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Most puzzling.
I'm beginning to wonder if the numbers have any meaning at all, and rather if the weapons' ultimate resting place (throat, eye, stomach... what else was there?) is the key to these stabbings.
An interesting theory, but I can't seem to make it fit.
I must admit that I have been suspicious of Jonny for a few days; it is hard to believe that such a dignified and learned country as Liechtenstein would have such an utter halfwit as a secret agent. Either he is intentionally acting foolish to make us not suspect him, and Liechtenstein has ordered the death of us all, or his whole cover story is a fake, and he's just blooming mad.
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I just can't see Marple being strong enough to accomplish either of these types of murders. HongHu at least had youth and agility on her side.
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Guynemer
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By my count, two left to vote: Octavian & Kassi. Coincidentally (or not), they are two of the five of us left who have yet to receive a vote this round, and are hence safe. The four listed are still in play.
Jonny - 3
Jon Miller - 2
Me - 1
Geomodder - 1
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Chapter Ten – The night of the long niles
The votes were conclusive, and nobody dared to miss casting their vote in case they found themselves with an unwelcome swimming lesson before breakfast. There was much talk of the clues that had been found, and many accusations were heard from ghostly voices in the doorway, but when the Captain raced out to see who was there, the deck was empty, save for a duck pacing up and down the empty tennis court.
Geomodder announced that the voters suspected the Liechtensteiner Jonny of being the vicious killer aboard the Apolyton, and in the face of this accusation (and a certain brown leather handbag), his protests were useless.
Once Jonny had been sent swimming, everybody had breakfast, each sitting at a different table and staring at one another in accusation. This strange situation made for a nervous day, and very little was said to one another, despite Miss Marple’s efforts at engaging in conversation with whoever she come across. M. Maigret tried to respond, but he claimed that the language barrier was too great when he found that he had no interest in discussing the weather for a third day running.
After a disconsolate day spent mooching around on deck, the passengers returned to their cabins to prepare for dinner, each of them wary of the mafia breaking into their rooms. Bulldog Drummond was most careful as he opened the door to his cabin, looking both ways as he closed the door carefully, and locked it. Turning round towards his dressing table, he received a dining room napkin in his mouth and a noose around his neck.
Geomodder discovered the body of Jon Miller when he was making his customary round of the ship. It was suspended from the ship’s rail outside cabin number 10, and he had been strangled by the rope. Upon calling the other passengers to examine the body, M. Maigret discovered a sticking plaster had been stuck over Bulldog’s mouth to keep the napkin there in place. He called the attention of the others to this detail, and they untied the body and secured Geomodder’s precious rope.
Back in the dining room, the Captain called for another vote the following morning, hopefully to find the cruel mafia and save the lives of the few left on this ill-fated cruise.
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02-06-2004 13:50
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