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Expand on the story with more characters, subplots, and other interesting aspects of your screenplay. How repulsive? I don't know for I suffer from a condition called Body Dysmorphic Disorder. I am fat, but am I as fat as I think? My therapist says no, but people lie. I believe others call me Fatty behind my back. Or Fatso. Or, facetiously, Slim.
By a message found in his compartment. He'd have burnt that, though, as I told you.
He did. Yeah, he did. Thank you, Mr. He did it. He murdered Cassetti. He practically confessed as much. No, the psychology is wrong. A sensitive, motherless boy conceives a passion for a lady whom he admires above all for her gentleness. Now, could McQueen, admiring the gentleness, commit so foul a murder without betraying the gentleness of what we might call his fairy godmother? Now you have accidentally said something valuable. Beddoes, this is not an inquisition, only an inquiry. When you took Mr.
Ratchett his valerian drops about : yesterday evening, was he already in bed? That is so, sir. Ratchett always retired early on trains. What were your duties before leaving him for the night?
To place the valerian drops within reach, sir. Did you put this on my table during dinner? I have no idea, sir. May I ask what it is? What it is, is none of your damn business. I wanna know how it got here. Tell Mr.
McQueen I wanna see him, now. At what time would you like to be called in the morning, sir? Not before. Very good, sir. His breakfast was his amber moon. He never rose until it had had its full effect. So you instructed Mr. McQueen and then returned to your own compartment, the number one and two, whose upper berth was occupied by Signor Foscarelli. Oh, yes, sir, the Italian person.
I think he learned it in a place called Chicago. Did you talk together much? I prefer to read. Hey, what are you reading, Mr. Love's Captive, by Mrs. Arabella Richardson. Is it about sex? No, it's about : Mr. I like that. Not until in the morning. Unfortunately, I had the toothache. One final point. How did you come to be employed by Mr. Through Maibaums, sir, the big agency in New York. You'll find me on their books.
And before then? I was in the army, sir, as a private soldier. Oh, Scotland. Oh, forgive me. I am only an ignorant Belgian. Oh, a Belgian, sir?
I always thought you were French. Did you know that Mr. Ratchett was of Italian extraction?
So that accounts for his hot temper. His real name was Cassetti. The name means nothing to you? No, sir. Oh, yes, yes. The little girl. Cassetti was responsible for her murder. Oh, please don't get up, sir. Will there be anything else? No, that is all. The butler did it. He had constant access to Ratchett. He himself could have poisoned the valerian before bringing it to his master.
As for the psychological, well, who knows what boils and bubbles beneath that stiff shirt to which his profession has called him. Did he not read Love's Captive? At a time when you suggest he should have been stabbing Mr.
I fear that help is at hand. Even if it is only a working party with picks and shovels, we must make haste to complete this inquiry before we reach Brod. If it is an engine with a snowplow, our troubles will really begin. Oh, my God. The whistle means that help is near, madame. Hubbard, if we are to complete this inquiry before reaching Brod. I will therefore make my questions as brief as I hope you will make your answers, and the more often you can confine yourself to a simple yes or no, the better.
Well, don't waste time yammering, begin. Your full name is Harriet Belinda Hubbard? I was called Harriet after my By now, Mr. McQueen has doubtless informed you - of the true identity of Mr. Were you acquainted with the Armstrongs?
No, of course not. They were a very social family. Hubbard, I overhead the whole of your conversation with Pierre about there being a man in your room soon after : on the night of the murder. Tell me one thing more. Wasn't the door locked on your side of the door that communicated with Mr. Ratchett's compartment when you went to bed? Yes, so far as I know.
My second husband What do you mean, as far as you know? Could you not see the bolt from the bed? It was masked by my makeup bag on the hook above.
Pierre checked the bolt after I rang my bell and told him there had been a man hiding in my compartment. Yes, yes, we know all about that. Oh, no, you don't. I beg your pardon.
You don't know what I found this morning on top of the magazine I'd been reading to send myself asleep. Dio mio. This is a button from the tunic of a wagon-lit conductor. Doctor, would you kindly inquire whether Pierre has lost a tunic button? Your handkerchief, Mrs.
