Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

33 harold said slowly do you know i believe youre

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Unformatted text preview: at all. I'm an awful coward. That's partly the trouble with Philip. I'm terrified of him — absolutely terrified — when he gets in one of his rages." Harold said with feeling: "You ought to leave him!" "I daren't. He — he wouldn't let me." 216 ' "Nonsense! What about a divorce ?" She shook her head slowly. "I've no grounds." She straightened her shoulders. "No, I've got to carry on. I spend a fair amount of time with Mother, you know. Philip doesn't mind that. Especially when we go somewhere off the beaten track like this." She added, the colour rising in her cheeks, "You see, part of the trouble is that he's insanely jealous. If--if I so much as speak to another man he makes the most frightful scenes." Harold's indignation rose. He had heard many women complain of the jealousy of a husband, and whilst professing sympathy, had been secretly of the opinion that the husband was amply justified. But Elsie Clayton was one of those women. She had never thrown him so much as a flirtatious glance. Elsie drew away from him with a slight shiver. She glanced up at the sky. "The sun's gone in. It's quite cold. We'd better get back to the hotel. It must be nearly lunch time." They got up and turned in the direction of the hotel. They had walked for perhaps 217 a minute when they overtook a figure going in the same direction. They recognised her by the napping cloak she wore. It was one of the Polish sisters. They passed her, Harold bowing slightly. She made no response but her eyes rested on them both for a minute and there was a certain appraising quality in the glance which made Harold feel suddenly hot. He wondered if the woman had seen him sitting by Elsie on the tree trunk. If so, she probably thought... Well, she looked as though she thought. ... A wave of indignation overwhelmed him! What foul minds some women had! Odd that the sun had gone in and that they should both have shivered -- perhaps just at the moment that that woman was watching them.... Somehow, Harold felt a little uneasy. IV That evening, Harold went to his room a little after ten. The English mail had arrived and he had received a number of letters, some of which needed immediate answers. He got into his pyjamas and a dressing218 gown and sat down at the desk to deal with his correspondence. He had written three letters and was just starting on the fourth when the door was suddenly flung open and Elsie Clayton staggered into the room. Harold jumped up, startled. Elsie had pushed the door to behind her and was standing clutching at the chest of drawers. Her breath was coming in great gasps, her face was the colour of chalk. She looked frightened to death. She gasped out: "It's my husband! He arrived unexpectedly. I — I think he'll kill me. He's mad — quite mad. I came to you. Don't — don't let him find me." She took a step or two forward, swaying so much that she almost fell. Harold put out an arm to support her. As he did so, the door was flung open and a ma...
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