Ben Hansen
After all the suspense, the fancy dress party finally dragged
itself into the story. Hugh and Ben spent their time alternately peering suspiciously at the drunken revellers and trying to pick up chicks.
Then, while Ben was behind the roses with a particularly drunken member of the female gender and Hugh was shouting at an 82 year old man trying to make him confess to whatever Hugh could think up, they heard a thud. They looked around hurriedly and saw that a young man had collapsed in the middle of the room, clutching his chest. Nobody was anywhere near him. Mrs Marple's best friend, a sleazy middle-aged Frenchman named Poirot, quickly ran over to the body and bent over him for a moment. when he stood up, his hand was wet with blood.
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