Dumb Witness, a detective fiction by Agatha Christie, was first published on July 5, 1937 by the Collins Crime Club in England. This book is about an old woman named Emily Arundell who has a lot of wealth. He dies on May 1 and leaves a strange will. His death at the age of seventy is a natural thing in the city, but the contents of his will are so unbelievable that it surprises all relatives and acquaintances. Charles Charles and Theresa Therandel’s nephews, who are expecting great wealth, become very angry and furious after reading the will.
They believe that Mrs. Wilhelmina Lawson, Mrs. Arendel’s granddaughter, knows why this will is, so they go to her. The events of Ms. Arendel’s life and her will lead to the presence of Hercule Poirot, a Belgian fictional detective. He comes into the middle of the story and puts the clues together and solves the riddles.
The book The Silent Witness was well received by those interested in Agatha Christie’s work in the late 1930s. This work, like other works of this author, is a mysterious and enigmatic story that stimulates the reader’s curiosity and imagination. This author has written this work in several chapters, which are:
Chapter One: Lady Green Greenhouse
Chapter Two: Relationships
Chapter Three: The Accident
Chapter 4: Ms. Arendell’s Correspondence
Chapter Five: The Letter to Poirot
Chapter 6: Visiting Little Greenhouse
Chapter 7: Lunch at George Cafe
Chapter 8: Inside the Little Green House
Chapter 9: Reconstruction of the Bob Ball scene
Chapter 10: Meeting with Ms. Peybadi
Chapter 11: Meeting the Trip Women
Chapter Twelve: My Conversation with Poirot About This
About Agatha Christie and her works
Agatha Mary Clarissa Miller, better known as Agatha Mary Clarissa Miller, was born on September 15, 1890. At a young age, which coincided with World War I, he spent some time in the hospital helping the wounded. He did not pursue a university education and in 1914 married Archie Christie, a famous English businessman. He started writing stories in the twenties and in a short time published very readable and compelling stories.
He devoted his entire life to storytelling, leaving behind about sixty-six enigmatic crimes. In addition to detective stories, he published several romantic works under the pseudonym Mary Westmacott, and died on January 12, 1976, at the age of eighty-five.
The book “Silent Witness” by this author was translated by “Mojtaba Abdullah Nejad” and published by Hermes Publications in 2012. Mojtaba Abdullah Nejad is an Iranian translator active in translating detective fantasy stories. He has translated many of the works of “Agatha Christie”, a prominent English writer, in his repertoire.
In parts of the book, we read silently:
Granger shook his head thoughtfully. Poirot said:
– Please do not be angry, Dr. Granger. I think you are sure that Mrs. Andel died a natural death. But today I got evidence that …
Agnes’s career and the story of Charles Arendal’s interest in herbal poisons and the old man’s surprise at the emptiness of the poison can be described in detail. Granger listened carefully. When Poirot finished, he said quietly, “I understand.” It has been reported many times that someone has been poisoned with arsenic, but his problem has been diagnosed with intestinal inflammation and he has been issued a death certificate.
Especially in cases where the case seemed normal and there was nothing suspicious. Arsenic poisoning is not easy to diagnose. Because this type of poisoning has different forms. For example, sometimes a person experiences nausea and abdominal pain, but there may be no such symptoms. On the contrary, it falls very suddenly and dies shortly afterwards. He may be paralyzed or drowsy. There are all these possibilities.
– Very well … considering all this, what is your opinion?
Dr. Granger was silent for a few minutes. Then he said very quietly:
– If I want to take everything into account and not be prejudiced, I must say that there is no sign of arsenic poisoning in Ms. Arendal’s case. In my opinion, the cause of death was only liver atrophy. As you know, I have been his doctor and I know that he has had this disease before. This is my opinion, Mr. Poirot.
With this answer, there is nothing left. The case was getting more complicated. Poirot suddenly pulled the pack of pills he had taken from the pharmacy out of his pocket and said, “Did Ms. Arendal use these pills too?” Did it not harm him?
– These? It did not hurt. These are aloe … podophyllin. It is a good thing and it does not harm. He liked to try these too.
There was nothing wrong with me. Takeoff. Poirot said:
– You made some medicines for him, didn’t you?
– Yes. For example, take the small pill I told you to take after a meal.
He blinked and continued: “Even a whole pack of these pills did not cause any problems.” I’m not used to poisoning my patients, Mr. Poirot.
Then he shook hands with a smile and said goodbye. Poirot opened the package he had bought at the pharmacy. Inside the package were clear cylinders, three-quarters of which were filled with colored brown powder. I said, “It’s like a pill I once used for seasickness.”
Another part of the book is silent witness
Thinking about the girl who came into our lives so suddenly could drive me crazy that thank God Mike and Tyler joined me less than half an hour later, both talking about the new guest and what was going on. And they thought he would come down by himself or I would have to go up and wake him up.
Eventually – and after they promised to help me with the logistics – they started thinking about him going up and down. Which was not irrelevant. Because he was supposed to be an important part of our lives in the days to come, and maybe a long time later until no one knew how long it was going to last. So the sooner we bring him into our community to get to know us – and get to know him – the better days will come.
When I reached the top step, the door of Bella’s room was closed, so I thought she must have woken up and taken a bath, but when I knocked on the door, I did not hear an answer. I waited for a minute or two to finish if he was getting dressed, but when I put my ear to the door and still did not hear a sound, I knocked on the door again and this time I opened it slowly.
I poked my head through the door and asked, “Are you awake, darling?”
He was apparently awake. Because he was not in bed. In fact, the bed was neatly arranged, and the strange cloth doll I had seen last night was leaning on the pillows.
I said, “Well, who is that?” While the answer to my first question was clear, I continued cleverly: “Should we be officially introduced to each other?”
The only answer was an anxious smile, albeit a polite one. She was sitting in front of the dressing table in pink trousers and a nightgown that she had apparently taken out of her backpack, combing her hair with a pink spotted comb (which I thought was a checkered design at the time because of its pink color). Her hair was thick and blonde. And much taller than I thought. It was the kind of hair that would make his friends jealous in the future. Friends. I made a note in my mind to ask him about his friends. Friends who could support him so that he could survive.
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