Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

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Unformatted text preview: ney at all. 'Give what you can,' he said smiling in that wonderful way of his, 'if you can give nothing, it does not matter. You are one of the Flock just the same.' 'Oh, Dr. Andersen,' I said, 'I am not so badly off as that. I have just inherited a considerable amount of money from a distant relative and though I cannot actually touch any of the money until the legal formalities are all complied with, there is one thing I want to do at once.' And then I explained that I was making a will and that I wanted to leave 373 all I had to the Brotherhood. I explained that I had no near relatives." "And he graciously accepted the bequest ?" "He was very detached about it. Said it would be many long years before I passed over, that he could tell I was cut out for a long life of joy and spiritual fulfilment. He really speaks most movingly." "So it would seem.39 Poirot's tone was dry. He went on: "You mentioned your health ?" "Yes, Mr. Poirot. I told him that I had had lung trouble, and that it had recurred more than once, but that a final treatment in a Sanatorium some years ago had, I hoped, quite cured me." "Excellent!" "Though why it is necessary for me to say that I am consumptive when my lungs are as sound as a bell I really cannot see." "Be assured it is necessary. You mentioned your friend ?" "Yes. I told him (strictly in confidence) that dear Emmeline, besides the fortune she had inherited from her husband, would inherit an even larger sum shortly from an aunt who was deeply attached to her." 374 "Eh bien, that ought to keep Mrs. Clegg safe for the time being!" "Oh, Mr. Poirot, do you really think there is anything wrong ?" "That is what I am going to endeavour to find out. Have you met a Mr. Cole down at the Sanctuary ?" "There was a Mr. Cole there last time I went down. A most peculiar man. He wears grass-green shorts and eats nothing but cabbage. He is a very ardent believer." "Eh bien, all progresses well -- I make you my compliments on the work you have done--all is now set for the Autumn Festival." V "Miss Carnaby -- just a moment." Mr. Cole clutched at Miss Carnaby, his eyes bright and feverish. "I have had a Vision--a most remarkable Vision. I really must tell you about it." Miss Carnaby sighed. She was rather afraid of Mr. Cole and his Visions. There were moments when she was decidedly of the opinion that Mr. Cole was mad. And she found these Visions of his some- LOH25 375 times very embarrassing. They recalled to her certain outspoken passages in that very modern German book on the Subconscious Mind which she had read before coming down to Devon. Mr. Cole, his eyes glistening, his lips twitching, began to talk excitedly. "I had been meditating -- reflecting on the Fullness of Life, on the Supreme Joy of Oneness -- and then, you know, my eyes were opened and I saw -- " Miss Carnaby br...
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