Detective strory test

0Many rich people aspire to own islands, but an island in the Venetian lagoon, within sight and easy reach of the city, yet perfectly private, verdant and isolated, is a privilege reserved for very few. Ivan Durridgegot got his chance when the Engishwoman, old and ailing, sold it for a small fortune. Expecting some ostentatious pleasure pavilion, Zen had been surprised by what awaited him. The floor of the artificial island was now covered in trees, plants artfully arranged to form a dense, seemingly natural garden. In its midst stood the guardhouse, a long low structure of military severity which had been skillfully transformed into a residence retaining the essential characteristics of the original while suggesting something of the rustic pleasures of the country cottage. Zen wandered idly about the property, inspired less by the sense that there was anything to be discoverd than by the beauty of the spot. He was standing on the lawn in front of the house, looking up at the ragged blue patch of sky visible through the encircling foliage, when a cry disturbed his reverie.02br
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00'Hey!' Zen had grown so accustomed to the peace and quite that he stared violently. The tought that he might not be alone on the island had never occured to him. He looked around. At the corner of the house stood an elderly man dressed in baggy dark overalls. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded gruffily.02br
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00Zen lit a cigarette with elaborate nonchalance. 'Well?' the man demanded, walking across the lawn towards him. 'This is private property.'02br
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00'Police.' The man's expression of mute hostility did not change. His face was marked with a series of concentric wrinkles, like ripples on water.02br
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00'And you are ... ?' barked Zen. 'Calderan, Franco.' 'What are you doing here?' 'Doing? I live here; I am the gardener and the caretaker.'02br
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00Zen sniffed sceptically, as though this were a transparent fiction. 'Where were you the day your employer disappeared?' the man frowned. 'I hve already made my statement.'02br
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00'So make it again,' snapped Zen. 'Or are you affraid the two accounts will not tally? Maybe you have forgotten whatever pack of lies you made up the first time?' 'I told them the truth. It was Tuesday, my day off. I rowed over to Alberoni and caught the bus to go and see my sister and her family, same as every week. They can vouch for me.'02br
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00Zen's sneer indicated the value he ascribed to alibis which depended on the corroboration of the suspect's relations. 'Why are you lying? Who are you trying to protect?'02br
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00Zen broke off, 01font00appaled at himself. 02font00Why the hell was he browbeating this old man? But he had been a policeman too long not to try and make Calderan sweet a little in return for his surly welcome. 'I am not protecting anyone. Everyone knew that I went to see my sister on Tuesdays, and have done these thirty years.'02br
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00He took a step forward, confronting Zen openly. 'Anyway, what are you doing coming out here 01font00ranking02font00 all this 01font00over02font00 again?' I have been through it all often enough already. Or have you not bothered to read what I wrote to your colleagues?'02br
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00Calderan's eyes narrowed as a new suspicin struck him. 'You say you are from the police?' 'Let me see your identification.'02br
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01font00Zen had obliged02font00, and after some further acrimonious exchanges he had been able to depart in a relatively dignifed manner, but the experience had merely had the effect of making his private investigation of the Durridge seem even more of a mockery. The case had already been fully invetigated, and at a time when clues and memories were still fresh. what hope he had of solving the mystery now, three months after the event?02br
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00Questions:02br
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00What do the parts highlighted in red mean?02br
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00What surprised Zen about the island?02br
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00a. It was more pleasant than he had expected02br
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00b. It had been artificially created. 02br
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00c. It had a guardhouse.02br
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00d. It contained for him little to look at02br
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00IMO, b02br
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00Zen wanted Calderan to think that he was02br
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00b. shrewd 02br
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00c. impulsive02br
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00d. unorthodox02br
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00IMO, b02br
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00Which of the following best describes Calderan's attitude in the passage?02br
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00a. Secretive02br
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00b. Baffled02br
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00c. Fearful02br
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00d. indignant02br
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00IMO, d02br
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00After spaking to Calderan, Zen felt that02br
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00a. He had missed a vital clue02br
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00b. his visit had been futile02br
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00c. he had asked the wrong questions02br
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00his visit would cause him trouble.02br
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00IMO, b 02br
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00"but the experience had merely had the effect of making his private investigation of the Durridge seem even more of a mockery"02br
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