard? Because it would be impossible to be mislaid a letter addressed to them.
Up to the most thrown off the scent postman he would know where handing.
It was essential in the plan of the Mr.
Clarke what the third letter was mislaying.
The Police officer only should know of the murder with real motive, after him having being committed.
Unfortunately, it had nothing to do with my undoubted fame.
He was needing merely of a private address.
But they were the fingerprints in the typewriter what resolved the case, clear.
The impressions, so they are really useful.
I added that to please him, Hastings.
Was not it true, then? In no way, my friend.
Holy God.
Millionaire's accused brother! Poirot triumphs again! Freed Cust! If you do not want it in the sideboard, is it where that you want it? It is the smell, Hastings.
It does not disappear.
It is still early.
I put him to bed yesterday a bit of eau-de-Cologne.
The eau-de-Cologne of whom? It was to - Hello, Inspector.
- Captain Hastings.
Good morning, Poirot.
I bring him here a person.
Monsieur Cust! Him to thank was having to come.
- She is a phenomenal person.
- He knows of that.
Very much thank you, Mr.
Cust.
Merci.
The man is not worked hard Thank you.
He knew that a newspaper it offered me 100 pounds, hundred! For a short report of my life and experiences? Not acceptance, Monsieur Cust.
Stand firm.
He must say they that his price now it is 500 pounds.
- Billet what yes? - Certainly! It still did not notice what is the most famous man of England? It is right.
Have great reason! Famous! It will be very pleasant to receive this money.
I am going to have a holiday and Creed! What a specimen! Does it like him? It is magnificent.
By the way, I was that I killed it.
- Did it kill it? - Yes, in the South America.
He would like hearing this history.
Certainly.
One feels, Mr.
Cust.
It was when I was in Venezuela.
We were a few miles the amount of Urbane Wool, what, by the way, is one of the places hotter of the world.
The moisture was absolutely unbearable.
We walked the day completely loaded, of a river for other.
I was exhausted.
And, suddenly, in a curve of the river, we gave with a show really extraordinary.
Down there, quick us, a native canoe was in refinements.
I noticed, suddenly, what were being pursued for an awful thing
I treat that, thank you.
- Who is his friend, Hastings? - He is Cedric, a cayman.
I killed it in the Orinoco, a few miles to amount of Urbane Wool.
We walked the day completely loaded, of a river for other.
It was exhausted.
- What was, my friend? - It tells that to me then.
These men want to go for the bed.
Certainly.
What about these six months? Were you occupied? No, the grey mass it be be rusted.
When your return was brought near, he said for with me: " Something is going to happen.
" We go both " to the hunting ".
But it cannot be a common thing.
It will be something affected, delicate.
Even it seems that you are ordering the dinner in the Ritz.
Excuse.
Is it where that we go? I thought that we were going first to my hotel.
There is no hotel.
Up to being able to demand your room, you keep the Poirot.
Who would say! This your extra fine crime it still did not happen, is not it? Still not.
At least I am not sure.
- It is your great delicacy.
- Not at all, I make friends.
I need you here to be able to watch you.
To protect you of the red-haired beldades.
Because you said that you had not the certainty about such a crime? Hastings You forgot your crocodile.
I prefer that his strange smell content itself with your room.
To be a franc, he was a present for you.
For me, Hastings? - What lovely thing - If you do not like No, Hastings It gives an air I do not know of what, do not you find? It was what I thought.
The embalsamador said that the smell it was disappearing to the end of one month.
No, I like the smell.
We feel toned up.
It brings the jungle to London.
I came thinking that you were not liking the old man Cedric.
It is a cayman.
I killed it when we were in Venezuela I received this letter there is one week.
What is her what billets? " Mr.
Hercule Poirot: It likes solving mysteries " too complicated for our foolish Police officer, is not it? " We are going to see there how far it arrives his cleverness.
" Perhaps this is a difficult task for you.
" The Andover is attentive, in the day 21 of this month.
" With the fulfilment of A.
B.
C.
" Typed.
Thick paper.
With the stamp of London, W.
C.
1.
What your opinion is? A crazy one must be, I suppose.
A crazy one is a thing very dangerous.
But today it is the day 21! Did you always go to Andover? The man of action of the custom What it is possible to do? There are no fingerprints.
There are no traces on the author of the letter.
Do not blame me if tomorrow in the newspaper to tell a great robbery in Andover.
It would be a great comfort! Comfort? It would remove of me the fear of being another thing.
Which thing? A murder, I make friends.
Biscuits with cream It is well.
The soup of the Edwards Sausages? I cannot walk loading them the whole afternoon! My secretary is not a larder, Emily.
And if someone ? Certainly, chief.
Inspector-chief.
Good morning, Poirot.
Look the one who is he! The Captain Hastings, of return on his holidays in the jungle.
They are felt.
And it is with good aspect.
But it is left without hair there in top - It does not look to me - It is going to compete with you.
Poirot.
He knew that Cap.
Hastings did it bring me a crocodile like present? It is a cayman.
I killed it still in Venezuela.
We walked the day completely loaded, of a river for other.
What I owe the pleasure of your visit? Today it is the day 22, Inspector.
Is it remembered of the anonymous letter? It is true! Be warned with the day 21.
Did he mention Andover, was not it? I want that it is rested.
Join for Andover, for the Inspector Glen.
We receive anonymous letters every day.
Written by whom it has judgement little, and nothing to do.
Dennis? It is the Japp.
Are you good? You look like yourself of the anonymous letter about what I talked to you? Oh, yes? Right.
I am going to do that.
Well then? I think that it has no relation, but an elderly woman of a tobacconist's in Andover, it was even beaten up to the death, last night.
But Glen says what already have a suspect.
Anyway, I go up to there giving an espreitadela.
How was one calling the woman? Ascher.
You.
Alice Ascher.
Nobody took away money of the box.
It would be of waiting what were walking behind money.
Poirot, the Inspector Glen.
It is put in charge of the case.
How it is? It has not anything of complicated.
