Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

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Unformatted text preview: Chandler saw it. Saw it years ago—and learnt the truth from his wife. I think she was afraid of him—he'd begun to show her the mad streak — that was what drove her into your arms — you whom she had always loved. Charles Chandler planned his revenge. His wife died in a boating accident. He and she were out in the boat alone and he knows how that accident came about. Then he settled down to feed his concentrated hatred against the boy who bore his name but who was not his son. Your Indian stories put the idea of datura poisoning into his head. Hugh should be slowly driven mad. Driven to the stage where he would take his own life in despair. The blood lust was Admiral Chandler's, not Hugh's. It was Charles Chandler who was driven to cut the throats of sheep in lonely fields. But it was Hugh who was to pay the penalty! "Do you know when I suspected? When Admiral Chandler was so averse to his son seeing a doctor. For Hugh to object was natural enough. But the father! There might be treatment which would save his son — there were a hundred reasons why he should seek to have a 289 doctor's opinion. But no, a doctor must not be allowed to see Hugh Chandler — in case a doctor should discover that Hugh was sane\" Hugh said very quietly: "Sane . . . I am sane?33 He took a step towards Diana. Frobisher said in a gruff voice: "You're sane enough. There's no taint in our family." Diana said: "Hugh..." Admiral Chandler picked up Hugh's gun. He said: "All a lot of nonsense! Think I'll go and see if I can get a rabbit — " Frobisher started forward, but the hand of Hercule Poirot restrained him. Poirot said: "You said yourself — just now — that it was the best way. ..." Hugh and Diana had gone from the room. The two men, the Englishman and the Belgian, watched the last of the Chandlers cross the Park and go up into the woods. Presently, they heard a shot. . . . 290 8 THE HORSES OF DIOMEDES THE telephone rang. "Hallo, Poirot, is that you ?" Hercule Poirot recognised the voice as that of young Dr. Stoddart. He liked Michael Stoddart, liked the shy friendliness of his grin, was amused by his naive interest in crime, and respected him as a hard-working and shrewd man in his chosen profession. "I don't like bothering you --" the voice went on and hesitated. "But something is bothering you^ suggested Hercule Poirot acutely. "Exactly." Michael Stoddart's voice sounded relieved. "Hit it in one!" "Eh bien, what can I do for you, my friend ?" Stoddart sounded diffident. He stammered a little when he answered. 291 "I suppose it would be awful c-c-cheek if I asked you to come round at this time of night.... B-b-but I'm in a bit of a jj-jam." "Certainly I will come. To your house ?" "No -- as a matter of fact I'm at the Mews that runs along behind. Conningby Mews. The number is 17. Could you really come? Pd be no end grateful." "I arrive immediately," replied Hercule Poirot. II Hercule Poirot walked along the da...
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