Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

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Unformatted text preview: what happens ?" Hugh Chandler took a long breath. Then he said: "For one thing — I dream. And when I dream, I am mad. Last night, for instance — I wasn't a man any longer. I was first of all a bull — a mad bull — racing about in blazing sunlight — tasting dust and blood in my mouth — dust and blood. . . . And then I was a dog — a great slavering dog. I had hydrophobia—children scattered and fled as I came—men tried to shoot me — someone set down a great bowl of water for me and I couldn't drink. I couldn't drink. ..." He paused. "I woke up. And I knew it was true. I went over to the washstand. My mouth was parched—horribly 266 parched--and dry. I was thirsty. But I couldn't drink, M. Poirot. ... I couldn't swallow. . . . Oh, my God, / wasn't able to drink. ..." Hercule Poirot made a gentle murmur. Hugh Chandler went on. His hands were clenched on his knees. His face was thrust forward, his eyes were half closed as though he saw something coming towards him. "And there are things that aren't dreams. Things that I see when I'm wide awake. Spectres, frightful shapes. They leer at me. And sometimes I'm able to fly, to leave my bed, and fly through the air, to ride the winds -- and fiends bear me company!" "Tcha, tcha," said Hercule Poirot. It was a gentle, deprecating little noise. Hugh Chandler turned to him. "Oh, there isn't any doubt. It's in my blood. It's my family heritage. I can't escape. Thank God I found it out in time! Before I'd married Diana. Suppose we'd had a child and handed on this frightful thing to him!" He laid a hand on Poirot's arm. "You must make her understand. You must tell her. She's got to forget. She's got to. There will be someone else some267 day. There's young Steve Graham — he's crazy about her and he's an awfully good chap. She'd be happy with him — and safe. I want her — to be happy. Graham's hard up, of course, and so are her people, but when I'm gone they'll be all right.5' Hercule's voice interrupted him. "Why will they be ^11 right' when you are gone ?" Hugh Chandler smiled. It was a gentle, lovable smile. He said: "There's my mother's money. She was an heiress, you know. It came to me. I've left it all to Diana." Hercule Poirot sat back in his chair. He said: "Ah!" Then he said: "But you may live to be quite an old man, Mr. Chandler." Hugh Chandler shook his head. He said sharply: "No, M. Poirot. I am not going to live to be an old man.35 Then he drew back with a sudden shudder. "My God! Look!" He stared over Poirot's shoulder. c<'There—standing by you . . . it's a skeleton— its bones are 268 shaking. It's calling to me--beckoning-" His eyes, the pupils widely dilated, stared into the sunshine. He leaned suddenly sideways as though collapsing. Then, turning to Poirot, he said in an almost childlike voice: "You didn't see -- anything ?3' Slowly, Hercule Poirot shook his h...
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