Labours Of Hercules By Agatha Christie

What do you think yourself55 hercule poirot shook his

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Unformatted text preview: g. Lunch was served in a long room overlooking the valley far below. The solitary waiter, addressed as Gustave, was skilful and adroit. He darted here and there, advising on the menu, whipping out his wine list. The three horsy men sat at a table together. They laughed and talked in French, their voices rising. Good old Joseph!--What about the little Denise, mon vieux?--Do you remember that sacre pig of a horse that let us all down at Auteuil ? It was all very hearty, very much in 142 character—and incongruously out of place! The woman with the beautiful face sat alone at a table in the corner. She looked at no one. Afterwards, as Poirot was sitting in the lounge, the manager came to him and was confidential. Monsieur must not judge the hotel too hardly. It was out of the season. No one came here till the end of July. That lady, Monsieur had noticed her, perhaps? She came at this time every year. Her husband had been killed climbing three years ago. It was very sad. They had been very devoted. She came here always before the season commenced — so as to be quiet. It was a sacred pilgrimage. The elderly gentleman was a famous doctor. Dr. Karl Lutz, from Vienna. He had come here, so he said, for quiet and repose. "It is peaceful, yes,33 agreed Hercule Poirot. "And ces Messieurs there?" He indicated the three horsy men. "Do they also seek repose do you think ?" The manager shrugged his shoulders. Again there appeared in his eyes that worried look. He said vaguely: 143 "Ah, the tourists, they wish always a new experience . . . The altitude--that alone is a new sensation." It was not, Poirot thought, a very pleasant sensation. He was conscious of his own rapidly beating heart. The lines of a nursery rhyme ran idiotically through his mind. "Up above the world so high. Like a tea tray in the sky." Schwartz came into the lounge. His eyes brightened when he saw Poirot. He came over to him at once. "Pve been talking to that Doctor. He speaks English after a fashion. He's a Jew --been turned out of Austria by the Nazis. Say, I guess those people are just crazy! This Doctor Lutz was quite a big man, I gather -- nerve spet -- psychoanalysis -- that kind of stuff." His eyes went to where the tall woman was looking out of a window at remorseless mountains. He lowered his voice. cc! got her name from the waiter. She's a Madame Grandier. Her husband was killed climbing. That's why she comes here. I sort of feel, don't you, that we ought to do something about it -- try to take her out of herself?" 144 Hercule Poirot said: "If I were you I should not attempt it." But the friendliness of Mr. Schwartz was indefatigable. Poirot saw him make his overtures, saw the remorseless way in which they were rebuffed. The two stood together for a minute silhouetted against the light. The woman was taller than Schwartz. Her head was thrown back and her expression was cold and forbidding. He did not hear what she said, b...
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