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  Раздел 11. Определение количества и координат складов в регионе

11.3. Алгоритм оценки влияния размещения складской сети. 

MACMILLAN READERS

MACMILLAN READERS

A Visitor

2

2

Please Find My Sister

The Manson Building

The Manson Building

2

A Very Tidy Apartment

A Very Tidy Apartment

Myer and Myer

Myer and Myer

Suzy

Suzy

Benny Greep

Benny Greep

Benny Greep

Benny Greep

Benny Greep

Benny Greep

Benny Greep

Benny Greep

2

2

Arrested for Murder

2

Sergeant Murphy

Sergeant Murphy

The Yellow Car

A Short Visit to the Manson Building

Las Cabanas

Las Cabanas

Helen Garfield Leaves

Helen Garfield Leaves

The Fight

The Fight

The Police Station

The Police Station

Tell Me the Truth

Tell Me the Truth

Telephone Calls

Telephone Calls

Telephone Calls

I Find Elaine Garfield

Everything Is Explained

Everything Is Explained

Everything Is Explained

I'm Sorry, Mr Samuel

I'm Sorry, Mr Samuel

 

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The Woman Who Disappeared

Philip Prowse

MACMILLAN READERS 

INTERMEDIATE LEVEL

PHILIP PROWSE

The Woman Who Disappeared

MACMILLAN

INTERMEDIATE LEVEL

Founding Editor: John Milne

The Macmillan Readers provide a choice of enjoyable reading materials for learners of English. The series is published at six levels - Starter, Beginner, Elementary, Pre-intermediate, Intermediate and Upper.

Level control

Information, structure and vocabulary are controlled to suit the students' ability at each level.

The number of words at each level:

Starter	about 300 basic words
Beginner	about 600 basic words
Elementary	about 1100 basic words
Pre-intermediate	about 1400 basic words
Intermediate	about 1600 basic words
Upper	about 2200 basic words

 

Vocabulary

Some difficult words and phrases in this book are important for understanding the story. Some of these words are explained in the story and some are shown in the pictures. From Pre-intermediate level upwards, words are marked with a number like this: ...³. These words are explained in the Glossary at the end of the book. 

Contents

1. A Visitor 4
2. Please Find My Sister 7
3. The Manson Building 9
4. A Very Tidy Apartment 12
5. Myet and Myer 14
6. Suzy 17
7. Benny Greep 20
8. Arrested for Murder 24
9. Sergeant Murphy 26
10. The Yellow Car 30
11. A Short Visit to the Manson Building 32
12. Las Cabanas 35
13. Helen Garfield Leaves 39
14. The Fight 41
15. The Police Station 44
16. Tell Me the Truth 47
17. Telephone Calls 50
18. I Find Elaine Garfield 53
19. Everything Is Explained 55
20. I'm Sorry, Mr Samuel 59

A Visitor

_M

y name's Samuel. Lenny Samuel. You can call me Len.

I'm a private eye. A private eye is a private detective - a detective who will work for anyone who will pay him. I'm not a policeman. I work on my own as a private eye.

My office is on the west side of Los Angeles, on the fourth floor of a high building. There are only two rooms in my office - the outer room and the inner room. The outer room is the waiting-room. There are four chairs in the waiting-room, although there are never four people waiting to see me. In fact, there is usually no one at all waiting to see me.

In the inner room, there's a cheap wooden desk. There's a big wooden chair for me to sit on and, on the opposite side of the desk, there's a low metal chair for my visitors. The rest of the furniture in my office consists of a large, empty metal cupboard, and a low bed in one corner. When there is a lot of work, I sometimes sleep in the office.

The notice outside my door says: "L. Samuel. Private Detective." That's me. I'm quite tall, nearly two metres, and I weigh eighty kilos. A lot of men say that I'm ugly, but women seem to find me attractive. I've got brown eyes, brown hair and very nice teeth. I had a good nose, too, until someone broke it in a fight last year.

Recently, I haven't been very busy. In fact, I've had very little to do. However, I did have some work last month. It all started late one afternoon, when I was sitting in my office. I had just finished cutting my nails and I was about to clean them.

