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asked, "What did you think of him. Midge?" "I?" Midge reflected. She said at last,rather surprised at her own words, "I think I respected him." "Respected him?For what?" "Well, he knew his job." "You're thinking of him as a doctor?""Yes." There was no time for more. Henrietta was driving Midge back to Londonin her car. Edward was returning to lunch at The Hollow and going up by theafternoon train with David. He said vaguely to Midge, "You must come out and lunchone day?" and Midge said that that would be very nice but that she couldn't take morethan an hour off. Edward gave her his charming smile and said: "Oh, it's a specialoccasion. I'm sure they'll understand." Then he moved towards Henrietta. "I'llring you up, Henrietta." "Yes, do, Edward. But I may be out a good deal.""Out?" She gave him a quick mocking smile. "Drowning my sorrow. You don'texpect me to sit at home and mope, do you?" He said slowly, "I don't understand younowadays, Henrietta. You are quite different."Her face softened. She said unexpectedly, "Darling Edward," and gave his arm a quicksqueeze. Then she turned to Lucy Angkatell.
has managed to keep its distance, although we've been going over sixty." Midge turneda startled face to her. "Do you mean that--" Henrietta nodded. "The police, Ibelieve, have special engines in very ordinary-looking cars." Midge said:"You mean they're still keeping an eye on us all?" "It seems rather obvious."Midge shivered. "Henrietta, can you understand the meaning of this second gunbusiness?" "No, it lets Gerda out. But beyond that it just doesn't seem to add up toanything." "But, if it was one of Henry's guns--" "We don't know that it was. Ithasn't been found yet, remember." 11 ^ "No, that's true. It could be someoneoutside altogether. Do you know who I'd like to think killed John, Henrietta? Thatwoman." "Veronica Cray?" "Yes."Henrietta said nothing. She drove on with her eyes fixed sternly on the road ahead ofher. "Don't you think it's possible?" persisted Midge. "Possible, yes," saidHenrietta slowly. "Then you don't think—" "It's no good thinking a thing becauseyou want to think it. It's the perfect solution— letting all of us out!" "Us?But—" "We're in it—all of us. Even you. Midge darling—though they'd be hardput to it to find a motive for your shooting John! Of course, I'd like it to beVeronica. Nothing would please me better than to see her giving a lovelyperformance, as Lucy would put it,in the dock!" Midge shot a quick look at her. "Tell me, Henrietta, does it allmake you feel vindictive?" "You mean"—Henrietta paused a moment—"becauseI loved John?" "Yes." As she spoke. Midge realized with a slight sense ofshock that this was the first time the bald fact had been put into words. It had beenaccepted by them all, by Lucy and Henry, by Midge, by Edward even, thatHenrietta loved John Christow, but nobody had ever so much as hinted at the fact inwords before. There was a pause whilst Henrietta seemed to be thinking. Then shesaid in a thoughtful voice:"I can't explain to you what I feel. Perhaps I don't know myself." They weredriving now over Albert Bridge. Henrietta said: "You'd better come to thestudio, Midge. We'll have tea and I'll drive you to your digs afterwards." Herein London the short afternoon light was already fading. They drew up at the studiodoor and Henrietta put her key into the door. She went in and switched on the light."It's chilly," she said. "We'd better light the gas fire. Oh, bother—I meant to getsome matches on the way." "Won't a lighter do?""Mine's no good and anyway it's difficult to light a gas fire with one. Make yourselfat home. There's an old blind man stands on the corner. I usually get my matches offhim. I shan't be a minute or two." Left alone in the studio. Midge wanderedround, looking at Henrietta's work. It gave her an eerie feeling to be sharing the emptystudio with these creations of wood and | bronze. There was a bronze head withhigh cheekbones and a tin hat, possibly a Red Army soldier, and there was an airystructure of twisted, ribbon-like aluminum which intrigued her a good deal. Therewas a vast static frog in pinkish granite, and at the end of the studio she came to an
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couldn't think of how to make thing
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wouldn't be called for hours. She w
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wasn't going to give it back!" "No,
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it, yes--but she'd got something el
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Chapter IIIjohn christow sat in his
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"You are always willing to say anyt
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oom. A tiresome woman, a woman with
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Gerda shook her head.Carve the mutt
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was able to laugh at him . . .He wa
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esentment became subordinated to hi
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Angkatells were always so far ahead
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unfair. Henrietta seldom talked of
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Chapter VImidge hardcastle came dow
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if Lucy does them. What is it, I wo
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you've been there." "I know. ..." W
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Chapter VIIAs they got into the car
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point of changing up just when you'
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firing revolvers. Henry Angkatell's
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Henry? How do you know what they fe
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have assured success.It worried Hen
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Chapter IXjohn christow came out fr
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Angkatell. And to Lucy Angkatell, t
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giving much more poignancy to her e
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go to Henrietta and tell her-- He l
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the Angkatells to invite guests for
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her fingers. She was standing by th
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glasses and a decanter of sherry. "
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Page 59 and 60: and quiet pessimism. "Never like th
Page 61 and 62: Chapter XIIIthey had the cold ducks
Page 63 and 64: said Henrietta thoughtfully. "I sup
Page 65 and 66: of relief from tension. Midge said,
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Page 75 and 76: and Lady Angkatell are important--t
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Page 79 and 80: instrument to him. "Hullo, Grange h
Page 81 and 82: The thing was remarkable--and beyon
Page 83 and 84: Chapter XVIIIhercule poirot looked
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Page 87 and 88: had 10the toothache."Henrietta said
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Page 105 and 106: She accepted the homage smilingly,
Page 107: Chapter XXIIIthe inquest was over.
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Page 119 and 120: complex--that is to say, we were co
Page 121 and 122: He said, "The adjourned inquest's t
Page 123 and 124: it." Grange stared at him. He said:
Page 125 and 126: Angkatell, clasping Gerda's hand, m
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Page 129 and 130: Chapter XXVIIImidge, lying dry eyed
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Page 133 and 134: Chapter XXIXgerda rolled over to th
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