asymmetrical to appeal to him. He did notcare much for trees at any time--they hadthat untidy habit of shedding their leaves! He could endure poplars and he approvedof a monkey puzzle--but this riot of beech and oak left him unmoved. Such a landscapewas best enjoyed from a car on a fine afternoon. You exclaimed, "Quel beau pay sage!"and drove back to a good hotel. <strong>The</strong> best thing about Resthaven, he considered, was thesmall vegetable garden neatly laid out in rows by his Belgian gardener, Victor.Meanwhile, Francoise, Victor's wife, devoted herself with tenderness to the care ofher employer's stomach. Hercule Poirot passed through the gate, sighed, glanced downonce more at his shining black shoes, adjusted his pale grey Hornburg hat, andlooked up and down the road. He shivered slightly at the aspect of Dovecotes.Dovecotes and Resthaven hadbeen erected by rival builders, each of whom had acquired a small piece of land.Further enterprise on their part had been swiftly curtailed by a National Trust forpreserving the beauties of the countryside. <strong>The</strong> two houses remainedrepresentative of two schools of thought. Resthaven was a box with a roof, severelymodern and a little dull. Dovecotes was a riot of half-timbering and Olde Worldepacked into as small a space as possible. Hercule Poirot debated within himself asto how he should approach <strong>The</strong> <strong>Hollow</strong>. <strong>The</strong>re was, he knew, a little higher up thelane, a small gate and a path. This, the unofficial way, would save a half mile detourby the road. Nevertheless, Hercule Poirot, a stickler for etiquette, decided to take thelonger way round and approach the house correctly by the front entrance.This was his first visit to Sir Henry and Lady Angkatell. One should not, heconsidered, take short cuts uninvited, especially when one was the guest of people ofsocial importance. He was, it must be admitted, pleased by their invitation. "Jesuis un peu snob," he murmured to himself. He had retained an agreeableimpression of the Angkatells from the time in Baghdad, particularly of LadyAngkatell. "Une originate!" he thought to himself. His estimation of the time requiredfor walking to <strong>The</strong> <strong>Hollow</strong> by road was accurate. It was exactly one minute to onewhen he rang the front door bell. He was glad to have arrived and felt slightlytired. He was not fond of walking. <strong>The</strong> door was opened by the magnificentGudgeon of whom Poirot approved. His reception, however, wasnot quite as he had hoped. "Her ladyship is in the pavilion by the swimmingpool, sir. Will you come this way?" <strong>The</strong> passion of the English for sitting out ofdoors irritated Hercule Poirot. Though one had to put up with this whimsy in theheight of Summer, surely, Poirot thought, one should be safe from it by the end ofSeptember! <strong>The</strong> day was mild, certainly, but it had, as Autumn days always had, acertain dampness. How infinitely pleasanter to have been ushered into acomfortable drawingroom with, perhaps, a small fire in the grate. But no, here hewas being led out through French windows across a slope of lawn, past a rockeryand then, through a small gate andalong a narrow track between closely planted young chestnuts. It was the habit of
the Angkatells to invite guests for one o'clock, and on fine days they had cocktailsand sherry in the small pavilion by the swimming pool. Lunch itself was scheduledfor one-thirty, by which time, the most unpunctual of guests should have managedto arrive, which permitted Lady AngkatelFs excellent cook to embark on soufflesand such accurately timed delicacies without too much trepidation. To HerculePoirot, the plan did not commend itself. "In a little minute," he thought, "I shallbe almost back where I started." With an increasing awareness of his feet in hisshoes he followed Gudgeon's tall figure.It was at that moment from just ahead of him that he heard a little cry. Itincreased, somehow, his dissatisfaction. It was incongruous, in some way unfitting. Hedid not classify it, nor indeed think about it. When he thought about it afterwardshe was hard put to it to remember just what emotions it had seemed to convey.Dismay? Surprise? Horror? He could only say that it suggested, very definitely, theunexpected. Gudgeon stepped out from the chestnuts. He was moving to one side,deferentially, to allow Poirot to pass and at the same time clearing his throatpreparatory to murmuring, "M. Poirot, m'lady," in the Proper subdued and respectfultones when his suppleness became suddenly rigid. He gasped. It was an unbutlerlikenoise.Hercule Poirot stepped out onto the open space surrounding the swimming pool, andimmediately he too stiffened, but with annoyance.It was too much--it was reallytoo much! He had not suspected such cheapness of the Angkatells. <strong>The</strong> long walkby the road, the disappointment at the house--and now this! <strong>The</strong> misplaced sense ofhumour of the English! He was annoyed and he was bored--oh! how he wasbored! Death was not, to him, amusing. And here they had arranged for him, by wayof a joke, a set piece. For what he was looking at was a highly artificial murderscene. By the side of the pool was the body, artistically arranged with an outflungarm and even some red paint dripping gently over the edge of the concreteinto the pool. It was a spectacular body, that of a handsome fair-haired man.Standing over the body, revolver in hand, was a woman, a short, powerfully built,middleaged woman with a curiously blank expression. And there were threeother actors. On the far side of the pool was a tall young woman whose hairmatched the Autumn leaves in its rich brown; she had a basket in her hand full ofdahlia heads. A little further off was a man, a tall inconspicuous man in a shootingcoat carrying a gun. And immediately on his left, with a basket of eggs in her hand, washis hostess. Lady Angkatell. It was clear to Hercule Poirot that several differentpaths converged here at the swimmingpool and that these people had each arrived by a different path. It was all verymathematical and artificial. He sighed. Enfin, what did they expect him to do?Was he to pretend to believe in this "crime"? Was he to register dismay-- alarm?Or was he to bow, to congratulate his hostess--"Ah! but it is very charming, whatyou arrange for me here." Really, the whole thing was very stupid --not spirituel atall! Was it not Queen Victoria who had said, "We are not amused"? He felt very
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