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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 (Malese) 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. 'Saya tertanya-tanya apa yang pencuri yang memukul Nya,' berkata seorang tetamu. 'Siapa tahu?' kata lain, mengambil sip minum beliau. Alice terdengar perbualan ini, dan tersenyum dalam ke brandy beliau.

Risultati (Malese) 2:

The Perfect Crime suami Alice Jackson, Henry adalah seorang yang kebiasaan. Oleh itu, yang tepat pada 6:00 pada waktu petang dia berada di dapur mendapat bir untuk dia keluar dari peti sejuk dan memerhatikannya berjalan jalan. Dia tersenyum. Hari ini rutin itu akan menjadi berbeza. Ia adalah ulang tahun perkahwinan kesepuluh mereka, dan beberapa rakan-rakan telah datang bulat untuk minuman di 8.00. Terdapat patung ais besar beberapa mencium di tengah-tengah meja di ruang tamu, dengan dua puluh gelas menunggu tetamu. Alice tidak sabar untuk malam itu. Dia sangat gembira. Dia mempunyai bayi cantik tidur di tingkat atas, sebuah rumah yang indah, dan seorang suami yang dia dipuja. Henry membuka pintu dan masuk ke dalam dapur. Dia berpusing untuk mencium dia dan memberinya birnya. 'Duduklah, "kata Henry. 'Saya ada sesuatu untuk mengatakan.' Alice tidak tahu bahawa dalam tempoh dua minit akan datang seluruh hidupnya akan berubah. "Saya minta maaf," katanya. 'Dan ia ulang tahun kami, juga. Tetapi ia hanya bahawa Kathy dan saya berada dalam cinta. Bobby tidak akan terlepas saya, dia terlalu muda ' Dia tidak percaya telinganya. Dia dalam mimpi. 'Saya akan mendapatkan bersedia untuk parti, "katanya. Dia berjalan ke ruang tamu. Apabila dia kembali, Henry berdiri dengan kembali kepadanya, minum bir. Dia membawa sesuatu yang berat. Dia berpaling. 'Apa yang di bumi ....?' Ini adalah kata-kata terakhir Henry Jackson. Isterinya memukulnya di atas kepala. Pada mulanya dia tidak bergerak, maka dia jatuh ke lantai. Tiba-tiba Alice mula berfikir dengan jelas. Dia mengambil patung ais kembali ke ruang tamu, dan menelefon polis. Kemudian dia berpaling sehingga pemanasan pusat, dan naik ke atas untuk memakai make-up. Polis datang dengan cepat. 'Adakah ia ok?' dia bertanya. "Dia sudah mati. ' Alice menjerit. 'Tidak, tidak, tidak Henry! Henry Saya! Oh Henry! ' Melalui air mata dia memberitahu bagaimana dia meletakkan bayi tidur, dan datang turun untuk mencari Henry di lantai dapur. 'Pencuri, "kata Detektif Parry. Mereka membawanya ke ruang tamu. ' Duduk, Puan Jackson. Sarjan Taylor, dapatkan Puan Jackson minuman. A brandy dengan beberapa ais. Phew! Ia panas di dalam bilik ini. Saya harap anda faham, Puan Jackson, yang kita ada untuk mencari rumah dengan segera. Kita mesti mencari senjata pembunuhan. Bilik itu semakin panas. Tiba-tiba lengan jatuh patung ais ke meja. Ia telah lebur. Sarjan Taylor pergi ke patung dan mengambil lengan lebur. Berkat, memecah ke dalam bit dan meletakkan beberapa ke dalam brendi Alice. 'Phew! Bolehkah saya mempunyai segelas air, Puan Jackson? Ia begitu panas di sini. ' ' Saya rasa kita semua perlu satu, "kata detektif. 'Dan dengan ais.' Mereka semua sangat panas dan dahaga. Kawan-kawan Alice tiba. 'Poor Alice! Miskin Henry! ' Mereka menangis, dan mereka cuba menghiburkannya. 'Oh, terima kasih, terima kasih,' menangis teresak-esak Alice. Tolong .... tinggal dan minum. . Membantu diri ' Mereka semua mempunyai minuman - gin dan tonik, wiski - dan mereka semua mempunyai ais. Patung ini kini hampir kolam air di atas lantai. "Saya tertanya-tanya apa pencuri itu memukulnya dengan," kata seorang tetamu. 'Siapa tahu?' kata yang lain, mengambil seteguk minuman beliau. Alice mendengar perbualan ini, dan tersenyum ke dalam brendi beliau.