Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

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Unformatted text preview: ll rather peculiar, so to speak." Hercule Poirot stared at him. Then he indicated a chair. ^Eh bien, then, sit down — what is your name ?" "Williamson, sir, Ted Williamson." "Sit down, Ted. And tell me all about it." "Thank you, sir." He drew forward the 108 chair and sat down carefully on the edge of it. His eyes had still that appealing doglike look. Hercule Poirot said gently: "Tell me." Ted Williamson drew a deep breath. "Well, you see, sir, it was like this. I never saw her but the once. And I don't know her right name nor anything. But it's queer like, the whole thing, and my letter coming back and everything." "Start," said Hercule Poirot, "at the beginning. Do not hurry yourself. Just tell me everything that occurred." "Yes, sir. Well, perhaps you know Grasslawn, sir, that big house down by the river past the bridge ?" "I know nothing at all." "Belongs to Sir George Sanderfield, it does. He uses it in the summer-time for weekends and parties — rather a gay lot he has down as a rule. Actresses and that. Well, it was last June — and the wireless was out of order and they sent me up to see to it." Poirot nodded. "So I went along. The gentleman was out on the river with his guests and the 109 cook was out and his manservant had gone along to serve the drinks and all that on the launch. There was only this girl in the house — she was the lady's-maid to one of the guests. She let me in and showed me where the set was, and stayed there while I was working on it. And so we got to talking and all that. . . Nita her name was, so she told me, and she was lady's-maid to a Russian dancer who was staying there." "What nationality was she, English ?" "No, sir, she'd be French, I think. She'd a funny sort of accent. But she spoke English all right. She—she was friendly and after a bit I asked her if she could come out that night and go to the pictures, but she said her lady would be needing her. But then she said as how she could get off early in the afternoon because as how they wasn't going to be back off the river till late. So the long and the short of it was that I took the afternoon off without asking (and nearly got the sack for it too) and we went for a walk along by the river." He paused. A little smile hovered on his lips. His eyes were dreamy. Poirot said gently: no "And she was pretty, yes ?" "She was just the loveliest thing you ever saw. Her hair was like gold — it went up each side like wings — and she had a gay kind of way of tripping along. I — I — well, I fell for her right away, sir. I'm not pretending anything else." Poirot nodded. The young man went on: "She said as how her lady would be coming down again in a fortnight and we fixed up to meet again then." He paused. "But she never came. I waited for her at the spot she'd said, but not a sign o...
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