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Из задницы вытащили, явно. Иначе чего бы он их в перчатке-то держал?
then sheep poo
then sheep poo.
I'll give you a hint-- they go in tubes.
тогда какашки
So the question was "FOR WHAT"?
Так вапрос был" ДЛЯ ЧЕГО"?
Don't you know what poop is for?
Если я скажу из чего, вы догадаетесь для чего это.
So why did you take the poo?Подсказываю - они вставляются в трубочки.
FUCK!
YOU...
Shoot your mother-in-law with a straw?
There's no other task.
QUEST:
What is he holding in his hands? If you guess what, you'll know what the cylinders are for.
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Подсказываю - они вставляются в трубочки.
You're not going to siphon electricity out of them, are you? Because it's fashionable now...
ВОПРОС:
Что он держит в руках? Догадаетесь что, поймёте зачем нужны цилиндрики.
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An elephant?- That's where you're wrong, Inspector! - Sergeant Glume was always happy to correct the famous detective. - I've already discovered that Furtley had quite a tidy sum in the bank. Although his niece Eileen, who has been living here since the death of his parents, claims he's been involved with some scam artists lately and has gone into debt. And yesterday he came home later than usual, extremely gloomy. Told Ailey he was in big trouble and asked not to be disturbed. An hour ago, alarmed that the light was on in his office so early, she ventured in and stumbled upon her uncle's stiffened corpse. Our forensic expert informed me that death occurred last night, about ten hours ago. And the poison that Furtley put in his wine was so strong that the old man died instantly.
At that, Gloom gingerly glanced at the frail goblet on its high, thin stalk, which stood ominously in the centre of the large table, covered with age-bleached green cloth. In the dim morning light filtering in through the tightly shuttered window, there was a pale gleam of some sort of dark ruby liquid at the bottom of the goblet.
- In any case," the sergeant added cheerfully, "we hadn't touched anything before you arrived.
- Hm, curious, curious," said Borg and walked over to an antique bookcase full of books. - Furtli had a very fine library. There is even a first edition of Splaine, which I have been after for a long time.
With these words the inspector opened greedily some dusty tome and began to read. The uncomprehending sergeant stared in amazement at the absorbed Borg. There was silence in the office.
Suddenly, breaking the lingering silence, the alarm clock rang at the head of the bed which had never been made. The sergeant came out of his stupor and touched the detective by the shoulder.
- Inspector, what about the suicide? The case seems clear.
- Yes, yes," said Borg, reluctantly looking away from the book. All that remains is to question Furtley's niece again. We must find out why she wanted to kill the old man...
Why did Borg think Furtley didn't commit suicide?