破镜谋杀案35

时间：2025-11-25 09:45:24

（单词翻译:单击）

It was past midnight when Giuseppe returned to Gossington. He took a

taxi from Much Benham, as the last train on the branch line to St. Mary

Mead had gone.

He was in very good spirits. He paid off the taxi at the gate, and took a

short cut through the shrubbery. He opened the back door with his key.

The house was dark and silent. Giuseppe shut and bolted the door. As he

turned to the stair which led to his own comfortable suite of bed and bath,

he noticed that there was a draught. A window open somewhere, perhaps.

He decided not to bother. He went upstairs smiling and fitted a key into

his door. He always kept his suite locked. As he turned the key and pushed

the door open, he felt the pressure of a hard round ring in his back. A

voice said, “Put your hands up and don’t scream.”

Giuseppe threw his hands up quickly. He was taking no chances. Actu-

ally there was no chance to take.

The trigger was pressed—once—twice.

Giuseppe fell forward….

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