Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
"I remained in the marquee until-until Miss King told us she was dead." "And that is all you know,mademoiselle?" "Yes." Poirot leaned forward.His tone was the same,light and conversational. "And what did you feel,mademoiselle?" "What did I feel?" "Yes -when you found that your mother -pardon -your stepmother,was she not?-what did you feel when you found her dead?" She stared at him. "I don't understand what you mean!" "I think you understand very well." Her eyes dropp
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ed.She said uncertainly: "It was-a great shock." "Was it?" The blood rushed to her face.She stared at him helplessly.Now he saw fear inher eyes. "Was it such a great shock,mademoiselle?Remembering a certain conversationyou had with your brother Raymond one night in Jerusalem?" His shot proved right.He saw it in the way the colour drained out of hercheeks again. "You know about that?"she whispered. "Yes,I know."