Cyrus Hardmans Story

My name is Cyrus Hardman. I went on a train from Istanbul to Paris. You might wonder why.

It all started with me going after some crooks. I work as a private detective from McNeil’s Detective Agency in New York. I chased them down all the way from America to Europe. I lost the track after them in Istanbul. When I was at the airport on my way home, the office contacted me. Apperently there was a guy called Samuel Rachett who needed my help. I cancelled my flight and went to the train station, which were where we had decided to meet. Well at the train station he stood, looked a bit stressed actually. I asked what there was I could do for him. He said that he had recieved some threatening letters and went ahead and showed them to me. When he had shown them to me he asked if I could follow him on his train from Istanbul to Paris. So I followed him on his train. Well on the train we decided that it’d be safest if I slept in the same coach as him. I took a rather strategic berth as I could see his from mine. Everything went just fine until... the murder. I was staying up at night to keep an eye on Mr. Rachett. I have no idea how anyone ever could’ve murdered him when I was guarding him, I mean, I saw the conductor go from his berth a few times and once he was away for about 15 minutes but I don’t reckon hearing anything suspicoius. Well, I did hear Mrs. Hubbard ring her bell like something was wrong, I didn’t think it had anything to do with Mr. Rachett and I didn’t want to stop watching him.

Now he’s dead. I’m sitting here in my berth writing this now. I still don’t know who the murderer might be but I have my thoughts. My primary guess would be that anyone from the staff murdered him. Probably someone took a job on the train just to murder him. I’m not sure who, but I did notice that some of the maids didn’t like Mr. Rachett.

Cyrus Hardman

My name is Cyrus Hardman. I usally wear colorful clothes. I talk with a quite nasal voice and have coarse features in my face. I came to this train because Mr. Rachett needed a detective and I happend to be in Istanbul when he did. He asked me to come with him on his train to Paris, so I did. I wanted to keep my identity secret so I said I was an American commecrial traveller selling typewriter ribbons. My cover didn't work for as long as planned because of the murder.

Cyrus Hardman Witness Report 2

Witness report:
Well, Mr. Rachett is dead. McNeils Detective Agency put me on paper work until further notice. I’m
right now trying to figure out who the murder might be. My first guess would be anyone of the staff, possibly a conductor.

When I went out for some lunch, I skipped breakfast because I was so shocked after everything that had happend. Anyhow, when I was having lunch I saw that one of the conductors was very stressed. I can’t tell he murdered Mr. Rachett but it seemed suspicious. Maybe he was just stressed after all that has happend. Else everything was like normal, except noone said a single word to eachother. After all there is a murderer on the train.

Cyrus Hardman Witness Report

Cyrus Hardman