Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

Poirot alas said poirot i have not that felicity hm

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Unformatted text preview: not a soul to be seen." "Perfectly. Continue." "Then, of course, Milly confessed what she'd done and I lost my temper a bit. However, I calmed down after a while — after all, the thing was done and you can't expect a woman to behave with any sense —and I daresay I should have let the whole thing go if it hadn't been for meeting old Samuelson at the Club." "Yes ?" "Damn it all, this thing must be a positive racket! Exactly the same thing had happened to him. Three hundred pounds 20 they'd rooked his wife of! Well, that was a bit too much. I decided the thing had got to be stopped. I sent for you." "But surely. Sir Joseph, the proper thing (and a very much more inexpensive thing) would have been to send for the police ?" Sir Joseph rubbed his nose. He said: "Are you married, Mr. Poirot ?" "Alas," said Poirot, "I have not that felicity." "H'm," said Sir Joseph. "Don't know about felicity, but if you were, you'd know that women are funny creatures. My wife went into hysterics at the mere mention of the police — she'd got it into her head that something would happen to her precious Shan Tung if I went to them. She wouldn't hear of the idea—and I may say she doesn't take very kindly to the idea of your being called in. But I stood firm there and at last she gave way. But, mind you, she doesn't like it." Hercule Poirot murmured: "The position is, I perceive, a delicate one. It would be as well, perhaps, if I were to interview Madame your wife and gain 21 further particulars from her whilst at the same time reassuring her as to the future safety of her dog ?53 Sir Joseph nodded and rose to his feet. He said: "I'll take you along in the car right away.33 II In a large, hot, ornately-furnished drawingroom two women were sitting. As Sir Joseph and Hercule Poirot entered, a small Pekinese dog rushed forward, barking furiously, and circling dangerously round Poirot's ankles. "Shan -- Shan, come here. Come here to mother, lovey-- Pick him up. Miss Carnaby." The second woman hurried forward and Hercule Poirot murmured: "A veritable lion, indeed." Rather breathlessly Shan Tung's captor agreed. "Yes, indeed, he's such a good watchdog. He's not frightened of anything or any one. There's a lovely boy, then.33 Having performed the necessary introduction, Sir Joseph said: "Well, Mr. Poirot, I'll leave you to get on 22 with it," and with a short nod he left the room. Lady Hoggin was a stout, petulantlooking woman with dyed henna red hair. Her companion, the fluttering Miss Carnaby, was a plump, amiable-looking creature between forty and fifty. She treated Lady Hoggin with great deference and was clearly frightened to death of her. Poirot said: "Now tell me. Lady Hoggin, the full circumstances of this abominable crime." Lady Hoggin flushed. "I'm very glad to hear you say that, Mr. Poirot. For it was a crime. Pekinese are terribly sensitive -- just as sensitive as childr...
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