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Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

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Unformatted text preview: nderground cellar with the temperature of 71 Fahrenheit, and your nose it is hot and shines, but you do not powder it, and the lipstick you put it on your mouth without interest, without emphasising the curve of the lips! You are a woman, but you do not draw attention to the fact of being a woman. And I say to you ^Why not y It is a pity!" For a moment he had the satisfaction of seeing Alice Cunningham look human. He even saw a spark of anger in her eyes. Then she regained her attitude of smiling contempt. "My dear M. Poirot," she said, "I'm afraid you're out of touch with the modem ideology. It is fundamentals that matter -not the trappings.55 She looked up as a dark and very beautiful young man came towards them. "This is a most interesting type," she murmured with zest. "Paul Varesco! Lives on women and has strange depraved cravings! I want him to tell me more 438 about a nursery governess who looked after him when he was three years old." A moment or two later she was dancing with the young man. He danced divinely. As they drifted near Poirot's table, Poirot heard her say: "And after the summer at Bognor she gave you a toy crane ? A crane — yes, that's very suggestive." For a moment Poirot allowed himself to toy with the speculation that Miss Cunningham's interest in criminal types might lead one day to her mutilated body being found in a lonely wood. He did not like Alice Cunningham, but he was honest enough to realise that the reason for his dislike was the fact that she was so palpably unimpressed by Hercule Poirot! His vanity suffered! Then he saw something that momentarily put Alice Cunningham out of his head. At a table on the opposite side of the floor sat a fair-haired young man. He wore evening dress, his whole demeanour was that of one who lives a life of ease and pleasure. Opposite him sat the right kind of expensive girl. He was gazing at her in a fatuous and foolish manner. Any one seeing them might have murmured: "The LOH29 439 idle rich!" Nevertheless Poirot knew very well that the young man was neither rich nor idle. He was, in fact. Detective Inspector Charles Stevens, and it seemed probable to Poirot that Detective Inspector Stevens was here on business. . . . On the following morning Poirot paid a visit to Scotland Yard to his old friend Chief Inspector Japp. Japp's reception of his tentative inquiries was unexpected. "You old fox!" said Japp affectionately. "How you get on to these things beats me!" "But I assure you I know nothing-nothing at all! It is just idle curiosity." Japp said that Poirot could tell that to the Marines! "You want to know all about this place Hell ? Well, on the surface it's just another of these things. It's caught on! They must be making a lot of money, though of course the expenses are pretty high. There's a Russian woman ostensibly running it, calls herself the Countess Something or other -- " &...
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