Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

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Unformatted text preview: as and you can't go wrong." Hercule Poirot regarded him with a strange reverence. He said, and his voice trembled: "Mon Dieu, it is an omen!" VI It was some hours later. The moon showed from time to time, peeping out coquettishly from behind the clouds. Poirot and his new friend had walked some miles. The former was limping. The idea crossed his mind that there were, after all, other shoes -- more suitable to country walking than patent-leather. Actually George had respectfully conveyed as much. "A nice pair of brogues," was what George had said. Hercule Poirot had not cared for the idea. He liked his feet to look neat and well-shod. But now, tramping along this stony path, he realised that there were other shoes. . . . His companion said suddenly: "Is it the way the Priest would be after me for this? I'll not have a mortal sin upon my conscience." 410 Hercule Poirot said: "You are only restoring to Caesar the things which are Caesar's." They had come to the wall of the Convent. Atlas prepared to do his part. A groan burst from him and he exclaimed in low, poignant tones that he was destroyed entirely! Hercule Poirot spoke with authority. "Be quiet. It is not the weight of the world that you have to support -- only the weight of Hercule Poirot." VII Atlas was turning over two new five pound notes. He said hopefully: "Maybe I'll not remember in the morning the way I earned this. I'm after worrying that Father O'Reilly will be after me." "Forget everything, my friend. Tomorrow the world is yours." Atlas murmured: "And what'll I put it on? There's Working Lad, he's a grand horse, a lovely horse he is! And there's Sheila Boyne. 7 to i I'd get on her." He paused: 411 "Was it my fancy now or did I hear you mention the name of a heathen god? Hercules, you said, and glory be to God, there's a Hercules running in the threethirty tomorrow." "My friend," said Hercule Poirot, "put your money on that horse. I tell you this, Hercules cannot fail." And it is certainly true that on the following day Mr. Rosslyn's Hercules very unexpectedly won the Boynan Stakes, starting price 60 to i. VIII Deftly Hercule Poirot unwrapped the neatly done-up parcel. First the brown paper, then the wadding, lastly the tissue paper. On the desk in front of Emery Power he placed a gleaming golden cup. Chased on it was a tree bearing apples of green emeralds. The financier drew a deep breath. He said: "I congratulate you, M. Poirot." Hercule Poirot bowed. Emery Power stretched out a hand. He touched the rim of the goblet, drawing his 412 finger round it. He said in a deep voice: "Mine!" Hercule Poirot agreed. "Yours!" The other gave a sigh. He leaned back in his chair. He said in a businesslike voice: "Where did you find it ?" Hercule Poirot said: "I found it on an altar." Emery Power stared. Poirot went on: "Casey's daughter was...
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This note was uploaded on 07/28/2011 for the course LITERATURE 101 taught by Professor Agathachristie during the Spring '11 term at Heritage.

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