Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

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Unformatted text preview: d that girl says. She's the kind of girl who's a born liar." Poirot murmured: "So actually, you remember quite a lot about her ?" Sanderfield said hastily: "Just an impression, that's all.. .. Don't even remember her name. Let me see, Marie something or other -- no, I'm afraid I can't help you to get hold of her. Sorry." Poirot said gently: "I have already got the name of Marie Hellin from the Thespian Theatre -- and 120 her address. But I am speaking. Sir George, of the maid who was with Mademoiselle Samoushenka before Marie Hellin. I am speaking ofNita Valetta." Sanderfield stared. He said: "Don't remember her at all. Marie's the only one I remember. Little dark girl with a nasty look in her eye." Poirot said: "The girl I mean was at your house Grasslawn last June." Sanderfield said sulkily: "Well, all I can say is I don't remember her. Don't believe she had a maid with her. I think you're making a mistake." Hercule Poirot shook his head. He did not think he was making a mistake. V Marie Hellin looked swiftly at Poirot out of small intelligent eyes and as swiftly looked away again. She said in smooth, even tones : "But I remember perfectly. Monsieur. I was engaged by Madame Samoushenka the last week in June. Her former maid had departed in a hurry." "Did you ever hear why that maid left ?" "She went--suddenly--that is all I 121 know! It may have been illness—something of that kind. Madame did not say." Poirot said: "Did you find your mistress easy to get on with ?" The girl shrugged her shoulders. "She had great moods. She wept and laughed in turns. Sometimes she was so despondent she would not speak or eat. Sometimes she was wildly gay. They are like that, these dancers. It is temperament." "And Sir George ?" The girl looked up alertly. An unpleasant gleam came into her eyes. "Ah, Sir George Sanderfield? You would like to know about him? Perhaps it is that you really want to know? The other was only an excuse, eh? Ah, Sir George, I could tell you some curious things about him, I could tell you — " Poirot interrupted: "It is not necessary." She stared at him, her mouth open. Angry disappointment showed in her eyes. VI "I always say you know everything, Alexis Pavlovitch." 122 Hercule Poirot murmured the words with his most flattering intonation. He was reflecting to himself that this third Labour of Hercules had necessitated more travelling and more interviews than could have been imagined possible. This little matter of a missing lady's-maid was proving one of the longest and most difficult problems he had ever tackled. Every clue, when examined, led exactly nowhere. It had brought him this evening to the Samovar Restaurant in Paris whose proprietor, Count Alexis Pavlovitch, prided himself on knowing everything that went on in the artistic world. He nodded now complacently: "Yes, yes, my friend, I know -- I always know. You ask me where she is gone-the litt...
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