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Part II,Chapter 1,Colonel Carbury smiled across the table at his guest and raised his glass. ‘Well, here’s to crime!’,Hercule Poirot’s eyes twinkled in acknowledgement of the aptness of the toast.,He had come to Amman with a letter of introduction to Colonel Carbury from Colonel Race.,Carbury had been interested to see this world-famous person to whose gifts his old friend andally in the Intelligence had paid such unstinting tribute.,‘We must show you all we can of the neighbourhood,’ said Carbury, twisting a somewhatragged brindled ² moustache. He was an untidy stocky man of medium height with a semibald headand vague, mild, blue eyes. He did not look in the least like a soldier. He did not look evenparticularly alert. He was not in the least one’s idea of a disciplinarian. Yet in Transjordania hewas a power.,‘There’s Jerash,’ he said. ‘Care about that sort of thing?’,‘I am interested in everything!’,‘Yes,’ said Carbury. ‘That’s the only way to react to life.’ He paused.,‘Tell me, d’you ever find your own special job has a way of following you round?’,His deduction led him to the correct conclusion.他的推断使他得出正确的结论 。,I saw his brindled cow feeding on fish remnants.我看见他的用鱼杂碎喂养的斑纹奶牛
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