'Let me in. Please let me in.'
Christine put down her book and looked at her watch. It was eleven o'clock at night.
'Why did i become a detective?' she thought to herself. She went downstairs. Even before she could open the door, the shouting started again.
'Please hurry. Open the the door. There don't a minute to lose.'
'Okay, okay. I'm coming,' Christine shouted back.
When Christine opened the door, she saw a beautiful young girl on the doorstep. She looked very frightened and her eyes were red. As soon as Christine saw her, she knew the girl had a lot.
'Oh, Miss Poole. I am very sorry to come round so late at night. It is my *patient. She says there is something she must tell you before she dies. She will only tell it to you. Please come quickly. I don't want her to die an unhappy woman.'
Christine did not understand at all. She had never seen the young woman before. She did not know what she was talking about.
'I think you should come in and sit down,' Christine said.
Christine made the girl sit down and went to make some coffee.