Oh, that's not mine. I have mine right here. Oh, I thought the initial H H for Harriet, H for Hubbard, but it's still not mine. Mine are sensible things, not expensive Paris frills. What good's a hankie like that to anybody? One sneeze and it has to go to the laundry. Oh, Mrs. Hubbard, you have afforded me a great deal of help in this difficult case. Thank you, if I may so express it, for playing your part. If you need me again, I'll be around. Not one of Pierre's buttons is missing, and all his buttons are sewn on with old thread.
As I suspected. They all come out looking much more peaceful. Only God can give peaceful. Alas, mademoiselle, that is the extent of my Swedish.
Forgive me if I am personal, but most Scandinavians of my acquaintance are well-educated in other languages. And yet you have difficulty I was born backwards. That is why I work in Africa as missionary, teaching little brown babies more backward than myself. But I I see that you have spent three months in America. Were you not able to improve?
I was in In a mis International group. For getting money for African mission from American rich. I speak Swedish to big audiences in In Swedish-American institution in Minneapolis and other big cities. And cents. That's wonderful, wonderful. Miss Ohlsson, how long have you been interested in religion? From five years. In summer, in I had been sick as always. And I sat in the grass in the garden. I saw Jesus in the sky, mit many little children, but all the children were brown.
So it was a sign for me - to look after little brown babies. Were your parents religious? Ne, they had no respect for God. So it was not just a sign, it was also a punishment. Oh, there, there, there, there. I'm sure that God will forgive you, Miss Ohlsson, and perhaps, which is more important, so will your father and mother. Ja, and here is my number seven bed. Yes, your number seven. Tell me about number eight.
Is filled with Miss Debenham, a very nice young lady from Baghdad, where she teach English shorthand to children, to forward children. After the train left Vinkovci, did she leave her berth? Ne, she sleep just like me. If you were fast asleep, how could you be so sure she did not leave?
In Shimoga Mission, I can hear snake breathe. I would know. And did you leave your room? Ne, not till morning, in my bed gown.
Is your bed gown white with red animals? Ne, is Jaeger. And Miss Debenham's bed gown? Den var em lila. And why are you making this trip, Miss Ohlsson? Just as always, money, money for mission. When this is all over, mademoiselle, I promise that I shall make you an emolument.
God will find you a reward. Monsieur, she did it. Merci, Pierre, and could you please inform the Princess Dragomiroff that Signor Bianchi and I will attend on her and her maid - shortly in her compartment? That is very proper. Monsieur le Comte, this is a Hungarian diplomatic passport. It gives you and your wife the right to refuse interrogation. In the circumstances, we waive that right. You are most kind. As you know, Madame la Comtesse, it is a joint passport which sets out your husband's name and titles, but requires no particulars about yourself, except your signature and your maiden name.
Your maiden name is clearly Grunwald. That is correct, monsieur. My family is of German extraction, though I now hold Hungarian citizenship. Unfortunately, the first letter of your married signature has been almost obliterated by a grease spot. I must say, I find immigration officials are often less than cleanly. They sit in their little box, eating a buttered roll with one hand and stamping the spilt butter into your passport with the other.
Therefore, I would be greatly obliged if you could duplicate the mutilated entry of your passport there. Allowing for the difference in pens, the duplication seems exact. There would be little point, then, in asking whether this handkerchief is yours?
Since it contains neither of my initials, no point whatsoever, monsieur. And even less point in asking the color of your dressing gown? None, unless monsieur takes a professional interest in apricot silk? I take a professional interest in crime, madame. Have you and your husband ever visited America together? We first met in Wiesbaden Later than the days of my youth, when I was on post in Washington. You lived in Washington?
Oh, what diplomat of promise has not? You did not sleep well last night? On the contrary, apart from one of Mrs. Hubbard's customary outbursts, I slept very soundly. We, neither of us, woke till after. As is my custom on night trains, I took Trional. One dilutes the white crystals with water, it is a strong hypnotic. He makes it sound like a poison. As with most sleeping drafts, if taken in sufficient quantities, it is a poison.
Thank you both for your help and cooperation. Hildegarde has read me many of your cases in the newspapers, but I have had to stop her. Nowadays, they are the only form of literature that keeps me awake. And I need what I defiantly continue to call my beauty sleep. Yes, please. Now, you wish me to confess to the murder of Mr? What's his name? Au contraire, Madame la Princesse, it is I who wish to make a confession.
You pay me the compliment of having read about me, I return the compliment by admitting that I have read about you.
