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The Perfect Crime

Alice Jackson's husband, Henry was a man of habit. So it was that at exactly six o'clock in the evening she was in the kitchen getting a beer for him out of the fridge and watching him walk up the path.
She was smiling. Today the routine was going to be different. It was their tenth wedding anniversary, and some friends were coming round for drinks at 8.00. There was a big ice statue of a couple kissing in the middle of the table in the living room, with twenty glasses waiting for the guests. Alice was looking forward to the evening.
She was very happy. She had a beautiful baby sleeping upstairs, a lovely home, and a husband who she adored.
Henry opened the door and came into the kitchen. She turned round to kiss him and give him his beer.
'Sit down,' Henry said. 'I've got something to say.'
Alice had no idea that in the next two minutes her whole life was going to change.
'I'm sorry,' he said. 'And it's our anniversary, as well. But it's just that Kathy and I are in love. Bobby won't miss me, he's too young'
She didn't believe his ears. She was in a dream.
'I'll get ready for the party,' she said.
She walked into the living room. When she returned, Henry was standing with his back to her, drinking his beer. She was carrying something heavy. He turned. 'What on earth ….?' These were Henry Jackson's last words. His wife hit him over the head.
At first he didn't move, then he fell to the floor.
Suddenly Alice began to think very clearly. She took the ice statue back to the living room, and phoned the police.
Then she turned up the central heating, and went upstairs to put on some make-up.
The police came quickly.
'Is he all right?' she asked.
'He's dead.'
Alice screamed. 'No, no, not Henry! My Henry! Oh Henry!' Through her tears she told how she put the baby to bed, and came downstairs to find Henry on the kitchen floor.
'Burglars,' said Detective Parry.
They took her into the living room.
'Sit down, Mrs. Jackson. Sergeant Taylor, get Mrs Jackson a drink. A brandy with some ice. Phew! It's hot in this room. I hope you understand, Mrs Jackson, that we have to search the house immediately. We must find the murder weapon.
The room was getting hotter. Suddenly an arm fell off the ice statue onto the table. It was melting. Sergeant Taylor went to the statue and picked up the melting arm. He broke it into bits and put some into Alice's brandy.
'Phew! Can I have a glass of water, Mrs Jackson? It's so hot in here.'
'I think we all need one,' said the detective. 'And with ice.' They were all very hot and thirsty.
Alice's friends arrived. 'Poor Alice! Poor Henry!' They cried, and they tried to comfort her.
'Oh, thank you, thank you,' sobbed Alice. 'Please …. stay and have a drink. Help yourselves.'
They all had drinks - gin and tonic, whisky - and they all had ice. The statue was now nearly a pool of water on the floor.
'I wonder what the burglar hit him with,' said one guest.
'Who knows?' said another, taking a sip of her drink. Alice heard this conversation, and smiled into her brandy.

Risultati (Russo) 1:

The Perfect Crime Alice Jackson's husband, Henry was a man of habit. So it was that at exactly six o'clock in the evening she was in the kitchen getting a beer for him out of the fridge and watching him walk up the path. She was smiling. Today the routine was going to be different. It was their tenth wedding anniversary, and some friends were coming round for drinks at 8.00. There was a big ice statue of a couple kissing in the middle of the table in the living room, with twenty glasses waiting for the guests. Alice was looking forward to the evening. She was very happy. She had a beautiful baby sleeping upstairs, a lovely home, and a husband who she adored. Henry opened the door and came into the kitchen. She turned round to kiss him and give him his beer. 'Sit down,' Henry said. 'I've got something to say.' Alice had no idea that in the next two minutes her whole life was going to change. 'I'm sorry,' he said. 'And it's our anniversary, as well. But it's just that Kathy and I are in love. Bobby won't miss me, he's too young' She didn't believe his ears. She was in a dream. 'I'll get ready for the party,' she said. She walked into the living room. When she returned, Henry was standing with his back to her, drinking his beer. She was carrying something heavy. He turned. 'What on earth ….?' These were Henry Jackson's last words. His wife hit him over the head. At first he didn't move, then he fell to the floor. Suddenly Alice began to think very clearly. She took the ice statue back to the living room, and phoned the police. Then she turned up the central heating, and went upstairs to put on some make-up. The police came quickly. 'Is he all right?' she asked. 'He's dead.' Alice screamed. 'No, no, not Henry! My Henry! Oh Henry!' Through her tears she told how she put the baby to bed, and came downstairs to find Henry on the kitchen floor. 'Burglars,' said Detective Parry. They took her into the living room. 'Sit down, Mrs. Jackson. Sergeant Taylor, get Mrs Jackson a drink. A brandy with some ice. Phew! It's hot in this room. I hope you understand, Mrs Jackson, that we have to search the house immediately. We must find the murder weapon. The room was getting hotter. Suddenly an arm fell off the ice statue onto the table. It was melting. Sergeant Taylor went to the statue and picked up the melting arm. He broke it into bits and put some into Alice's brandy. 'Phew! Can I have a glass of water, Mrs Jackson? It's so hot in here.' 'I think we all need one,' said the detective. 'And with ice.' They were all very hot and thirsty. Alice's friends arrived. 'Poor Alice! Poor Henry!' They cried, and they tried to comfort her. 'Oh, thank you, thank you,' sobbed Alice. 'Please …. stay and have a drink. Help yourselves.' They all had drinks - gin and tonic, whisky - and they all had ice. The statue was now nearly a pool of water on the floor. «Интересно, что грабитель ударил его с,» сказал один гость. «Кто знает?»,-сказал другой, принимая глоток ее пить. Алиса услышал этот разговор и улыбнулся в ее бренди.

