By Agatha Christie
Sheila Webb anticipated to discover a decent blind girl looking ahead to her at 19 Wilbraham Crescent—not the physique of a middle-aged guy sprawled around the lounge ground. but if previous pass over Pebmarsh denies sending for her within the first position, or of possessing the entire clocks that encompass the physique, it’s transparent that they're going to desire a first-class detective.
“This crime is so advanced that it has to be rather simple,” proclaims Hercule Poirot. yet there’s a assassin at the free, and time is ticking away.…
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She was, of course, conscious of her figure. She was also conscious of the fact that if her waist should expand, the rest of her figure would be damaged. So she did a lot of swimming and walking. " Mason asked. "She tried to be. She wanted exercise. The average man who wanted to swim with her wasn't particularly keen on that sort of exercise; in fact, very few of them could keep up with her. She walked and ran and swam and, of course, acquired a delightful sun tan. "Since women of that build like to admire themselves in the nude in front of mirrors, and are painfully conscious of the white streaks which mar the smooth sun tan where convention decrees a minimum of clothing should be worn, Dianne supplemented her weekday swimming parties by lying in the nude in a sun bath she had constructed in the privacy of the back yard.
Mason looked at her sharply but found nothing other than an expression of innocence on her face. Abruptly the telephone rang. Della Street picked up the instrument. "Hello," she said in a low voice. "This is Mr. " Dianne Alder's voice came over the phone in a rush of words. -- Della, I have to have that contract back right away. " Della asked. "Because . . well, because I guess I shouldn't have let it out of my possession. There's a proviso in the contract that I'm to do everything I can to avoid premature publicity and-- Gosh, Della, I guess I made a booboo even letting you have it or talking about the arrangement.
Will do," Drake said and went out in a rush, slamming the door behind him. Drake had been out of the office less than ten minutes when the phone rang and Della Street relayed the message from the receptionist. "Dianne Alder is in the office," she reported. Mason's frown suddenly lightened into a smile. " he said. "She's taken the bait and now someone has jerked the line and she's feeling the hook. " Della Street nodded, hurried through the door to the reception room and was back in a few moments with an apologetic Dianne Alder.
The Clocks (Hercule Poirot, Book 34) by Agatha Christie