Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

Harold hesitated a minute then he came up to her he

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Unformatted text preview: and it appeals far more than any mere political chicanery or fraud. "Eh bien^ that was my task! First to put my own hands in the mud like Hercules to build up a dam that should turn the course of that river. A journalistic friend of mine aided me. He searched Denmark until he found a suitable person to attempt the impersonation. He approached her, casually mentioned the X-ray News to her, hoping she would remember it. She did. "And so, what happened? Mud--a great deal of mud! Caesar's wife is bespattered with it. Far more interesting to everybody than any political scandal. And the result--the denouement? Why, Reaction I Virtue vindicated! The pure woman cleared! A great tide of Romance and Sentiment sweeping through the Augean Stables. "If all the newspapers in the country publish the news of John Hammett's defalcations now, no one will believe it. It will be put down as another political plot to discredit the Government." Edward Ferrier took a deep breath. For a moment Hercule Poirot came nearer to 204 being physically assaulted than at any other time in his career. "My wife! You dared to use her -- 33 Fortunately, perhaps, Mrs. Ferrier herself entered the room at this moment. "Well,33 she said. "That went off very well.33 "Dagmar, did you -- know all along ?33 "Of course, dear,33 said Dagmar Ferrier. And she smiled, the gentle, maternal smile of a devoted wife. "And you never told me!33 "But, Edward, you would never have let M. Poirot do it.33 "Indeed I would not!33 Dagmar smiled. "That's what we thought.33 "We ?33 "I and M. Poirot.33 She smiled at Hercule Poirot and at her husband. She added: "I had a very restful time with the dear Bishop -- I feel full of energy now. They want me to christen the new battleship at Liverpool next month -- I think it would be a popular thing to do.33 205 6 THE STYMPHALEAN BIRDS AROLD WARING noticed Them first walking up the path from the lake. He was sitting outside the hotel on the terrace. The day was fine, the lake was blue, and the sun shone. Harold was smoking a pipe and feeling that the world was a pretty good place. H His political career was shaping well. An under-secretaryship at the age of thirty was something to be justly proud of. It had been reported that the Prime Minister had said to someone that "young Waring would go far". Harold was, not unnaturally, elated. Life presented itself to him in rosy colours. He was young, sufficiently goodlooking, in first-class condition, and quite unencumbered with romantic ties. He had decided to take a holiday in Herzoslovakia so as to get right off the 206 beaten track and have a real rest from everyone and everything. The hotel at Lake Stempka, though small, was comfortable and not overcrowded. The few people there were mostly foreigners. So far the only other English people were an elderly woman, Mrs. Rice, and her married daughter, Mrs. Clayton. Harold liked them both. Elsie Clayton was pretty in a rather oldfashioned style. S?he made up very...
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