Photo Of The Day: 12/06/2011 "Mystery On Board"

Night was falling. The sun, in his farewell to this day the sky dyed a shade between orange, pink and purple. The temperature was ideal for going out on deck, enjoy a cocktail and watch the horizon is gradually fading. The last swimmers, a while ago and they had left, the now calm waters of the swimming pool on board. In the club, aft, and could hear the first notes of what promises to be a night full of fun, music and partying. Animated conversation, accompanied by the soft murmur of the water crashing against the hull, when suddenly, a blood-curdling scream, cut the time. Man overboard!. The confusion was general. Passengers jumped on the gunwale, trying to glimpse into the dark waters of the silhouette of a person floating or maybe struggling to stay afloat. The boat slowed down, began to draw circles on itself, trying to find the missing body. After several long minutes, he heard a stir in the bow. The sailors were descending on the port bow. Indeed, soon after on deck hoisted the limp body of a man. In her fifties, informal attire.

Shorts, sandals and a flowered shirt a little shrill. Those who were closer then perfectly able to distinguish a knife in his chest holding a bloodied and half paper waste by water. Between blood and ink half erased, could still read "Murderer". The captain took immediate action. They searched the body, the documentation, it was certainly one of the passengers. They were several hours of ground and the body was still warm. No doubt the murderer was on board. Should question each passenger. Discover the culprit and try to avoid panic. For PA, called for all in the main hall. Ready for big parties, was the only place where they could assemble the vessel, with a minimum of comfort the 1,200 passengers and crew. Everyone was under suspicion. Do not let anyone pass their cabins. Thus, the captain could name a group of men you trust and record all the booths in search of a reasonable track. Nothing. Everything was normal. Party dresses, souvenirs, sunscreen, bathing suits ... nothing to point to a murderer. Meanwhile, the body was taken to the infirmary and physician on board a first inspection was performed.

There were no footprints, but it was determined that the knife did not cause his death. He was dead when they nailed him. Therefore, the murderer raised his body to throw it overboard. A peculiar tone lily in the valley of his eyes betrayed the use of some kind of poison. Poisons are feminine weapons, but that in accord with the force needed to lift the man, rather corpulent, over the railing. Captain investigated whether the man was traveling alone. They had embarked on the last leg, he and his three daughters. The captain decided to interrogate them in a discreet way. Bereaved widow and orphans, could not stop sobbing. Why?, Why?, Repeated endlessly. The captain seemed very unlikely that those sweet females would have committed the sordid crime. When he was about to let them go, he noticed a small red stain on the dress of the youngest daughter. - A second, what is that stain? - Oh, a drop of blood, I fell on the deck this afternoon .- I see, and where have you hurt? I can not see any scratch on your skin .- I ... ...- Leave this, do you not see that has already suffered enough for today?, snapped one of his sisters .- I told you this would not go well, told you so, lost the youngest nerves .- Silence!, bellowed the captain.

I think we expected a long and painful noche.Tras a long interrogation, the captain did a full-blown confession. The mother had married a fourth time, after being widowed three times, with the oil magnate now lying inert in the nursing board. This time, had poisoned the poor wretch. Then he stuck the knife with the note, as a mere element of oversight, and the four, the body had been thrown overboard. They did not expect one of the sailors on duty, saw the body and would fall as soon as the alarm. They could wash, and ensure that no trace of the crime, was visible. His plan had been to wait until morning, and go himself in search of the captain, to denounce, conpungidas, disappearance. This time the evil plan failed.

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