The name of the victim is Alice Ascher and he was 60 years old.
It was reached behind the balcony for a strong blow in the head.
- And do they suspect the husband? - Yes.
We still did not find anybody what has seen the Ascher this way, but also it is still early.
- Was he living with the woman? - No, they were separated that there are years.
The Ascher is a German.
It was employed of table, but he took to drink.
It is good what this, Inspector sees.
The famous anonymous letter? Was the body found in this corner? Yes.
Somewhat in untidiness.
It does not seem to me a thing of the Ascher.
I doubt that it had intelligence for this.
It is strange is the letter to mention the day 21 of this month.
But it can be a coincidence, clearly.
I do not appreciate this type of coincidences.
Was not it lacking at all in the shop? No.
They did not touch the box.
And there are no signs of theft.
- Did they add them to me anything, or not? - Did they add? A railroad guide ABC.
She must have consulted the trains of Andover.
It links or a client.
Fingerprints? Up to now only those of the Mrs.
Ascher.
Notice this, Hastings.
- A photo of marriage.
- Does not a beautiful woman, find? ' Notice the room.
And everything what remains of a life.
A few ornaments from porcelain broken, a photo, a new couple of stockings Be stopped sentimentalities.
There is already nothing doing here.
We go away.
Gee.
Is something, Inspector absent? He was seeing if it was doing a list of the persons who entered here.
- And nobody saw anybody? - In fact they turn Three high types, of furtive floor.
Four low types, of black moustaches.
Two bearded men, three fat ones, a type with a strange hat And, believing in them, they all had a sinister air.
- And nobody saw such a Ascher? - No.
It was a luck to more.
She did not even know how she died.
Hit in the head.
It costs believing that it is same of the photo, is not it? He sees himself for the line of the jaw, for the structure of the head.
Did she have children? No, but it had a niece, called Mary Drower.
It is employed near to Overton.
They say that she is a young person held well.
The weapon was not found, clearly.
A walking stick, a moca, or something of this type Great strength would be necessary to hit did you give? It means if a trembling old man of 70 years as the Ascher was it getting? It is perfectly possible.
With a weight in the tip of the weapon.
I did not do anything! It is a shame and a scandal to bring me for here! Release me! How do they dare? - I did not do anything.
- I still did not accuse him of anything, Ascher.
And it is not obliged speaking.
I did not kill it! It is completely a lie! - It threatened them to me very often.
- No! It was playing.
Take it.
Detain it for suspicion.
I was not even near Alice! I did not do anything! Release me! There is another factor to favor of the innocence of the Mr.
Ascher.
- Do you find? - Yes.
If he was beating him or it is threatening it, she would be facing him.
But, me time of that, it was of back for the attacker.
It is obvious what was taking away tobacco to give to a client.
I suppose what is the Beauty queen Mary Drower.
It does not want to sit down, "mademoiselle"? No, thank you.
The mistress would not mind, I prefer them to myself not to do it, in his absence.
Was it liking his aunt? What an awful thing! Poor aunt! And it had such a difficult life.
She was always so good for me.
And the problems what she had with that German devil.
The awful things what he was saying.
What would cut the throat and things so.
And it was cursing and cursing, also.
It is awful to think what the persons reach.
One will come to need me, be in which height it will be, one does not forget of contacting me, is it well? Is there anything of stranger? There is something of stranger, yes, young person.
But perhaps be able to help me later.
It can dispose of me, man.
It is not just my aunt to have been killed.
Well then? I find that you.
Ascher is a suspect very not much probable.
And the girl? It is always possible.
But with what I cause? Yes, really.
Still if we had a trace They are always the traces that they attract you, is not it? It is pity the murderer not to smoke an exotic cigarette, to lay the ash in the ground, and to tread on it with shoes what leave a mark quite strange! It is not cooperative at all our murderer.
But at least, my friend, we have the railroad guide.
There you have a good trace.
Billets what it links it were not left by it there for carelessness? ' Not, it was on purpose.
And what they say the fingerprints.
- They were not to me there any.
- Right, Hastings.
Our murderer hides and it tries to remain hidden.
But for the nature of the case, it will launch the light on own him.
What you find? It is excellent.
Very artistic.
Done well.
Do not you find it not much imposing? Another siege is arranged for the fruit bowl.
- We could that it was - Another letter arrived.
Another letter of the ABC.
" Expensive Mr.
Poirot: The case of Andover did it run lovely, was not it? " It went to my first time.
" But the amusement just now it began.
" I attract attention for the day 25, in on on on Bexhill-on-Sea.
" We are amusing us to the brave one.
My fulfilment.
ABC.
" Holy God! I am afraid well that the death of the Mrs.
Ascher be only a beginning, Hastings.
It does not doubt what they used same typewriter, is not it? And we can take office that the author is responsible for your murder in Andover.
We have a notice of an according to crime scheduled for the district of Chief executive Carter, in the day 25, the day after tomorrow, in Bexhill.
Which measures is it that the Police officer of Sussex can it take? It is difficult.
There is no least trace as for the possible victim.
It is possible that the nickname of the pretense victim begin for a "B".
It would be already something.
It is only a possibility.
I remembered when I saw the signature " ABC " in the first letter, and when I heard the name of the unfortunate woman of Andover.
It means, first, you.
Ascher in Andover, and now someone begun for "B" in Bexhill? It is quite possible.
We are dealing with a crazy one.
But up to now we do not do his idea of the cause.
And do the crazy ones have any motive? Perhaps he wants to follow the alphabet, from Andover up to Zenol.
I thought very much about this.
We can take precautions, at least.
Chief executive Carter, perhaps it was possible his people to make note of all the "BB" in his area, in special the small traders, and to try to watch the strangers, as much as possible.
Bexhill is a balneal ranch! And we are to weekday way.
There come people of the whole side.
Bexhill is so cheerful! Tomorrow it is the great day, then.
You think that she is going to be an elderly woman in some tobacconist's? It seems to me not much probable.
