Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

She sat down opposite him she said quietly you have

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Unformatted text preview: le home life, of his fondness for gardening. Corresponding to Baldwin's pipe and Chamberlain^s umbrella, there was John Hammett's raincoat. He always carried it -- a weatherworn garment. It stood as a symbol -- of the English climate, of the prudent forethought of the English race, of their attachment to old possessions. Moreover, in his bluff British way, John Hammett was an orator. His speeches, quietly and earnestly delivered, contained those simple sentimental cliches which are so deeply rooted in the English heart. Foreigners sometimes criticise them as being both hypocritical and unbearably noble. John Hammett did not in the least mind being noble -- in a sporting, public school, deprecating fashion. Moreover, he was a man of fine presence, tall, upstanding, with fair colouring and very bright blue eyes. His mother had been a Dane and he himself had been for many years First Lord of the Admiralty, which gave rise to his nickname of "the 176 Viking". When at last ill-health forced him to give up the reins of office, deep uneasiness was felt. Who would succeed him ? The brilliant Lord Charles Delafield? (Too brilliant--England didn't need brilliance.) Evan Whittler ? (Clever -- but perhaps a little unscrupulous.) John Potter ? (The sort of man who might fancy himself as Dictator -- and we didn't want any dictators in this country, thank you very much.) So a sigh of relief went up when the quiet Edward Ferrier assumed office. Ferrier was all right. He had been trained by the Old Man, he had married the Old Man's daughter. In the classic British phrase, Ferrier would "carry on". Hercule Poirot studied the quiet darkfaced man with the low pleasant voice. Lean and dark and tired-looking. Edward Ferrier was saying: "Perhaps, M. Poirot, you are acquainted with a weekly periodical called the X-ray News ?" "I have glanced at it," admitted Poirot, blushing slightly. The Prime Minister said: "Then you know more or less of what it consists. Semi-libellous matter. Snappy fti 177 paragraphs hinting at sensational secret history. Some of them true, some of them harmless -- but all served up in a spicy manner. Occasionally -- " He paused and then said, his voice altering a little: "Occasionally something more." Hercule Poirot did not speak. Ferrier went on: 'Tor two weeks now there have been hints of impending disclosures of a firstclass scandal in 'the highest political circles'. 'Astonishing revelations of corruption and jobbery.'" Hercule Poirot said, shrugging his shoulders: "A common trick. When the actual revelations come they usually disappoint the cravers after sensation badly.35 Ferrier said dryly: "These will not disappoint them." Hercule Poirot asked: "You know then, what these revelations are going to be ?" "With a fair amount of accuracy." Edward Ferrier paused a minute, then he began speaking. Carefully, methodically, he outlined the story. 178 It was not an edifying...
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