Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

After all what could he expect this is a hotel of

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Unformatted text preview: is ledge of snow high above the world, then it also follows that Marrascaud himself is here already, since communications are now cut.3' Drouet said quietly: "I know." Both men were silent for a minute or two. Then Poirot asked: "Dr. Lutz! Can he be Marrascaud?" Drouet shook his head. "I do not think so. There is a real Dr. Lutz -- I have seen his pictures in the papers -- a distinguished and well-known man. This man resembles these photographs closely." Poirot murmured: "If Marrascaud is an artist in disguise, he might play the part successfully." 148 "Yes, but is he ? I never heard of him as an expert in disguise. He has not the guile and cunning of the serpent. He is a wild boar, ferocious, terrible, who charges in blind fury." Poirot said: "All the same. . . ." Drouet agreed quickly. "Ah yes, he is a fugitive from justice. Therefore he is forced to dissemble. So he may—in fact he must be—more or less disguised." "You have his description ?" The other shrugged his shoulders. "Roughly only. The official Bertillon photograph and measurements were to have been sent up to me today. I know only that he is a man of thirty odd, of a little over medium height and of dark complexion. No distinguishing marks." Poirot shrugged his shoulders. "That could apply to anybody. What about the American, Schwartz ?35 "I was going to ask you that. You have spoken with him, and you have lived, I think, much with the English and the Americans. To a casual glance he appears to be the normal travelling American. His 149 passport is in order. It is perhaps strange that he should elect to come here--but Americans when travelling are quite incalculable. What do you think yourself?55 Hercule Poirot shook his head in perplexity. He said: "On the surface, at any rate, he appears to be a harmless slightly over-friendly, man. He might be a bore, but it seems difficult to regard him as a danger." He went on: "But there are three more visitors here." The Inspector nodded, his face suddenly eager. "Yes, and they are the type we are looking for. I'll take my oath, M. Poirot, that those three men are at any rate members of Marrascaud's gang. They're racecourse toughs if I ever saw them! and one of the three may be Marrascaud himself." Hercule Poirot reflected. He recalled the three faces. One was a broad face with overhanging brows and a fat jowl -- a hoggish, bestial face. One was lean and thin with a sharp narrow face and cold eyes. The third man was a pasty-faced fellow with a slight dandiacal air. 150 FR1;Yes, one of the three might well be Marrascaud, but if so, the question came insistently, why\ Why should Marrascaud and two members of his gang journey together and ascend into a rat-trap on a mountain side ? A meeting surely could be arranged in safer and less fantastic surroundings -- in a cafe -- in a railway station -- in a crowded cinema -- in a public park -- somewhere...
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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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