But in a shop, perhaps.
All of we are right of complaint of a shopkeeper or other.
It is well a truth! At least we know that it cannot be the Ascher.
It is still under custody.
And the girl? Mary Qualquer Coisa? The servant? No.
The murderer has not many hypotheses with so many men of his this way.
It is practically under arrest.
The mental health of a city full of men against the madness of an alone one? Be remembered of the continuous result of Jack, the Estripador.
None does here lack other like that one.
I am afraid, my friends.
I am very afraid.
Walk here! Hastings! It happened! But today the fact is that it is the day 25! The crime took place to last night between the 12 and to an hour.
Our homicidal clown he is a man of word.
When he says day 25, it is same in the day 25.
Even if it is for a few minutes.
But will East itself be such a crime? It had the guide opened in the trains for Bexhill, under the body.
Does one know who is the victim, Inspector? It was identified how being the Beauty queen Elizabeth Barnard, of 23 years of age.
It was employed of table in the Woolen tent Warre.
- Was it pretty? - There he is again! Does not it seem to him important? For a woman it is great.
It decides very often his destiny.
It is with what with what the girl was it strangled? With her belt.
We have finally a decisive fact.
And does he say anything to us, or not? I do not see what.
I gave the piece of news to the parents, I was them better to let them recover before questioning them.
Are there other members of the family? There is a sister, a stenographer of London.
It was already contacted.
And there is a young person who is supposed to have gone out with her last night.
- Were we lucky with the guide? - It had no fingerprints.
It was opened in the page of Bexhill.
- He is our man, undoubtedly.
- It must have some meaning.
It will not have to do with the trains of Andover and Bexhill? It is a case to see, yes.
This is aflitivo, Inspector.
It is quite alarming.
I do not even want to think in as it will affect the business.
But it is going to prosper, " lady ".
It is not going to have time to move.
Billet? What horrible thing.
The persons are awful.
There is how much time is that the Beauty queen Barnard was it working here? This was the second Summer.
Was she pretty? She was a nice girl and of well-groomed aspect.
It is to what hours that she went last night? At 8 hours.
We close to the eight.
Did she say what she was going to do then? We were not close.
Nobody came for it? No.
I am them that she had a boyfriend.
Donald Fraser.
They were not uneasy since she does not return last night? We did not know what she had not turned.
I and my woman we go to bed early.
Only we knew what she had not turned, with the arrival of the agent of the police officer.
Was it her custom to arrive late? He knows how the today girls are.
Be that as it may, it used to return to the 11.
And it had whose boy was practically he gets engaged.
His name is Donald Fraser.
This does not do sense any! That's right it does not do.
Excuse, Mr.
Barnard.
Betty mentioned sometime a relation with Andover? Would she have there any friends? Andover? No.
He would like seeing the room of the Beauty queen Barnard.
There can be there any thing.
Letters, a diary Completely well.
It is here.
- Who is the man? - Is she the Beauty queen Barnard? Yes, Megan Barnard.
Belongs the man to the Police officer? - To be a franc, no - What well then? Where my parents are? His father is showing to the Police officer the room of his sister.
His mother is over there.
We might not ? Does it walk following me? What intends? - This is you.
Hercule Poirot.
- Mademoiselle Barnard I do not realize what you.
Poirot he wants of our humble crime.
What the girl and I do not see it was letting to write a book.
But what is important is something what is not easy of finding.
- What? - The truth.
About the truth I do not know anything! Only I know what I feel.
That is most important thing for to understand the murder of his sister.
Completely well.
Betty was not of liking a person and not to interest for other one.
And working in the Tent, it was always finding quite similar men.
- I understand, mademoiselle.
- Her boyfriend, no.
If she was liking him, he was not realizing because she would like to go out with others.
They came having heated discussions.
The Don was so violent, what even was scaring it.
When it was that? The last time, there is around one month.
It was an incredible scene.
The Don was completely pale and shuddering There he comes! Be running, intercepting it.
He wanted to speak with him before the Inspector Japp.
Don! The Beauty queen Barnard told him that where it was going last night? One said what was going with a friend the St.
Leonards.
And did it believe in her? But who is the man? It does not belong of the Police officer.
No, Monsieur.
I am better than the Police officer.
It tells him.
I believed in the height.
But then And what it did? I lost my head.
I was convinced of what she was with other.
I thought what it links had taken it of car the Eastbourne.
I was even there.
I looked in the hotels and restaurants.
They must have thought that I was crazy.
I walked for the cinemas, I went even to the quay.
I gave up again and me to come though.
It is not a great alibi, is not it? He is not, not, my friend.
Donald Fraser has a good motive for the murder.
And the opportunity.
To kill Betty Barnard, yes.
But which was the motive in order that you kill.
Ascher? It is what we will discover.
Both are women, clearly.
And which was the motive in order that those letters write to me? There is something in those letters.
Something that preoccupies me.
You were very careful, but you committed a mistake.
It is the first time what someone suggests that you can be the criminal.
You are going to be watched and followed.
You are going to denounce yourself and they catch you.
You are accusing me of having killed it? Because you do not escape, Mary? Even you could, but you do not move, Mary.
Why? - Because - You know that I am not the criminal.
It is there that you are wrong! I am the murderer of Dorset.
I killed the Lilie James and others all and now I am going to kill you to you! The public knows nothing about the relation ABC between the crimes.
But it is kept on hiding, we are not going to obtain cooperation.
But returning public it is doing the play of the criminal, what must be the reason for such letters.
The renown, the publicity! I find what we had to risk.
Therefore in the title pages.
Death of connected servant with the crime of Andover The brutality of Bexhill it confuses the Belgian Who is the murderer? Japp investigates I still did not mention this, not to seem a presumption, what is the characteristic what I more hate.
Clear.
What delicious soup.
But it is possible that the murderer it is committing crimes for personal hatred against me, Hercule Poirot.
- Since he writes to you the letters? - Right.
Or perhaps his animosity be impersonal, and be only since I am a foreigner.
