This is the story that I've been second : D in the V Competition Microstories Theseus. The contest is to write a short story response organizer to a question in this case was: Why Spain disappeared from the map?
And this was my response, a small tribute to one of my favorite writers: Agatha Christie. AFTER CRIME
"Mr. Maplethorpe has already been arrested - Hastings said with satisfaction as he sat with his friend on the terrace of Hotel Duchamp, waterfront, in a village in the French Riviera. How did you discover?
Poirot carefully threw seven tablespoons of sugar in the coffee before looking up. The day was so clear that they were far off the coast of Spain.
"It was you who gave me the track, mon ami , when I said Mademoiselle Grant never wears high heels. Madame Peters would have noticed a detail like that, so let Monsieur only on suspicion of murdering Maplethorpe Professor Grant. Had the opportunity, but I wanted the grounds, had been friends since childhood and apparently got along well. Only when I discovered that Monsieur Maplethorpe was related to Russian agents began to have everything clear. The possibility that the experiments of Professor Grant had arrived in unsuitable hands ... It was very close, Hastings, but Monsieur Maplethorpe had not Poirot's gray cells. Poirot
stirred his coffee with a smile of satisfaction on his face. Hastings looked at the sea, the wind began to blow hard. Liked. Everything had gone well.
- And the Colonel Race? Do not eat breakfast with us today?
"The colonel left this morning Early in his airplane. The experiments of Professor Grant should be in a safe place and Colonel owns land in Africa where you can store and hide them so they do not pose a danger to anyone.
Hastings lounging in the chair, facing the sea.
"I think I'll go see Miss Grant this evening, you feel very alone since the death of his uncle.
Poirot smiled to himself at the words of his friend.
"Sure he appreciates all his comfort. It has a nice hair Mademoiselle Grant. Have you noticed, Hastings? He asked, knowing the preference I felt his friend for the ladies redheads, Hastings coughed.
"Yeah ... I guess ... I have not noticed," he said, not wanting to admit his interest in it.
A waiter then arrived with a telegram for Poirot, who opened it and read it carefully, her smiling face suddenly became rigid, her lips tightened.
- What Poirot?
- Mon dieu! Is ... Colonel Race. Have you had an accident when flying over Spain. There was a very strong storm and his plane has crashed. There are no survivors ...
- What a disgrace! Poor Colonel Race!
- is worse, Hastings! Can not you see? The special solvent Professor Grant! Scattered, scattered by the wind. Did not see what he could do a single drop of that liquid? The colonel had a whole barrel.
Alarmed, Poirot stood up and told the horizon in the distance, the coasts of Spain began to disappear.
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