Suddenly, I heard someone walk into the outer room. I always leave the door of the outer room open, in case anyone wants to come in and see me. When I heard the footsteps in the outer room, I wasn't very surprised.

I thought that someone had made a mistake and come into the wrong office. It was probably someone looking for the doctor next door.

But a moment later, there was a very quiet knock on the door of the inner room.

'Come in,' I shouted and put away the scissors I had been cutting my nails with.

The door opened and in walked one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was about eighteen years old, with blue eyes and long blonde hair. She was wearing a smart green coat and had a big brown handbag over her shoulder.

'Excuse me,' said the girl. 'I'm looking for Mr Samuel.'

'I'm Samuel,' I said, with a quick smile. 'Come in and sit down.'

The girl didn't smile back at me.

'No, I won't sit down,' she said.

'Well, if you won't sit down, at least come in and close the door,' I replied.

The girl came in, walked over and put her handbag on my desk.

'Now,' I said, 'what can I do for you?'

'I need help,' said the girl slowly. 'But I don't know if you will be able to help me. Are you a real private detective?'

'Of course I am,' I replied angrily. 'Didn't you see the notice on the office door? It says "L. Samuel. Private Detective." I'm Samuel. I'm a private eye.'

'All right, Mr Samuel,' the girl said coldly. 'There's no need to get angry. I have a little job for you.'

'Right,' I said quickly. 'What do you want me to do?'

'It's very simple really,' the girl replied. 'I want you to find my sister. She has disappeared.' 

The door opened and in walked one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.

Please Find My Sister

I see,' I said. 'Your sister has disappeared. Have you reported her disappearance to the police?'

The blonde girl shook her head. She looked very nervous and was starting to cry.

'No, I haven't told the police,' she said. '1 don't want any trouble with the police. I just want you to help find my sister.'

She took a small, pink handkerchief out of her handbag and dried her eyes.

'All right,' I said. 'Tell me all about your sister.'

'Her name is Elaine Garfield,' said the girl.

'And what's your name?' I interrupted.

'Helen. Helen Garfield,' she replied. 'My sister disappeared a week ago. We had arranged to have dinner together last Monday night, but she didn't come.'

'Perhaps your sister didn't come because she doesn't like the food you cook,' I suggested.

'Don't try to be funny. I flew all the way from New York to see her last Monday,' she said angrily.

'Oh, so you don't live in Los Angeles, then,' I said.

'No,' she replied quickly, 'I live in New York. I flew right across America to see my sister, but, when I got here, I discovered that she had disappeared.'

'How do you know she has disappeared?' I asked. 'Perhaps your sister just forgot about the dinner.'

The blonde girl took a deep breath.

'Look,' she said, 'Let me finish my story. If you don't stop asking questions, I'll find myself another detective.'

'Right,' I said, 'I'm listening.'

'I waited for my sister last Monday evening, in my hotel,' said the girl. 'But she didn't come. I telephoned her, but there was no answer. So the next morning, I went to the office where she worked. At her office, they said that she had been to work the day before, on the Monday. They also told me that she'd left suddenly, in the middle of the afternoon, without telling anyone. After that I went round to her flat, but there was no one there.'

The girl stopped for a minute, and then continued.

'Mr Samuel,' she said, 'I'm very worried about my sister. It's not usual for her to disappear suddenly like this. I'm sure that she's in danger and I want you to find her.'

'All right,' I said. 'It may be easy or it may be difficult, but I'll find her. But first, tell me why you've waited six days before coming to me.'

'That's none of your business,' the girl said.

'OK,' I replied. 'Your sister's name is Elaine Garfield. What does she look like?'

'Oh, that's easy,' Helen Garfield replied, 'she looks like me. We're twins. Now, Mr Samuel, how much money do you charge?

'Fifty dollars a day,' I said.

'Very well, Mr Samuel,' said the girl, 'but fifty dollars a day is a lot of money. I hope that you will work hard for it.'

'Oh yes,' I replied, with a smile, 'I'll work very hard. Now give me the address of your sister's flat, and the name of the office where she works. I'll start work at once.'

The blonde girl wrote the addresses on a piece of paper and gave me the paper.