Good, there are people for everything.
- It is the last mail, Hastings.
- I know.
I am to the wait of the catalogue of the Lillywhite.
He wanted to buy cues of golf.
I still use the old men what belonged to my father.
Creed! ' - what was? - And another letter of the ABC.
Stamped " London W.
C.
1.
", again.
It must have some meaning, of certainty.
It opens it you.
Quick.
" Expensive Mr.
Poirot: It is not so good in criminal questions as he was thinking.
" Will it have already passed of his height? We will see if it behaves better this time.
" This time it is easy.
Churston, in the day 29.
" See if it does any thing.
" It becomes a bit monotonous I to do everything to my way.
" Boa hunted.
His friend of always.
ABC.
" Where he will be Churston? Did not you still realize? Today it is the day 29.
When it was written to letter? Day 26.
Bon Dieu.
Look, Hastings! You did not notice.
It is the wrong residence! " Mr.
Hercule Poirot, Whitehorse Mansions.
" Done not known in this residence.
Try Whitehaven Mansions.
" It will be that up to the luck does it help crazy East? It is exaggerated late.
- You cannot be sure.
- They are 10h20, Hastings.
Churston, Devon.
It arrives to 7h15.
It goes out from Paddington to the midnight.
- Is there already news of Churston? - Still not.
The whole people of the area is going for there.
It is only a village.
Does it have the letter with you? Whitehorse Mansions.
What luck ours.
In others it was right in the residence.
Because it was deceived now? Perhaps work hard on purpose.
No.
He has his rules and I think that it carries out them.
I know already! He drinks whisky White Horse.
Quite thought! It wrote the address and it had the bottle at the front of him.
We also gave psychology in the Scotland Yard.
Sir Carmichael always comes to walk after the dinner, Beauty queen Grey.
When it reaches the end, he turns on the right and it passes by the estate.
And it always returns at 10 hours.
It passes already of the midnight.
Will not it have had an accident? I am going to go down the cliff.
I go on another side.
Perhaps he has returned.
Mis Grey! Arrive here! Murderer attacks again.
Horror in the top of the cliff Millionaire murdered aristocrat The butler finds the murdered millionaire They took the body to house.
It was a blow in the head, with a sharp instrument.
This is going to alert the persons, now that the newspapers know already.
Three murders in ten days.
The whole country is going to try to know who is the ABC.
And are they going to look what? Good a crazy one.
And what the aspect of a crazy one is? You.
Ascher had no relation with on on on Bexhill-on-Sea, and Betty Barnard had no relation with Andover, to which we know.
And we are going to discover that none of them it had any relation with Churston and Sir Carmichael Clarke.
Up to apposition in that.
Hundreds of miles, and everything in their life separates them.
Are it what what joins them? Why? Which benefit can result of such a crime? Even in the unhealthiest imagination? Get straight to the point, man.
This is you.
Franhlin Clarke, the brother of Sir Carmichael.
My condolences, Mr.
Clarke.
- You.
Poirot.
Cap.
Hastings.
- How it is? Give us some facts, Mr.
Clarke.
Certainly.
His brother was of good health and when yesterday was arranged well? It was.
The same thing was always of.
Was not it preoccupied? Excuse, Inspector, but I did not say that.
To be preoccupied it was the natural state of my brother.
I was shocked by his aspect when I returned there is somewhat of the East.
His disease of the woman it was annoying it in incredible way.
Disease? My sister-in-law, Lady Clarke, it is very badly of health.
Here between us, it suffers of an incurable cancer.
He is not going to survive greatly any more time.
And Sir Carmichael did not receive no unpleasant letter? What I know, no.
Had not it monetary problems? My brother he was a very rich man.
And it had a collection of great beauty.
He was living for that, in fact.
Some stranger came here to ask after him recently? - The doctor finished already.
- Thank you, Deveril.
Some stranger came here to ask for Sir Carmichael recently? No, man.
Does it have anything to say to us, Doctor? Not at all what is not already known.
Instant death.
We put it in the room of billiards.
The Lady Clarke is going to speak with.
This is the Beauty queen Thora Grey, the secretary of my brother.
How it is? I speak then with you, if one does not matter.
Mademoiselle.
I am in the library, they will need me.
Hastings? It does not let to understand.
There must be a relation between these victims.
Nós is that we still do not discover it.
We gave already with the head in a wall.
There is no relation any.
Will have! I say to you that not, Hastings.
There is no relation between these persons, besides beginning his names for certain letters of the alphabet.
We already investigated the past of the victims and of the suspects.
Hastings did not find anything, the Scotland Yard also not.
And not even I discover someone.
We are wasting time.
There is nothing to discover.
Then these persons were totally do you find strange for the murderer? Right, Hastings.
They were chosen only by cause of the mania it erases for the alphabet.
Murders ABC Report of the psychologists Did it already finish his? Yes.
Murdered millionaire.
Work of a homicidal maniac Which sordid thing, is not it? It is, since.
Very even.
With mad does one ever know, is not it? Not always they seem idiotic.
As times they can have our aspect.
Yes, really.
For times it went to war what upset them and never again they recovered.
I hate the wars.
I hate the nuisances, the disease of the sleep, the hunger and the cancer, but that happens! But the war is avoidable.
I apologise to him.
I suppose what was at the war.
I was, yes.
And it links really it upset me.
They all are already here.
- What you brought? - Biscuits.
And here we are all joined ones We are going to begin for you, Mademoiselle Drower.
When it went to last time what was with his aunt? I was not seeing it that there is a fortnight.
But it had received her letter, two days before.
It is the type of facts what can give us a vital trace.
They all will have some information of what they are not conscious.
Did it guard this letter? No, man, but I look myself of what she was saying.
What the old devil had patrolled around there and she had driven it away with a sermon.
And what was hoping for me in Wednesday, my rest, and that we were going to the cinema.
It was my anniversary, man.
Excuse.
I do not want to seem an idiot.
But I am seeing her anxious for our amusement.
