Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

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Unformatted text preview: f her, and at last I made bold to go up to the house and ask for her. The Russian lady was staying there all right and her maid too, they said. Sent for her, they did, but when she came, why, it wasn't Nita at all! Just a dark catty-looking girl— a bold lot if there ever was one. Marie, they called her. 'You want to see me?' she says, simpering all over. She must have seen I was took aback. I said was she the Russian lady's-maid and something about her not being the one I'd seen before, and then she laughed and said that the last maid had been sent away sudden. 'Sent away?' I said. 'What for?' She sort of _ in shrugged her shoulders and stretched out her hands. 'How should I know?' she said.(! was not there.' "Well, sir, it took me aback. At the moment I couldn't think of anything to say. But afterwards I plucked up courage and I got to see this Marie again and asked her to get me Nita's address. I didn't let on to her that I didn't even know Nita's last name. I promised her a present if she did what I asked—she was the kind as wouldn't do anything for you for nothing. Well, she got it all right for me—an address in North London, it was, and I wrote to Nita there—but the letter came back after a bit — sent back through the post office with no longer at this address scrawled on it." Ted Williamson stopped. His eyes, those deep blue steady eyes, looked across atPoirot. He said: "You see how it is, sir ? It's not a case for the police. But I want to find her. And I don't know how to set about it. If— if you could find her for me." His colour deepened. "I've — I've a bit put by. I could manage five pounds — or even ten." Poirot said gently: 112 SLW "We need not discuss the financial side for the moment. First reflect on this point —this girl, this Nita—she knew your name and where you worked ?" "Oh yes, sir." "She could have communicated with you if she had wanted to ?" Ted said more slowly: "Yes, sir." "Then do you not think — perhaps — " Ted Williamson interrupted him. "What you're meaning, sir, is that I fell for her but she didn't fall for me ? Maybe that's true in a way.... But she liked me — she did like me — it wasn't just a bit of fun to her. . . . And I've been thinking, sir, as there might be a reason for all this. You see, sir, it was a funny crowd she was mixed up in. She might be in a bit of trouble, if you know what I mean." "You mean she might have been going to have a child ? Your child ?" ''N01 mine, sir." Ted flushed. "There wasn't nothing wrong between us." Poirot looked at him thoughtfully. He murmured: "And if what you suggest is true — you still want to find her ?" ll3 The colour surged up in Ted Williamson's face. He said: "Yes, I do, and that's flat! I want to marry her if she'll have me. And that's no matter what kind of a jam she's in! If you'll only try and find her fo...
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This note was uploaded on 07/28/2011 for the course LITERATURE 101 taught by Professor Agathachristie during the Spring '11 term at Heritage.

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