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"Most blasphemous, the whole thing!
This kind of religious hysteria is to be
deplored. I shall remain absolutely calm and
observe the reactions of other people. I will not be carried away -- I will not. ..."
The Great Shepherd had come to her.
She felt her arm taken, held, there was a
sharp, stinging pain like the prick of a
needle. The Shepherd's voice murmured:
"The Sacrament of Blood that brings
joy. . . ."
He passed on.
Presently there came a command.
"Unveil and enjoy the pleasures of the
The sun was just sinking. Miss Carnaby
looked round her. At one with the others, she moved slowly out of the Fold. She felt
suddenly uplifted, happy. She sank down
on a soft, grassy bank. Why had she ever
thought she was a lonely, unwanted, middleaged
woman? Life was wonderful--she
herself was wonderful! She had the power of
thought -- of dreaming. There was nothing that she could not accomplish!
A great rush of exhilaration surged
through her. She observed her fellow
devotees round her -- they seemed suddenly
to have grown to an immense
"Like trees walking ..." said Miss Carnaby
to herself reverently.
She lifted her hand. It was a purposeful
gesture -- with it she could command the
earth. Caesar, Napoleon, Hitler--poor, miserable, little fellows! They knew nothing
of what she, Amy Carnaby, could do! Tomorrow
she would arrange for World
Peace, for International Brotherhood.
There should be no more Wars -- no
more Poverty--no more Disease. She,
Amy Carnaby, would design a New World.
But there need be no hurry. Time was
infinite. . . . Minute succeeded minute, hour succeeded hour! Miss Carnaby's
limbs felt heavy, but her mind was delightfully
free. It could roam at will over the
whole universe. She slept--but even as
she slept she dreamt... . Great spaces . . .
vast buildings ... a new and wonderful world. . . .
Gradually the world shrank. Miss Carnaby
yawned. She moved her stiff limbs.
What had happened since yesterday ? Last
night she had dreamt. . .
There was a moon. By it. Miss Carnaby
could just distinguish the figures on her
watch. To her stupefaction the hands
pointed to a quarter to ten. The sun, as she
knew, had set at eight-ten. Only an hour
and thirty-five minutes ago? Impossible.
And yet -"Very remarkable,33 said Miss Carnaby
Hercule Poirot said:
"You must obey my instructions very
carefully. You understand ?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Poirot. You may rely on me."
"You have spoken of your intention to
benefit the cult?"
"Yes, Air. Poirot. I spoke to the Master
--excuse me, to Dr. Andersen myself. I
told him very emotionally what a wonderful
revelation the whole thing had been -- how I had come to scoff and remained to believe.
I -- really it seemed quite natural to say all
these things. Dr. Andersen, you know, has
a lot of magnetic charm."
"So I perceive," said Hercule Poirot
"His manner was most convincing. One
really feels he doesn't care about mo...
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