“Poor Susanne? Yes, I had forgotten about her. The police questioned her. They were convinced that she had something to do with it. Perhaps she had — but if so only innocently. She had, I believe, chatted idly with someone, giving information as to the time of Daisy’s outings. The poor thing got terribly wrought up — she thought she was being held responsible.” She shuddered. “She threw herself out of the window. Oh! it was horrible.”
She buried her face in her hands.
“What nationality was she, Madame
“She was French
“What was her last name
“It’s absurd, but I can’t remember
“She was the nursery-maid
“Yes.”
nationality [ˌnæʃǝˈnælɪtɪ] laughing [ˈlɑ:fɪŋ] nurserymaid [ˈnǝ:s(ǝ)rɪmeɪd]
“What nationality was she, Madame?”
“She was French.”
“What was her last name?”
“It’s absurd, but I can’t remember — we all called her Susanne. A pretty, laughing girl. She was devoted to Daisy.”
“She was the nursery-maid, was she not?”
“Yes.”
“Who was the nurse
“She was a trained hospital nurse
“Now, Madame, I want you to think carefully before you answer this question
nurse [nǝ:s] hospital [ˈhɔspɪtl] recognized [ˈrekǝɡnaɪzd]
“Who was the nurse?”
“She was a trained hospital nurse. Stengelberg her name was. She too was devoted to Daisy — and to my sister.”
“Now, Madame, I want you to think carefully before you answer this question. Have you, since you were on this train, seen anyone that you recognised?”
She stared at him
“What about Princess Dragomiroff
“Oh! her
“So I did, Madame
carefully [ˈkeǝf(ǝ)lɪ] altered [ˈɔ:ltǝd] appearance [ǝˈpɪ(ǝ)rǝns]
She stared at him. “I? No, no one at all.”
“What about Princess Dragomiroff?”
“Oh! her. I know her, of course. I thought you meant anyone — anyone from — from that time.”
“So I did, Madame. Now think carefully. Some years have passed, remember. The person might have altered his or her appearance.”