Murder Killing
35. Poirot Explains I
”For I decided to start by visiting it. Shouldn't we start something from somewhere.”
”Yes, that's right. We have to start something from somewhere.”
”I mean not so!” said Mr. Custs. ”I mean nothing like what you mean!”
”But you know what I mean?” Mr. Just be quiet. She's trembling.
”I didn't do it!” said. ”I am completely innocent! It's fallacy. Wh why? Just look at the second murder of Bexhill. I was playing dominoes in Eastbourne. You should see that fact!”
His voice sounded triumphant.
”Ya,” says Poirot. His voice seemed to be meditating gently. ”But it's not easy to make a mistake one day. And if you are as firm-minded and confident as Mr. Strange, you'll never assume you're going to make a mistake...
You will continue to keep what you have said...
He's that kind of person. And my hotel registration is very easy to write the wrong date when you sign it is likely that no one noticed it at that time.”
”I played dominoes that night!” ”You're a master of dominoes, I think.” Mr. Cust is a little confused.
”I am hm, I think I am a champion.”
”An exciting game, isn't it, and requires its own prowess?”
”Oh, there are many games in dominoes many games! We often played in the city, at lunchtime. You will be surprised to see people who do not know each other gather together to play domino.”
He chuckles.
”I remember a man I could never forget because of something he said we talked over coffee, then we played dominoes. And... after twenty minutes, I felt as if I had known him many years.”
”What does it say?” ask Poirot. Mr's Face. Cust is getting grim.
”It confused me— was very confused. Talking about fate written on the hand line. And he showed me his hand, and his lines showed that he had almost set twice and he had also avoided the other two dangers. Then he noticed my hand line and said amazing things. He said I would be the most famous person in England before I died. The whole country will talk about me. But his words..”.
Mr. Cust stopped worrying... ”Ya?”
Poirot's gaze silently contained a magnet. Mr. Cust looked at him, throwing his face away, and,
he looked back at her like an astonished rabbit.
”He said it seems I will meet a terrible death and he laughed while adding, ’It looks like you will die on the gallows,’ then he was blown away while saying that it was just a joke.”.
Suddenly he was silent. His eyes shifted from Poirot's face and swirled restlessly to the left and right...
”My head, I suffer a lot because my head. Then, sometimes there are times where I don't know where I don't know..”.
He's stopped.
”But you know, no,” he said, ”that you have committed the murder?”
Mr. Cust raised his face. His gaze was so natural and straight. All opposition has disappeared. Strangely, he looked calm and peaceful.
”Ya,” said. ”I know.”
”But am I not right? That you don't know why you committed the murder?”
Mr. Cust shaking.
”No,” said. ”I don't know.”
KamI sat down with concentrated attention to listen to Poirot's final explanation of the case.
”During this,” he said, ”I always think of the question why in this case. Two days ago Hastings told me his case was over. I replied that the real case was the human! The mystery is not a mystery, but an ABC mystery.
Why did he feel the need to commit those murders?
Why did he choose me as his enemy?
”The answer is not because the person has a mental disorder. It would be foolish to think that someone is doing something crazy because he is crazy. Crazy people do actions that are reasonable and reasonable, just like normal people just have to look at it from an odd point of view. For example, if someone wants to walk or squat in any place without clothes except just a piece of loincloth, the action will be considered very eccentric. However, once you know that the person himself really believes himself to be Mahatma Gandhi, then his actions become reasonable and reasonable.
”The important thing in this case is to build a brain that is so clever, so clever, that it is reasonable and reasonable to commit four or more murders and to inform beforehand by letters addressed to Hercule Poirot.
”My best friend, Hastings, can tell you how upset and disturbed my mind was when I received the first letter. I immediately felt something was wrong about the letter.”
”You are right,” said Franklin Clarke indifferently. ”Yes. But I have been making
grave mistake. I ignored my gut feeling my strong premonition of the letter and simply considered it a casual impression. I thought it was just intuition. In a clear and thoughtful mind there is no such thing as intuition a conjecture of inspiration! You can guess, of course and guesses can be right or can be wrong. When that is true, you call it intuition. If it's wrong, you don't usually talk about it anymore. But what is often referred to as his real intuition is an impression based on logical deduction or experience. When an expert feels something is wrong in a painting or
household furniture or signature check, in fact he bases his feelings on some sign or detail. He did not need to carefully examine her experience clearly showing that the end result was a definite impression that something was not right. But it is not a guess, but an impression based on experience.
”Eh bien, I admit I did not respond to that first letter as I should have. The letter only disturbed me. The police consider it a joke. I personally take it seriously. I believe the murder will take place in Andover as stated in the letter. As you know, murder really does happen.
”At that time there was no clue at all, as I had realized, to be able to find out who the person who did the action was. The only step I can take is to try to understand how the individual has done it.
”I have certain instructions. Letters are the means used in the criminal acts of the murdered person. All I have to know is: the motive of the crime and the motive of the letter.”
”Publication,” Clarke said.
”It must be to cover his low sense of self,” said Hora Grey.
”Sure it's a reasonable action. But why me? Why Hercule Poirot?
Of course, wider publication will be obtained if the letters are sent to Scotland Yard. Especially when sent to the newspaper. Perhaps the newspaper would not have carried the first letter, but after the second murder occurred, the ABC certainly obtained the largest publication the press could provide. So, why Hercule Poirot? Is it because of personal reasons?