I have been accidentally reminded that you were the godmother of Mrs. Armstrong, who was herself the mother of the kidnapped child, Daisy. How did you become Mrs. Armstrong's godmother, madame? I was the friend and admirer of her mother, the great American actress, Linda Arden. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? Is that a quotation or a question? A quotation. I saw her twice as Lady Macbeth in London. She was the greatest tragic actress of her day.
Surely she is still alive, madame? Alive, but bedridden. Did she not have a second daughter, younger than Mrs. There was, but I do not recall her name. When I paid a visit, she was always away at school. What became of the younger daughter? She married a Turk or some such. We never spoke of it. What was Mrs. Armstrong's maiden name? Armstrong's maiden name was Greenwood. May I tax your memory and, indeed, your patience a little longer? There are other names in the Armstrong household that I cannot recall.
Was there not a secretary? Of course there was a secretary. Her name, madame? Her name. Oh, my memor She was a Miss Freebody. Was there not a gallant chauffeur? There was.
I never used him. I had my own. Surely he was not the only male servant? I seem to remember one other there. He was, I think you would say, the colonel's Indian orderly.
And Mrs. Armstrong's personal maid. The one who was wrongly suspected of complicity in the kidnapping - and killed herself? There was no need to speak with Mrs. But ladies' maids were often called only by their Christian names.
And what was hers? You will be so kind as to give me two aspirin. And you will ask the dining-car attendant to bring me a glass of Russian tea, and then you may retire to your own compartment.
I will ring when I need you. Ja wohl, meine Prinzessin. Finally, there was the nurse. I had no need of a nurse. That is an ordeal still to come. You never smile, Madame la Princesse.
My doctor has advised against it. There is no need for us to fatigue you further. You have been of the utmost help.
Go back to the Pullman and tell Pierre to summon Colonel Arbuthnott in five minutes. I observed how moved you were at the mention of Mrs. Armstrong's maid, Paulette. She had a sweet nature, mein Herr. We were deep friends. Have you a photograph of her in your possession? I never travel without my photo box. It helps to pass the evenings. No, please, mein Herr. I am strong. Be calm. This could be your salvation and that of every passenger in the Calais coach, including your mistress.
When did you last open the suitcase? After Belgrade. When Pierre summoned me to the Prinzessin, I took out a volume of Goethe, in case she wished me to read her to sleep. Too stout for Pierre. And, yes, there is a button missing from the tunic. A button found by Mrs. And a passkey in the trouser pocket. Here is the photo, mein Herr. And this pretty, innocent girl threw herself from a window.
I found it in the corridor and thought it must be yours - because it bears the initial H. That is the handkerchief not of a maid, but of a great lady. Like your mistress? It is her style, ja, but not her handkerchief. I know all her linen. Besides, the initial is wrong. What is the princess's first name? Natalia, mein Herr. It is a Russian name. Then I must keep it until I find the rightful owner.
Might I also keep the photograph until this evening? I promise to return it. That does not worry me, but this, this does. Am I to be accused of hiding it in my suitcase? Not only a good maid, but also a good cook. Not merely a good cook, but a companion, a comfort, a solace. You see? You are a good cook, are you not? All my ladies have said so. Auf Wiedersehen. Animal crackers in my soup Lions and tigers loop-the-loop You opening a dress shop?
We are closing an inquiry. Where is Shimoga? Well, it's a bit off my track. I'm a Northwest Frontier man myself. But Shimoga's down south, in Mysore. Does it possess a mission? How the hell should I know? India's pustular with missions. You are returning on leave from India to England? Why not? Because the sea route by P and O is more usual.
I chose to come overland for reasons of my own. Colonel Arbuthnott, in a murder inquiry, no suspect's reasons are exclusively his own. I stopped for one night to see Ur of the Chaldees, and for three days in Baghdad with the A. The English Miss Debenham also has traveled from Baghdad. It is possible the murder was committed by a woman or by a man and a woman in collaboration.
From your acquaintanceship with Miss Debenham, would you have thought that she was capable physically or emotionally or? Miss Debenham is not a woman.
Damn it, the man was a perfect stranger. I don't know what you're driving at. Then let us be practical and drive at facts. Did you know Colonel Armstrong? Not to speak to. You see, his outfit and mine wouldn't have mixed much. I'm Indian army. He was British army, serving in India.