Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

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Unformatted text preview: ing him. "There is one thing that I wish you would give me. It is your mantle of invisibility that I need. In all these cases 5i nobody for a moment suspected that there was a second dog involved. Augustus possessed the lion's skin of invisibility.53 "Of course, M. Poirot, according to the legend, Pekinese were lions once. And they still have the hearts of lions!" "Augustus is, I suppose, the dog that was left to you by Lady Hartingfield and who is reported to have died? Were you never afraid of him coming home alone through the traffic ?" "Oh no, M. Poirot, Augustus is very clever about traffic. I have trained him most carefully. He has even grasped the principle of One Way Streets." "In that case," said Hercule Poirot, "he is superior to most human beings!" VIII Sir Joseph received Hercule Poirot in his study. He said: "Well, Mr. Poirot? Made your boast good ?" "Let me first ask you a question," said Poirot as he seated himself. "I know who the criminal is and I think it possible that I can produce sufficient evidence to convict this person. But in that case I doubt 52 if you will ever recover your money." "Not get back my money ?" Sir Joseph turned purple. Hercule Poirot went on: "But I am not a policeman. I am acting in this case solely in your interests. I could, I think, recover your money intact, if no proceedings were taken." "Eh?" said Sir Joseph. "That needs a bit of thinking about." "It is entirely for you to decide. Strictly speaking, I suppose you ought to prosecute in the public interest. Most people would say so." "I dare say they would," said Sir Joseph sharply. "It wouldn't be their money that had gone west. If there's one thing I hate it's to be swindled. Nobody's ever swindled me and got away with it." "Well then, what do you decide ?" Sir Joseph hit the table with his fist. "I'll have the brass! Nobody's going to say they got away with two hundred pounds of my money." Hercule Poirot rose, crossed to the writing-table, wrote out a cheque for two hundred pounds and handed it to the other man. 53 Sir Joseph said in a weak voice: "Well, I'm damned! Who the devil is this fellow ?" Poirot shook his head. "If you accept the money, there must be no questions asked." Sir Joseph folded up the cheque and put it in his pocket. "That's a pity. But the money's the thing. And what do I owe you, Mr. Poirot ?'5 "My fees will not be high. This was, as I said, a very unimportant matter.5' He paused--and added, "Nowadays nearly all my cases are murder cases. ..." Sir Joseph started slightly. "Must be interesting ?" he said. "Sometimes. Curiously enough, you recall to me one of my early cases in Belgium, many years ago--the chief protagonist was very like you in appearance. He was a wealthy soap manufacturer. He poisoned his wife in order to b...
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