Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

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Unformatted text preview: cant, vicious face. She called out: "I've got insects crawling all over me. ... I have. I swear I have. I'm going mad. . . . For God's sake, give me a shot of something." Dr. Stoddart stood by the bed, his tone was soothing -- professional. Hercule Poirot went quietly out of the room. There was another door opposite him. He opened that. It was a tiny room -- a mere slip of a room--plainly furnished. On the bed a slim, girlish figure lay motionless. Hercule Poirot tip-toed to the side of the bed and looked down upon the girl. Dark hair, a long, pale face--and-yes, young -- very young.... A gleam of white showed between the girl's lids. Her eyes opened, startled, frightened eyes. She stared, sat up, tossing her head in an effort to throw back the thick mane of blue-black hair. She looked 298 like a frightened filly—she shrank away a little—as a wild animal shrinks when it is suspicious of a stranger who offers it food. She said—and her voice was young and thin and abrupt: "Who the hell are you ?" "Do not be afraid. Mademoiselle." "Where's Dr. Stoddart ?" That young man came into the room at that minute. The girl said with a note of relief in her voice: "Oh! there you are! Who's this ?" "This is a friend of mine, Sheila. How are you feeling now ?" The girl said: "Awful. Lousy. . . . Why did I take that foul stuff?" Stoddart said dryly: "I shouldn't do it again, if I were you." "I — I shan't." Hercule Poirot said: "Who gave it to you ?" Her eyes widened, her upper lip twitched a little. She said: "It was here — at the party. We all tried it. It — it was wonderful at first." Hercule Poirot said gently: 299 "But who brought it here ?" She shook her head. "I don't know. ... It might have been Tony — Tony Hawker. But I don't really know anything about it." Poirot said gently: "Is it the first time you have taken cocaine. Mademoiselle ?" She nodded. "You'd better make it the last," said Stoddart brusquely. "Yes — I suppose so — but it was rather marvellous." "Now look here, Sheila Grant," said Stoddart. "I'm a doctor and I know what I'm talking about. Once start this drugtaking racket and you'll land yourself in unbelievable misery. I've seen some and I know. Drugs ruin people, body and soul. Drink's a gentle little picnic compared to drugs. Cut it right out from this minute. Believe me, it isn't funny! What do you think your father would say to tonight's business ?" "Father?" Sheila Grant's voice rose. "Father?" She began to laugh. "I can just see Father's face! He mustn't know about it. He'd have seven fits!" 300 "And quite right too," said Stoddart. "Doctor -- doctor -- " the long wail of Mrs. Grace's voice came from the other room. Stoddart muttered something uncomplimentary under his breath and went out of the room...
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