<div class="floatleft">(https://0themastercylinder0.files.wordpress.com/2020/01/740full-sybil-danning-2.jpg?w=384)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>MARTA LINDGREN | 25 | NURSE </strong></span><hr/><br/>Marta gasped when Poirot revealed that the Professor's apartment had burned down and that the poor man had been inside!  "Oh, Professor," she murmured.  Were she a more typical woman, she might have swayed or swooned, but Marta was a Lindgren and they were made in a hard land of long winter so she stood as normal, moving her right hand to her left breast the only sign of her distress.<br/><br/>She caught Syssiah's gaze and her lips flattened at the offer of the drug.  She shook her head faintly, hoping that the motion was not noticed by Doctor Brockman.  While she understood his use of the medicine, it might be better if Miss Ezab kept a clearer head right now.  The tall Swede did give the slightly younger girl a little smile, an encouraging one, she hoped.  It was not hard to.  She looked quite stunning sitting so in the stuffed chair, a bit askew and astonished.<br/><br/>At Richard's request, she nodded, "Of course, Lieutenant Walker.  I should gladly accompany you."  She turned her pretty face to the Poirot and the Inspector, "I am a nurse by trade and training, and served Professor Smith in that capacity for a few years."  She hesitated a moment, "Perhaps I can do something for him, though I am sure he has been tended to already."  Though...she was also curious about the mysterious condition of the body that was being brought here.  Both men had indicated that there was something...unusual about the corpses they had found.  Poirot himself had said that they weren't "men at all."  What did he mean?  "May we go to Professor Smith's side?  Or...would you rather we abide here?"