Risultati (Russo) 2:

Идеальное преступление

муж Алисы Джексона, Генри был человеком привычки. Так что это было то , что ровно в шесть часов вечера она была на кухне получить пиво для него из холодильника и наблюдая за ним идти по пути.
Она улыбается. Сегодня процедура собиралась быть разными. Это была их десятая годовщина свадьбы, и некоторые друзья приходили круглые для напитков в 8.00. Был большой лед статуя пары целовались в середине стола в гостиной, с двадцатью очками ждет гостей. Элис с нетерпением жду вечера.
Она была очень счастлива. У нее был красивый ребенок спит наверху, прекрасный дом, а муж , который она обожала.
Генри открыл дверь и вошел в кухню. Она повернулась , чтобы поцеловать его и дать ему свое пиво.
"Садитесь, сказал Генри. «У меня есть кое - что сказать."
Алиса не имела ни малейшего представления о том , что в ближайшие две минуты вся ее жизнь изменится.
"Я сожалею," сказал он. И это наш юбилей, а также. Но это только , что Кэти и я в любви. Бобби не будет скучать по мне, он слишком молод "
Она не верила своим ушам. Она была во сне.
"Я буду готовиться к партии, сказала она.
Она вошла в гостиную. Когда она вернулась, Генри стоял спиной к ней, попивая пиво. Она несла что - то тяжелое. Он повернулся. «Что на земле ....? Это были последние слова Генри Джексона. Его жена ударила его по голове.
Сначала он не двигался, а затем он упал на пол.
Вдруг Элис начала очень ясно мыслить. Она взяла статую льда обратно в гостиную, и позвонили в полицию.
Потом она повернулась вверх центрального отопления, и пошел наверх , чтобы положить на некоторых макияж.
Полиция пришла быстро.
"Является ли он все в порядке? спросила она.
"Он мертв."
закричала Алиса. «Нет, нет, не Генри! Мой Генри! О Генри! Сквозь слезы она рассказала , как она положила ребенка спать, и спустился вниз , чтобы найти Генри на полу кухни.
"Грабители, сказал детектив Парри.
Они взяли ее в гостиную.
" Садитесь, миссис Джексон. Сержант Тэйлор, получить миссис Джексон пить. Бренди с некоторым льдом. Уф! Это горячий в этой комнате. Я надеюсь , вы понимаете, миссис Джексон, что мы должны немедленно искать дом. Мы должны найти орудие убийства.
В комнате было жарче. Вдруг рука отвалилась ледяную статую на стол. Он тает. Сержант Тэйлор подошел к статуе и поднял руку плавления. Он разбил его на куски и положить немного в бренди Элис.
"Уф! Могу ли я выпить стакан воды, миссис Джексон? Это так жарко. "
" Я думаю , что мы все должны один " , сказал детектив. И со льдом. Все они были очень жарко и хочется пить.
Друзей Элис приехала. «Бедный Алиса! Бедный Генри! Они плакали, и они пытались успокоить ее.
"О, спасибо, спасибо," всхлипывала Элис. 'Пожалуйста …. остаться и выпить. . Угощайтесь "
Все они были напитки - джин-тоник, виски - и все они имели лед. Статуя была теперь почти лужа на полу.
"Интересно , что грабитель ударил его," сказал один гость.
"Кто знает?" сказал другой, делая глоток своего напитка. Алиса услышала этот разговор, и улыбнулся ей бренди.