<div class="floatleft">(https://46.media.tumblr.com/84400782eb9cadbbb1a45de7e5d4a923/tumblr_mx2kuiRV9E1sr1ki0o1_500.gif)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>EDMUND BROCKMAN (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=319994.msg15399528#msg15399528), MD | 34 | DOCTOR OF MEDICINE (PSYCHIATRY) </strong></span><hr/><br/><hr/><br/>"Now listen here, Mr. Poirot. There's no need to expose these women to a corpse. And aren't your services better put to looking into this fire you mentioned? Professor Stone was a man of merit. If he has been injured, that seems that it ought to be the police department's top priority. Unless you think that crime was somehow related to the deaths here at the hotel?"<br/><br/>When Ms. Ezab swooned and collapsed into the chair Dr. Brockman was swiftly by her side. His skilled fingers found her slim wrist and teased out a fluttering pulse. The woman was nearly overcome with anxiety. She also had very delicate, even sensual hands. And now that he crouched close to her he was even more impressed by her foreign beauty. Indeed Dr. Brockman's own pulse began to rise, entirely aside from the odd horrific events surrounding them.<br/><br/>"Miss, please try to calm yourself. This entire situation is shocking." He removed a small pill case from his jacket pocket and extracted a small capsule. "Take this, if you please. It is Veronal, a mild barbiturate. It will help settle your nerves." The doctor had great success with the hypnotic drug in the past, prescribing it liberally to many of his female clientele. He fetched a small glass of water and quickly returned to the dilettante's side, offering it to her.<br/><br/>