They are always the small things what move us.
Things as an amusement or a gift, in special.
The same thing happened when Betty died.
The mother had bought him stockings, in this morning, by the way.
Poor mother I found it crying seized to them.
He was saying it: " I bought them for Betty, and she did not even see them.
" All of we have interest in seeing the murderer behind the grills.
And if we were joining strength trying to get a beating? You.
Poirot and the Police officer they have competence for that.
As for me, I never scorn a small help.
Mademoiselle Grey when it will return for Devon and to be remembered of the day in which Sir Carmichael was it killed, perhaps one remembers of having seen a stranger to patrol the village I am sure that not.
Anyway, I left Churston once and for all.
She had the kindness to be to help me to explain everything, but it prefers a job in London, since it is natural.
I realize.
And since the Lady Clarke is? Very badly.
To purpose, Mr.
Poirot, it would be a nuisance of his part to visit him? Before I leave, she expressed the wish of seeing.
Certainly, Mr.
Clarke.
You find that their cooperation will it give us any trace? It is possible.
Do you know a thing? I got the impression of what something of significant one it was said this afternoon.
It is strange.
I do not know what it is exactamente.
But something passed me over the head what it made to me remember a thing what I already saw, I heard or noticed her.
I go away to remember.
Is there some problem? No, no He was thinking about the "D", to be a franc.
- The near crime? - Yes.
He must walk thereabouts planning it.
A person is made shudder only of thinking about that.
" The crimes of the ABC.
The Captain Hastings speaks.
" After the third murder, " the brutish death of the millionaire Sir Carmichael Clarke " You.
Poirot considers the situation serious much, says Cap.
Hastings.
" " Andover, Bexhill, Churston Where it will attack the following ABC? " Poirot on the edge of the success, the Captain Hastings says.
" He hears, Poirot.
I did not say that completely.
I know, Hastings.
It is a frequent credit a great abyss between what is said and what they write.
- I do not want that you think - Do not worry, I make friends.
These sillinesses even they can become a help.
How? If the murderer to read what I supposedly said, it will lose all the respect for me like adversary.
But after another crime we will be knowing much more.
The crime is revealing.
A moment.
Lady Clarke, you are here.
Poirot.
Oh, so Mr.
Poirot.
Lady Clarke.
I introduce to him my friend and colleague, the Captain Hastings.
- How it is? - And the man? They were very gentle in coming here.
Merci.
Was it about the Car, was not it? Of the death of the Car.
- Did not they still catch it? - Still not.
He must have walked this way in this day.
But no stranger came here in this day.
Who said that? The employees.
And the Beauty queen Grey also.
This girl is a liar! It is clear that the Car it had it in great count.
It was not realizing that she was only interested in his cash.
When I was leaving from scene Lady Clarke because he says that the Beauty queen Grey is she a liar? Because in fact it is.
She did not say to him that strangers did not come here the house? - Yes.
- Very well.
I saw it with my eyes themselves, speaking with strange someone, here of this window.
- Does it give me permission? - Do favor.
In the gate of the garden.
When he was that, Lady Clarke? In the morning of the day in what the Car died.
Around 11 hours.
Which was his aspect? He was a common man.
It was not that, excuse.
A gentleman, a trader, perhaps? She was a tattered person.
I do not manage to look like myself.
What extraordinary history that of the Beauty queen Grey with the stranger He is how I say to you.
There is always something discovering.
But because it lay it links and did he say what nobody saw? It is monstrous to suppose that a girl of that be allied to a crazy one.
It is therefore what I do not suppose.
A pretty girl it always has problems.
You always have charitable feelings for with the pretty girls.
As for me, I have more charitable feelings for with the ill elderly women.
Mr.
Poirot! Monsieur Fraser.
Excuse, I me need of talking to him.
Come even to my apartment, Monsieur Fraser.
Mr.
Poirot it realizes something of dreams? I realize.
Has it been walking dreaming? I always have the same dream.
I walk in the beach, to the search of Betty.
She is lost and I have to find it.
I walk with her belt in the hand.
And then Say.
She is there seated in the sand.
I come behind her.
I pass the belt around the neck and I pull and I pull - Continue.
- She is killed.
I strangled it.
Her head falls backwards and I see the face.
And she is Megan.
She is not Betty! It is horrible! Take his drink.
I can have lost the memory - Wednesday brought letter near! - Read it! Quick! " Mr.
Hercule Poirot: Was it still unsuccessful? " What walks doing and more the Police officer? " Is not it amused? And what the near amusement will be? " Poor person, Sr.
Poirot.
I feel very sorry for you.
" We still have very much to our front.
" The near incident will have place in Doncaster, to 9 of September.
" Goodbye.
ABC.
" Perhaps our group of helpers be able to do something.
It is in Doncaster! The death walks in Doncaster! The Police officer will act! It is where that you.
Poirot does it guard the soup bowls? In the cupboard from above.
- The saucers? - In the cupboard of bass.
It is completely in order of height.
This smells the fraud, Poirot.
Doncaster, in the day 9.
- I go there.
- Thank you.
What it does here? - Is this a convention or what? - Good morning, Inspector.
Perhaps.
We formed an association of ours to deal with the case.
A group of interested parts.
Oh, yes? I liked of what the old man ABC it did again to him to you.
To be a franc, Mr.
Clarke, I am not of this opinion.
Correct me if it will be the case, but the day 9 is alone in Wednesday of the near week, is not it? And that gives us much time for the publicity in the press.
And much time to warn the inhabitants of Doncaster, in special those who have names begun by the letter "D".
It is easy of seeing that the man she is not an athletic person.
However, if What it means? On the near Wednesday it is the day of the race in Doncaster.
I was thinking about that.
Does he want a tea, Inspector? Merci.
Doncaster is going to be similar with a market.
It is astute.
He planned this with great cleverness.
I believe that the crime will happen in the trace of races.
Perhaps even during the race.
It is certain that the race it is a complication.
However It is better I to return for the Yard.
Very much thank you.
