Agatha Christie

The Secret Adversary

    Johnny Brookshas quoted5 months ago
    dren were be­ing lined up await­ing their turn. Some still clung des­per­ately to hus­bands and fath­ers; oth­ers clutched their chil­dren c
    busygin98002has quoted10 months ago
    not the least bit afraid of you. And as I’ve said be­fore, and shall doubt­less say again, little Tup­pence can look after her­self, thank you!”
    And with a short, sharp nod of her head she walked briskly on­ward. As a res­ult of fur­ther med­it­a­tions, how­ever, she turned aside from the dir­ect route and entered a post of­fice. There she pondered for some mo­ments, a tele­graph form in her hand. The thought of a pos­sible five shil­lings spent un­ne­ces­sar­ily spurred her to ac­tion, and she de­cided to risk the waste of nine­pence.
    Dis­dain­ing the spiky pen and thick, black treacle which a be­ne­fi­cent gov­ern­ment had provided, Tup­pence drew out Tommy’s pen­cil which she had re­tained and wrote rap­idly: “Don’t put in ad­vert­ise­ment. Will ex­plain to­mor­row.” She ad­dressed it to Tommy at his club, from which in one short month he would have to resign, un­less a kindly for­tune per­mit­ted him to re­new his sub­scrip­tion.
    “It may catch him,” she mur­mured. “Any­way, it’s worth try­ing.”
    After hand­ing it over the counter she set out briskly for home, stop­ping at a baker’s to buy three penny­worth of new buns.
    Later, in her tiny cu­bicle at the top of the house she munched buns and re­flec­ted on the fu­ture. What was the Es­thonia Glass­ware Co., and what earthly need could it have for her ser­vices? A pleas­ur­able thrill of ex­cite­ment made Tup­pence tingle. At any rate, the coun­try vicar­age had re­treated into the back­ground again. The mor­row held pos­sib­il­it­ies.
    busygin98002has quoted10 months ago
    “I took that liberty.”
    “And in what way do you think you could be of use to me?”
    The man took a card from his pocket and handed it to her with a bow.
    Tup­pence took it and scru­tin­ized it care­fully. It bore the in­scrip­tion, “Mr. Ed­ward Whit­ting­ton.” Below the name were the words “Es­thonia Glass­ware Co.,” and the ad­dress of a city of­fice. Mr. Whit­ting­ton spoke again:
    “If you will call upon me to­mor­row morn­ing at el­even o’clock, I will lay the de­tails of my pro­pos­i­tion be­fore you.”
    “At el­even o’clock?” said Tup­pence doubt­fully.
    “At el­even o’clock.”
    Tup­pence made up her mind.
    “Very well. I’ll be there.”
    “Thank you. Good even­ing.”
    He raised his hat with a flour­ish, and walked away. Tup­pence re­mained for some minutes gaz­ing after him. Then she gave a curi­ous move­ment of her shoulders, rather as a ter­rier shakes him­self.
    “The ad­ven­tures have be­gun,” she mur­mured to her­self. “What does he want me to do, I won­der? There’s some­thing about you, Mr. Whit­ting­ton, that I don’t like at all. But, on the other hand, I’m
    busygin98002has quoted10 months ago
    Tup­pence turned sharply, but the words hov­er­ing on the tip of her tongue re­mained un­spoken, for the man’s ap­pear­ance and man­ner did not bear out her first and most nat­ural as­sump­tion. She hes­it­ated. As if he read her thoughts, the man said quickly:
    “I can as­sure you I mean no dis­respect.”
    Tup­pence be­lieved him. Al­though she dis­liked and dis­trus­ted him in­stinct­ively, she was in­clined to ac­quit him of the par­tic­u­lar motive which she had at first at­trib­uted to him. She looked him up and down. He was a big man, clean shaven, with a heavy jowl. His eyes were small and cun­ning, and shif­ted their glance un­der her dir­ect gaze.
    “Well, what is it?” she asked.
    The man smiled.
    “I happened to over­hear part of your con­ver­sa­tion with the young gen­tle­man in Ly­ons’.”
    “Well—what of it?”
    “Noth­ing—ex­cept that I think I may be of some use to you.”
    Another in­fer­ence forced it­self into Tup­pence’s mind:
    “You fol­lowed me here?”
    marina21062has quoted10 months ago
    With which prom­ise she took leave of her new ally, and walked briskly away
    marina21062has quoted10 months ago
    “I’ll not breathe a word,” pro­tested Al­bert eagerly.
    marina21062has quoted10 months ago
    she’s a stun­ner to look at, ain’t she?”
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    Mark my words, Al­bert,
    marina21062has quoted10 months ago
    Know who I’m after?” she in­quired gen­i­ally.
    marina21062has quoted10 months ago
    Al­bert fell for it.
    marina21062has quoted10 months ago
    grass grow un­der her feet. Tommy was amply em­ployed, and de­barred from join­ing him in the chase, the girl felt at a loose end.
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    At any rate, think the mat­ter over well be­fore you de­cide.
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    Tup­pence was a great fre­quenter of the cinema.
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    hated let­ting the grass grow un­der her feet.
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    All for the good of the cause. The streets is go­ing to run
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    for the good of the cause
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    It at­trac­ted Tommy migh­tily.
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    What he did do was en­tirely for­eign to the sober com­mon sense which was, as a rule, his lead­ing char­ac­ter­istic.
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    The drive was un­event­ful.
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    ordered a sub­stan­tial lunch for him­self
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