'One more thing,' I said. 'Can you give me your address, too?'

'That won't be necessary,' she replied, as she picked up her handbag. 'I'll come and see you again tomorrow afternoon, at five o'clock. Goodbye, Mr Samuel.' 

Without waiting for an answer, the girl turned around and walked out of the office.

As I watched her walk out of my office, I smiled to myself. 'This is better than cleaning my nails,' 1 thought. Then I began my work.

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The Manson Building

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fter the blonde girl had left my office, I looked at the two addresses which she had written on the piece of paper. The first was:

Putting the paper in my pocket, I got up and walked towards the door. Then I stopped and went back to my desk. I opened the top left-hand drawer and took out my gun, a .38 Smith and Wesson. Then I put the gun back in the drawer. I decided that it was safer to leave it behind. It's easy to get shot, if you're carrying a gun.

I ran down the stairs, all four floors, and out into the street. My old grey Chrysler was outside, so I jumped in and drove off fast, towards Sunset Place. 

The Manson Building was a tall, ugly block of apartments. I parked the Chrysler outside and walked towards the big glass front doors.

'Hey, mister!' a voice said.

1 continued walking.

'Hey, mister!' said the voice again. 'You can't leave your car there.'

I stopped and turned around. A man in a grey uniform was standing by the Chrysler.

'Hey, mister!' the man repeated, 'you can't park your car here.'

'Why not?' I asked.

'Because only people who live in the Manson Building can park here,' he replied.

 

'So,' I said, 'How do you know that I don't live in the Manson Building?'

'Because I'm the porter,' the man replied. 'I work in the entrance of the building and let people in and out of the door. I know everybody here.'

'Right,' I said, 'then please let me in.'

The porter and I walked up to the big glass front doors and he let me in.

'Who do you want to see?' the porter asked.

'Miss Elaine "Garfield,' I said. 'She lives in Apartment 716.'

'I'm sorry,' the porter replied, 'Miss Garfield is out.'

'When did she go out?' I asked, trying not to look interested.

'Mind your own business,' said the porter. 'I'm not going to tell you. And I'm not going to let you go up to Miss Garfield's apartment, when she's not there.'

'Why don't you go for a walk?' I said to the porter and put five dollars in his hand. I gave the porter the money to make him go away.

The porter shook his head.

'No,' he said.

1 gave the porter five dollars more.

'Now go for a long walk,' I said.

The porter went out into the street and I went up to Apartment 716, Miss Elaine Garfield's apartment. 

A Very Tidy Apartment

_I

rang the bell beside the door of Apartment 716 and waited.

There was no answer. I rang again, but there was still no answer. Then I took a small, square piece of plastic out of my pocket. I looked around. I was alone. I pushed the piece of plastic into the space between the door and the door frame and moved the plastic up and down. In a minute, the door opened and I went into the flat.

 

I stood still and listened. There was silence. I switched on the light and looked around. It was a modern apartment. I was standing in the living-room. Through an open door on my left, I could see the bedroom which was very neat and tidy. I looked in the wardrobe - it was almost empty.

'That's funny,' I thought. 'People who disappear don't usually take most of their clothes with them. They only take their clothes if they've been planning their disappearance for a long time.'

I walked back into the living-room and searched it carefully. But I found nothing to explain Elaine Garfield's disappearance. Then I went into the kitchen. The kitchen was also very clean and tidy. There were no dirty plates or cups. There was no old milk in the refrigerator. Everything was in its place.

'Well,' I thought, 'there's only the bathroom left to search now.'

The bathroom, too, was empty and clean. I walked quickly around the flat, making sure that I hadn't forgotten anything. I wiped everything I had touched with my handkerchief, because I didn't want to leave any fingerprints. Then I switched off the lights and opened the door to leave.

But I didn't leave. There were two men standing outside the door. One of them was short and had red hair and a nasty smile. The other was quite tall and was wearing a hat pulled down over his face. The one with the hat was holding a gun and the gun was pointing at me.

I tried to close the door, but the red-haired man put his foot out to stop the door closing. I let go of the door. The door opened and both the men came in. The one with the hat was in front and he was still carrying the gun.