It is completely under control.
The problem is that we do not know anything about the murderer.
We already revised everything what we know times without count.
- We spoke - Completely not, Monsieur.
For example, the Mademoiselle Grey he said to us what he did not see did not even speak with no stranger in the day in which Sir Carmichael was it killed.
And it is true.
I did not see.
But the Lady Clarke said to us what saw it for the window, in this day, speaking with a stranger, in the garden.
The Lady Clarke was wrong.
I did not speak I remember already now! What stupidity! It was not at all of important one.
He was one of those men what walk thereabouts selling stockings.
Ancient combatants, does it realize? They are very persistent, but he was totally harmless.
It must be therefore that I did not remember him.
You halve, halve, halve You halve, halve The relation is this.
Do not you remember, Hastings? Andover.
The room in the rears of the shop? Of the couple of stockings of silk, in the back of the chair? I already remember myself of what it called me the attention there are two days.
It went to girl He said that his mother cried, because in the day of the crime he had bought to his sister a couple of stockings of silk.
It is true, yes.
She mentioned to feel sorry for the wretches what walk selling from door to door.
Describe this man! I cannot I do not know It was using glasses, I suppose and an old overcoat One remembers of more things.
And it walked bent I do not know! I hardly looked at him.
He was not a so-and-so what was giving in the sights! In these few words, the secret of these crimes resides.
" He was not a so-and-so what was giving in the sights.
" There is no doubt any.
It had just described the murderer.
I do not know, Mr.
Cust, if it already finished his Does one feel well? I am only not much indisposed.
Lament.
- Does not it leave today, then? - I leave, yes! I will go.
I go to Cheltenham.
Good what.
Cheltenham is great.
It has pretty shops.
Which awful news, does not it find? Only they talk about the crime.
I am made shudder.
I do not even read it.
He says that the near one is in Doncaster.
And what is tomorrow.
If I was living there and my name it began with "D", it was going out soon of there.
In spite of the hundreds of police what they there put.
It is same with bad aspect.
It did not have to travel today.
It is necessary, a Mrs.
Marbury.
When I intend to do a thing, I carry it even through.
It is the man who knows.
What a head what I was! I disillusioned them to all.
I did not come noticing him.
Even that he seeing it again, perhaps it was not even recognizing it.
Do not be preoccupied, girl.
Up to now the luck it was from the side of the murderer.
But more late or more early it is going to be from our side.
I think that even it is already.
The trace of the stockings is the beginning.
Doncaster! We are in Doncaster! I am seeing what it brought his private army, Poirot.
Inspector Japp, my expensive friend.
We did not know that it was coming in the train.
You, the dandies, do not notice in what it goes on with the workers.
the Mademoiselle Barnard it patrols the central row of seats.
And the Monsieur Fraser stays in the trace of the stop.
It seems to me very problematic that we could do something of practical value.
Do not be defeatist, Don.
Our weapon it is our knowledge.
But it will be able to be a knowledge of what we are not conscious.
And it is completely for this night.
I wish a good night all.
- Good night, Poirot.
- Good night, Hastings.
Good night.
Ear, Mr.
Poirot.
When it went to Churston to week passed, my sister-in-law by chance did not it propose anything? Did not it propose what? The fact is that the Thora, the Beauty queen Grey she is a very pretty girl.
Yes, perhaps.
One feels, please.
My brother always said what had never better secretary.
But it was always completely very correct and openly.
I do not doubt.
But my sister-in-law gave to him to be jealous, I find.
After the death of the Car, when it put itself the question of the Beauty queen Grey to be Charlotte went to the wires.
It was to ? Wires.
The women are a few devils.
One reminds of that the Lady Clarke it is ill and suffering.
I know.
And I do not forget that.
I do not want them to myself what is with bad impression of the Thora because of something what my sister-in-law has said.
I can guarantee him, Mr.
Clarke, that I never keep false impressions for something that they say to me.
It is in any case.
- Good night, Mr.
Poirot.
- Good night, Mr.
Clarke.
I insist with vehemence so that they follow your instincts.
They become someone who corresponds to the description of a seller of stockings, they must communicate immediately to the Police officer.
Even that they see some familiar face but do not manage to identify it, up to that it is significant.
He is not going to try it now with the trace full of police officers.
It would be crazy! He is crazy, unfortunately.
The obsession of a murderer it is so strong what he will try what promised.
Not to do it, it seriates to admit defeat, what is a thing that his crazy selfishness it would never allow him.
- Mademoiselle Grey! - I ask great excuse.
It does not do badly.
It is delayed only And now it is the height of taking your places.
I wish you good luck.
And you, Poirot? No, Hastings.
My strength is in the brain and not in my feet.
- We are at 3 hours.
- Certainly.
Hastings! Hastings! With license! It is completely well.
They all are in position.
It is not that.
You do not realize.
Look at the crowd! I know already, it is very difficult.
It is to look for needle in a hayloft.
It is that itself! What the best siege is in order that a man is hidden? In the middle of a crowd? Right! And which is the best way of covering a crime up? A crime? I have no idea.
Between other crimes, I suppose.
Precisely! I said that the victims they were chosen at random, selected only for initial his.
But I was wrong.
They all are accidental ones less one! This monster walks committing a series of crimes to divert us the attention of a crime in individual! With license! Give me permission! Ear the show ended.
He is not well.
It is better knots Creed! It seems a blood.
Look what is under the seat! It is an ABC! I washed already with cold water.
I cut the hand.
Does one feel well? Tell us what it happened, Mr.
Downes.
A woman is here what he wants to speak with you.
He says that it is urgent.
When it was that? - Around 4h15.
- That was that there are three hours! In the height I did not call, only when he knew that there had been another crime.
He said what had had cut the hand.
It can describe this man, please? It is high, it walks bent, and it uses glasses.
And his clothes? A dark fact and especially and a hat Homburg.
It has a tattered aspect.
It seems to be to me blood.
It tells it to analyse.
We found the name in the register.
- What it is? - See! A.
