Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

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Unformatted text preview: t, really, is why I came to you.35 "Yes ?" said Poirot. "You see, M. Poirot. I think that it is really not so much wickedness as a craving for excitement! My life has unfortunately been very humdrum. The--er--campaign of the Pekinese dogs, I sometimes feel, was the only time I really lived. Very reprehensible, of course, but, as my book says, one must not turn one's back on the truth. I came to you, M. Poirot, because I hoped it might be possible to -- to sublimate that craving for excitement by employing it, if I may put it that way, on the side of the angels." "Aha," said Poirot. "It is then as a colleague that you present yourself?" Miss Carnaby blushed. "It is very presumptuous of me, I know. But you were so kind -- " She stopped. Her eyes, faded blue eyes, had something in them of the pleading of a dog who hopes against hope that you will take him for a walk. 356 "It is an idea," said Hercule Poirot slowly. "I am, of course, not at all clever," explained Miss Camaby. "But my powers of -- of dissimulation are good. They have to be -- otherwise one would be discharged from the post of companion immediately. And I have always found that to appear even stupider than one is, occasionally has good results." Hercule Poirot laughed. He said: "You enchant me. Mademoiselle." "Oh dear, M. Poirot, what a very kind man you are. Then you do encourage me to hope ? As it happens, I have just received a small legacy -- a very small one, but it enables my sister and myself to keep and feed ourselves in a frugal manner so that I am not absolutely dependent on what I earn." "I must consider," said Poirot, "where your talents may best be employed. You have no idea yourself, I suppose ?" "You know, you must really be a thought reader, M. Poirot. I have been anxious lately about a friend of mine. I was going to consult you. Of course you may say it is all an old maid's fancy--just imagin357 ation. One is prone, perhaps to exaggerate, and to see design where there may be only coincidence." cc! do not think you would exaggerate, Miss Camaby. Tell me what is on your mind." ''Well, I have a friend, a very dear friend, though I have not seen very much of her of late years. Her name is Emmeline Clegg. She married a man in the North of England and he died a few years ago leaving her very comfortably off. She was unhappy and lonely after his death and I am afraid she is in some ways a rather foolish and perhaps credulous woman. Religion, M. Poirot, can be a great help and sustenance — but by that I mean orthodox religion." "You refer to the Greek Church?" asked Poirot. Miss Camaby looked shocked. "Oh no, indeed. Church of England. And though I do not approve of Roman Catholics, they are at least recognised. And the Wesleyans and Congregationalists — they are all well-known respectable bodies. What I am talking about are these...
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