'Hold your hands up in the air,' said the man with the gun.

Then he turned to the red-haired man.

'See if he's got a gun on him, Jo.'

Jo, the red-haired man, came over towards me. I waited. When Jo was between me and the man with the gun, I jumped. I jumped forward and caught Jo around the neck. I held him in front of me. The man with the gun couldn't shoot because he would hit his friend.

'Right,' I said to the man with the gun. 'Get out of the way. I'm leaving now and I'm taking your friend with me.'

Holding Jo in front of me, I walked slowly towards the man with the gun. Then something went wrong with my plan.

The man with the gun started to laugh. He put the gun back in his pocket and stood laughing.

'Why are you laughing?' 1 asked. 

'I'm laughing because you're so stupid,' the man with the gun said and walked up to me.

'Stop,' I said, 'or else I'll. . .'

'What will you do?' asked the man with the gun. 'You can't do anything. I'm the one with the gun.'

As he said this, the man leant forward. He pulled Jo out of my hands and hit me in the face. I must say that I wasn't expecting to be hit in the face. It hurt. It hurt even more when he hit me again and I fell on the floor. I lay still on the floor, hoping that the two men would go away. But they didn't go away. Instead, they picked me up and hit me hard on the head. Everything went black. I lay on the floor - I was unconscious.

5

M/yer and Myer

_I

woke up with a terrible pain in my head. I was lying on the floor outside the front door of Miss Elaine Garfield's apartment. I looked around. The man with the gun and his red-haired friend had left. I was alone and I had a terrible headache. I got up slowly and felt my head gently, to see if there was any blood. There wasn't any blood, but my head was still very painful. I decided to go back to the office and go to bed.

There was no sign of the porter at the entrance to the Manson Building. I walked out of the door and across to the old grey Chrysler. I drove slowly back to the office.

The telephone was ringing when I arrived at the office. I went in quickly and answered it.

'Samuel speaking.'

'Listen, Samuel,' replied a voice. 'Forget about Elaine

Garfield. We hurt you a little in her apartment. If you don't forget all about Elaine Garfield, we'll hurt you a lot more.'

'Who are you Г I asked.

But there was no answer. The man had put down the telephone. ^

I decided to do what the man had told me. I would forget all about Elaine Garfield - for ten hours. After a good night's sleep, I would look for Elaine Garfield. I would also try to find the man with the gun and his friend, Jo. I lay down on the hard, low bed and went straight to sleep.

I woke up the next morning at eight o'clock. I felt my head carefully, but it did not hurt so much now.

I left the office and went across the street to the cafe where I usually had breakfast. I drank a glass of orange juice, ate some fresh toast and drank several cups of coffee.

I read the morning newspapers. There was a lot of news, but nothing about Miss Elaine Garfield. I looked at my watch, left the cafe and walked over to the Chrysler.

By nine o'clock, I was outside the Title-Insurance Building. At three minutes past nine, I was standing outside the door of Myer and Myer, Attorneys. At twenty past nine, I was still standing outside the door. Nobody had arrived yet to work. At nine thirty, the first secretary arrived and, at eighteen minutes to ten, I was sitting in Mr Myer's office.

'Well, Mr Myer,' I said, 'my name's Samuel and I'm a private detective.'

'I'm pleased to meet you,' Mr Myer said politely. He was about fifty-five years old, with a grey suit, grey hair and a grey face.

'Does Miss Elaine Garfield work here?' I asked.

'Yes, she does,' Mr Myer said, 'But she hasn't been to work since last Monday. Why do you want to see Elaine?'

'Her sister has asked me to help find her,' I replied. 'Can you think of anything Elaine said or did which could explain her disappearance?'

Mr Myer scratched his head.

'No,' he said, 'I'm afraid I can't help you.'

'Who did Elaine work with?' I asked.

Mr Myer looked at me.

'Why do you say, "Who did Elaine work with?" and not "Who does Elaine work with?" Elaine's not dead, is she?' he asked.

I looked straight back at Mr Myer.

'I don't know if Elaine is dead or not,' I said. 'Would you be very sad if she was dead?'