B.
Marry.
Will not he be Cash? He does not stop being ABC.
Marry? Cast? And a residence of London.
- There is a suitcase under the bed.
- It takes away it in order that we see.
You halve.
Stockings from silk.
It was right, Poirot.
There is here another thing, there behind.
It is a knife! Do not touch him.
It pulls the bed.
The way had cheeped since he said goodbye.
Since one was not turning us seeing.
He told me that he was going for Cheltenham.
Poor person of the Mr.
Cust.
I cannot even believe! Awful news, does not it find? Only one talks about the crime.
I am even made shudder.
You are going to be watched and questioned.
And you are going to be followed.
You were very clever.
With mad one never knows.
What incredible case.
His destiny.
It is written in the palm of his hand.
The most famous man of England.
You are going to die in the gallows.
I killed the Lilie James.
And now I am going to kill you! Detention of the murderer ABC! Murderer apprehended ABC! Murderer Cust in court! Promptly, already it is.
Detained for judgement.
What his opinion is of the Monsieur Cust? He is doing a move very cunning.
The doctors said to me that it is epileptic.
But it is possible a crime to be committed without being conscious of that? He might try this defense if it was not for the letters.
They demonstrate premeditation.
And we continue without explanation for the letters.
While he will not know for what reason the letters were written to me, I do not feel what the case it is resolved.
It has a Mr.
Strange to the wait in his office.
He says that it is urgent.
- Inspector Japp? - The own thing.
It is about the crime of Bexhill.
He swears for everything that knew the Cust in the Royal George Hotel, in Eastbourne, in the night of 24 of August, what had dinner joined and played domino even after the midnight.
And he says the truth, you.
Cust it could not be in the beach in Bexhill, between them 24h00 and to one of the morning strangling Betty Barnard.
He committed the crime of Andover, it of Churston and it of Doncaster.
Also it must have committed it of Bexhill.
Why? I have no idea why.
Because it is idiotic, it is therefore! Excuse, Monsieur Cust.
I am Hercule Poirot.
Oh, so.
I am the man to whom it wrote the letters.
I never wrote to him.
I am full of saying that to them.
There did not go away the man who wrote them, who went then? I do not know.
They all are against me.
They were always.
Even when it was childish? No.
But my mother was ambitious.
It gave me these ridiculous names.
Alexandre Bonaparte Cust! It had the absurd idea of what I would become someone.
And is it in what in what I gave? In a walking seller of stockings.
The man must know what the firm what the man says what gave him job, does it deny this fact? I know, but I have their letters, when educations give to me to which sieges did it have to go, and a list of the persons what I had to contact! All the letters were written in the machine found in his room.
The machine was sent to me by the firm in the beginning of my job! But the letters were sent after to have received the machine.
So, it gives the idea or not, of what the man typed them and did he post them? I know, I know.
But it could not have committed the second crime, is not it? It of Bexhill.
It was not playing domino in Eastbourne? Is it a very absorbent play, is not it? It has very much what is said to him, very even.
When I was working in the City, we were playing in the hour of lunch.
It does not even imagine like strangers they can know each other playing domino.
I remember a person, in special We began to talk to the coffee, and then we played.
I do not forget anything what they said to me.
What they said to him? They talked about our destiny to be written in the palm of the hand, and they said to me amazing things.
What I would be the most famous man of England, before dying Continue.
" Even it seems that you are going to die in the gallows.
" He laughed then and he said that it was a joke.
But I suffer a great deal of the head.
There are heights in which I not I do not manage to remember what I did.
Does he know them to me what committed those crimes? Yes.
I know of that.
And I am right or not, while saying that he does not know the reason because it committed them? No.
I do not know.
I already have not that dream.
Completely that passes with the time.
I do not want to forget them Betty.
We are not going to forget it.
- There he comes.
- It was already not without time.
I do not know what the interest of this is.
The case is solved, shut in.
It is true.
The Cust is imprisoned and there will not be any more deaths.
One finished! But I still do not know anything.
And there is still an irritating fact.
You.
Cust has an alibi for the crime what it supposedly committed in this beach.
From the beginning that to it seemed to me to exist something of missed in the letters that I received.
And there is even.
I assumed what had been written for a crazy one, but not! They were written by a healthy type pretending to be a crazy one.
It is when what is noticed less a pin? Do not do so much noise, Milly.
When it is in a pin cushion.
It is when what is noticed less an individual crime? When it makes part of a series of connected crimes! A moment! Calm! The Cust committed the crimes! It was caught by the mouth in the jug.
Blood in the coat, the knife under the bed.
Even it confessed the crimes.
What is that he wants more? When I saw it for the first time, he knew that he was not blamed.
You.
Cust had not the cunning, not even the daring, and it had not even the intelligence.
The murderer must have namoriscado the Mademoiselle Betty Barnard.
It got that she was taking away the belt, with which it was strangled.
The man saw you.
Cust.
You imagine.
Cust, like you, the Englishmen, say seducing a young beauty? The Monsieur Cust to tan? Frankly, Mr.
Poirot! I was always convinced of the double personality of the murderer.
And now I know of what she was consisting.
Two wrapped persons were.
The truthful murderer, cunning, full of means, daring, and the pseudo-murderer, rude, hesitant, and above all, impressionable.
The murderer had considered already several schemes, when an accidental meeting with you.
Cust gave him an idea.
His epileptic attacks, his migraines, the shy personality herself of the Mr.
Cust, they were doing from him the ideal instrument for the murderer.
The name of Alexandre Bonaparte Cust it must have given to a murderer the idea of the crimes in alphabetical order.
The preparations were excellent.
Letters sent to a Mr.
Cust since they were going away of a known firm offering job with salary and commissions.
The plans were so outlined well in advance for the murderer, what the letters that were sent to me they had been already typed, and subsequently, the worn-out machine it was sent to a Mr.
Cust, to be used alegadamente in his business.
After to complete the preliminary plans, the murderer put hands to the work.
