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POSTERN OF FATE Agatha Christie

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Tommy put the brass lamp into the car, murmuring it was rather heavy.<br />

Tuppence drove off in the car. Having seen her turn the corner,<br />

Tommy attached the lead to Hannibal's collar and took him down the<br />

street. Then he turned up the lane towards the church, and removed<br />

Hannibal's lead since very little traffic came up this particular road.<br />

Hannibal acknowledged the privilege by grunting and sniffing in<br />

various tufts of grass with which the pavement next to the wall was<br />

adorned. If he could have used human language it was clear that what<br />

he would have said was: 'Delicious! Very rich. Big dog here. Believe<br />

it's that beastly Alsatian.' Low growl. 'I don't like Alsatians. If I see the<br />

one again that bit me once I'll bite him. Ah! Delicious, delicious. Very<br />

nice little bitch here. Yes - yes - I'd like to meet her. I wonder if she<br />

lives far away. Expect she comes out of this house. I wonder now.'<br />

'Come out of that gate, now,' said Tommy. 'Don't go into a house that<br />

isn't yours.'<br />

Hannibal pretended not to hear.<br />

'Hannibal!'<br />

Hannibal redoubled his speed and turned a corner which led toward<br />

the kitchen.<br />

'Hannibal!' shouted Tommy. 'Do you hear me?'<br />

'Hear you, Master?' said Hannibal. 'Were you calling me? Oh yes, of<br />

course.'

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