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una historia de dectetive en past cimple

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Another detective story.The owner of the restaurant received a call. Another reservation for the night. The dining room was fully booked, full. "It will be a hard night, but rewarded." He thought. That because? Well ... because the people who had just called him said he would pay € 70 / person.The night has come. There was a full moon. Therefore, the reservation I mentioned earlier, decided to dine on the terrace, in the light of the Earth's beautiful satellite.They asked and waited. The table consisted of eight people. Half men, the other half, women.-You always do the same! You're a disgrace! May the devil take you to hell! A man, 21, annoyed by a comment he had insulted, upset him. His name was Steve, an important businessman.-Sorry? In case you want that to come out ...? Said the insult, the same age as the other. His name was Carl.Steve fell silent and sat down. This one did not speak at all dinner, only - if they asked something - with monosyllables. They finished dinner and Steve went to the bathroom. He spent ten minutes there."Guys, I'm coming back now. Carl addressed the services. When he got up, Steve arrived."I'll go with you." Said James, Carl's friend.The two knights remained in the service for three minutes.-Help! Carl is dead! James was in a state of panic. All the friends went to the bathroom. There they saw Carl with a face of anguish - clearly dead by poison.-What happened? Asked the owner of the premises. "Oh! I'll call the police. How unfortunate ..."You're the killer!" Carl's girlfriend accused James.-Do not. He has not been. Said a man, who was little more than eighteen years old."And who are you to say it?" Said the bride again, weeping."I'm a detective. Call me Arthur.The detective inspected the door, then the victim's body. He talked to the latter's friends and settled the case."The killer is you, Mr. Steve. He went to the bathroom and set a trap. The first to open the door would drop a drop of poison on the head. But only the first. As you know the victim, he knew that he would take the index finger to the head, wet it with the liquid and then moisten the index. Mr. Steve, you checked this yesterday, did not you? It rained yesterday. Carl did this with the rain, did not he?"He has no evidence." In addition, any person could have entered before him.-Do not! I heard you tell Carl to go into the bathroom right after you. Said James."And not only that, to be sure, he added in Mr. Carl's glass a liquid that causes urine leaks."Damn detective ... Well, yes. I killed him. But he deserved it. I bribed my sister, harassed her. Such a person has no other place in the universe than hell. I've had courage. I killed him.-You're wrong. The detective laughed. Valor is a word of justice. It is the ability that allows us to deal with fear with confidence and determination. It can not be used as an excuse to kill someone. *In fact, he was the killer. He was sentenced to prison. But he never forgot the detective's words.