It sent to him a list of potential clients, in Andover, with educations to go there in the day 21 of August.
Monsieur Cust proceeded from agreement.
And later, in this day, you.
Ascher is killed in the brutish form.
Days later, it receives educations to go to on on on Bexhill-on-Sea, and in this clients' list the Lady Barnard was in.
In this night, Betty Barnard is strangled in the beach, with his belt.
In Churston, Lady Clarke observes the Beauty queen Grey to talk with Cust.
And Sir Carmichael dies also.
Three crimes and Cust is present in all they! I returned so to the essential question.
It is whom whom it was benefiting with an only one even of these crimes? The Lady Ascher had no money, so the Mademoiselle Drower he was not gaining anything with the death of the aunt.
The Mademoiselle Betty Barnard? She was not rich and she was living undoubtedly of the mean salary what was paid to him for the Woolen tent Warre.
And now, Sir Carmichael.
Like the newspapers widely they announced, Sir Carmichael was multimillionaire.
What it is suggesting? The epileptics, Mademoiselle Grey, they suffer frequently of lapses, in what they are not managed to remember from what they did.
Monsieur Cust was suffering of that.
It was also nervous, deeply neurotic, and extremely impressionable.
The crime of Andover he did not say anything to him, of beginning.
It of Bexhill, he also there had been and more or less in the same height.
And then one gave it of Churston! And so, when he received educations to go to Doncaster, knowing that the near crime ABC it is going to have place in this city, he is nervous, it begins to imagine that the landlady suspicious person looks at it, and he tells him that it goes to Cheltenham.
But it is here that the knowledge of the personality of the Mr.
Cust for part of the murderer, it begins to bear fruits.
In spite of his close friend to say to him not to go to Doncaster, you.
Cust goes in same.
And does it go why? Because it is his duty.
Monsieur Cust goes to the cinema, and when the movie finishes, it is prepared to go out.
But when it is of upside down back, it is when if the esfaqueamento gives of Wednesday victim.
With license.
While killing four persons, the murderer was waiting to pretend the crime that had a real motive, it of his brother, Sir Carmichael Clarke.
But the one who is the murderer about what so much he talks? It will not be suggesting that I am, is not it? I might not have killed such a so-and-so in the cinema.
It was in the trace of races, such as you.
It was yes, Mr.
Clarke.
And the murderer stayed in the trace until a crowd is joined.
Soon it became impossible to control the movements of someone, and our murderer it slipped discreetly.
In the letter what you.
Cust received of his supposed boss, it receives educations in which hotel must it be.
Therefore, it is not difficult to give with him.
The murderer follows it even to the cinema, and, in the darkness, it is of use his opportunity, to coolness, and when the show ends and you.
one comes Cust though, the person does not notice what by whom it passes, in the aisle, it puts a knife in the pocket.
This is a stupidity! Never hear a silliness of this! No, Mr.
Clarke, It was sure and he was almost sure of inheriting the fortune of his brother, since they did not distrust you.
But when he became a suspect, it was easy the proofs found.
Proofs? It has no proofs any.
What you prove? His fingerprints.
They were discovered in the machine what was sent to a Mr.
Cust.
The typewriter what if the man was innocent, it might never have handled.
His impertinent! Go there! Follow it! Wilkinson! Catch it! Good, I suppose what is completely.
I cannot believe.
It costs to me believing.
He was afraid, Mademoiselle Grey.
He was afraid that if the cancer it was killing the Lady Clarke, his brother, Sir Carmichael, it was coming to interest oneself in you, and perhaps even he was getting married with you.
And the hope erases of coming to inherit to have if it was lost forever.
While killing the brother, you.
Franklin Clarke was making sure of what after the death of Lady Clarke, the fortune of the family would be his.
Mr.
Poirot, I understand the reason of all those letters.
The fact is that without them, there would no be relation between the crimes.
Only I do not realize because he wrote them to you.
Because not to the Scotland Yard? Because it would be impossible to be mislaid a letter addressed to them.
Up to the most thrown off the scent postman he would know where handing.
It was essential in the plan of the Mr.
Clarke what the third letter was mislaying.
The Police officer only should know of the murder with real motive, after him having being committed.
Unfortunately, it had nothing to do with my undoubted fame.
He was needing merely of a private address.
But they were the fingerprints in the typewriter what resolved the case, clear.
The impressions, so they are really useful.
I added that to please him, Hastings.
Was not it true, then? In no way, my friend.
Holy God.
Millionaire's accused brother! Poirot triumphs again! Freed Cust! If you do not want it in the sideboard, is it where that you want it? It is the smell, Hastings.
It does not disappear.
It is still early.
I put him to bed yesterday a bit of eau-de-Cologne.
The eau-de-Cologne of whom? It was to - Hello, Inspector.
- Captain Hastings.
Good morning, Poirot.
I bring him here a person.
Monsieur Cust! Him to thank was having to come.
- She is a phenomenal person.
- He knows of that.
Very much thank you, Mr.
Cust.
Merci.
The man is not worked hard Thank you.
He knew that a newspaper it offered me 100 pounds, hundred! For a short report of my life and experiences? Not acceptance, Monsieur Cust.
Stand firm.
He must say they that his price now it is 500 pounds.
- Billet what yes? - Certainly! It still did not notice what is the most famous man of England? It is right.
Have great reason! Famous! It will be very pleasant to receive this money.
I am going to have a holiday and Creed! What a specimen! Does it like him? It is magnificent.
By the way, I was that I killed it.
- Did it kill it? - Yes, in the South America.
He would like hearing this history.
Certainly.
One feels, Mr.
Cust.
It was when I was in Venezuela.
We were a few miles the amount of Urbane Wool, what, by the way, is one of the places hotter of the world.
The moisture was absolutely unbearable.
We walked the day completely loaded, of a river for other.
I was exhausted.
And, suddenly, in a curve of the river, we gave with a show really extraordinary.
Down there, quick us, a native canoe was in refinements.
I noticed, suddenly, what were being pursued for an awful thing