Agatha Christie The Hollow Chapter I At 6:13 a.m. ... - bzelbublive.info

of premeditated murder--that, no. But you might have fired that shot in a suddenmoment of fierce resentment--and if so--if so, Mademoiselle, you have the creativeimagination and ability to cover your tracks." Henrietta got up. She stood for amoment, pale and shaken, looking at him. She saidwith a sudden rueful smile: "And I thought you liked me." Hercule Poirotsighed. He said sadly: "That is what is so unfortunate for me. I do."Chapter XIXwhen henrietta had left him, Poirot sat on until he saw below him Inspector Grangewalk past the pool with a resolute easy stride and take the path on past the pavilion.The Inspector was walking in a purposeful way. He must be going, therefore, eitherto Resthaven or to Dovecotes. Poirot wondered which. He got up and retracedhis steps along the way he had come. If Inspector Grange wascoming to see him, he was interested to hear what the Inspector had to say. Butwhen he got back to Resthaven there was no sign of a visitor. Poirot lookedthoughtfully up the lane in the direction of Dovecotes. Veronica Cray had not, he knew,gone back to London. He found his curiosity rising about Veronica Cray. Thepale, shining fox furs, the heaped boxes of matches, that sudden imperfectlyexplained invasion on the Saturday night, and, finally, Henrietta Savernake'srevelations about John Christow and Veronica.It was, he thought, an interestingpattern. . . . Yes, that was how he saw it: a pattern. A design of intermingledemotions and theclash of personalities. A strange involved design, with dark threads of hate and desirerunning through it. Had Gerda Christow shot her husband? Or was it not quite so