Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

Startled he raised his eyes on the opposite escalator

Info iconThis preview shows page 1. Sign up to view the full content.

View Full Document Right Arrow Icon
This is the end of the preview. Sign up to access the rest of the document.

Unformatted text preview: t; "For a very good reason. Rosenthal has never had the goblet in his possession!" "How do you know ?" "Recently there has been a merger of oil interests. RosenthaFs interests and 397 mine now coincide. We are allies and not enemies. I spoke to him frankly on the subject and he at once assured me that the cup had never been in his possession." "And you believe him ?" "Yes.33 Poirot said thoughtfully: "Then for nearly ten years you have been, as they say in this country, barking up the mistaken tree ?" The financier said bitterly: "Yes, that is exactly what I have been doing!" "And now -- it is all to start again from the beginning ?" The other nodded. "And that is where I come in ? I am the dog that you set upon the cold scent -- a very cold scent." Emery Power said dryly: "If the affair were easy it would not have been necessary for me to send for you. Of course, if you think it impossible -- " He had found the right word. Hercule Poirot drew himself up. He said coldly: "I do not recognise the word impossible, Monsieur! I ask myself only--is this 398 affair sufficiently interesting for me to undertake ?" Emery Power smiled again. He said: "It has this interest--you may name your own fee." The small man looked at the big man. He said softly: "Do you then desire this work of art so much ? Surely not!" Emery Power said: "Put it that I, like yourself, do not accept defeat." Hercule Poirot bowed his head. He said: "Yes -- put that way -- I understand. ..." II Inspector Wagstaffe was interested. "The Veratrino cup? Yes, I remember all about it. I was in charge of the business this end. I speak a bit of Italiano, you know, and I went over and had a powwow with the Macaronis. It's never turned up from that day to this. Funny thing, that." "What is your explanation? A private sale ?" Wagstaffe shook his head. 399 cc! doubt it. Of course it's remotely possible. . . . No, my explanation is a good deal simpler. The stuff was cached-and the only man who knew where it was is dead." "You mean Casey ?" "Yes. He may have cached it somewhere in Italy, or he may have succeeded in smuggling it out of the country. But he hid it and wherever he hid it, there it still is." Hercule Poirot sighed. "It is a romantic theory. Pearls stuffed into plaster casts--what is the story-the Bust of Napoleon, is it not ? But in this case it is not jewels -- it is a large, solid gold cup. Not so easy to hide that, one would think." Wagstaffe said vaguely: "Oh, I don't know. It could be done, I suppose. Under the floor-boards -- something of that kind." "Had Casey a house of his own ?" "Yes -- in Liverpool." He grinned. "It wasn't under the floor-boards there. We made sure of that." "What about his family ?" "Wife was a decent sort of...
View Full Document

This note was uploaded on 07/28/2011 for the course LITERATURE 101 taught by Professor Agathachristie during the Spring '11 term at Heritage.

Ask a homework question - tutors are online