Agatha Christie: The Collection. Agatha Christie

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Tuppence opened her mouth impulsively, and then shut it again. Sir James’s words sounded in her ears: “Never tell all you know – not even to the person you know best.” And like a flash there came into her mind another memory. Julius before the safe in the flat, her own question and the pause before his reply, “Nothing.” Was there really nothing? Or had he found something he wished to keep to himself? If he could make a reservation, so could she.

      “Nothing particular,” she replied.

      She felt rather than saw Julius throw a sideways glance at her.

      “Say, shall we go for a spin in the park?”

      “If you like.”

      For a while they ran on under the trees in silence. It was a beautiful day. The keen rush through the air brought a new exhilaration to Tuppence.

      “Say, Miss Tuppence, do you think I’m ever going to find Jane?”

      Julius spoke in a discouraged voice. The mood was so alien to him that Tuppence turned and stared at him in surprise. He nodded.

      “That’s so. I’m getting down and out over the business. Sir James to-day hadn’t got any hope at all, I could see that. I don’t like him – we don’t gee together somehow – but he’s pretty cute, and I guess he wouldn’t quit if there was any chance of success – now, would he?”

      Tuppence felt rather uncomfortable, but clinging to her belief that Julius also had withheld something from her, she remained firm.

      “He suggested advertising for the nurse,” she reminded him.

      “Yes, with a ‘forlorn hope’ flavour to his voice! No – I’m about fed up. I’ve half a mind to go back to the States right away.”

      “Oh no!” cried Tuppence. “We’ve got to find Tommy.”

      “I sure forgot Beresford,” said Julius contritely. “That’s so. We must find him. But after – well, I’ve been day-dreaming ever since I started on this trip – and these dreams are rotten poor business. I’m quit of them. Say, Miss Tuppence, there’s something I’d like to ask you.”

      “Yes?”

      “You and Beresford. What about it?”

      “I don’t understand you,” replied Tuppence with dignity, adding rather inconsequently: “And, anyway, you’re wrong!”

      “Not got a sort of kindly feeling for one another?”

      “Certainly not,” said Tuppence with warmth. “Tommy and I are friends – nothing more.”

      “I guess every pair of lovers has said that sometime or another,” observed Julius.

      “Nonsense!” snapped Tuppence. “Do I look the sort of girl that’s always falling in love with every man she meets?”

      “You do not. You look the sort of girl that’s mighty often getting fallen in love with!”

      “Oh!” said Tuppence, rather taken aback. “That’s a compliment, I suppose?”

      “Sure. Now let’s get down to this. Supposing we never find Beresford and – and –”

      “All right – say it! I can face facts. Supposing he’s – dead! Well?”

      “And all this business fiddles out. What are you going to do?”

      “I don’t know,” said Tuppence forlornly.

      “You’ll be darned lonesome, you poor kid.”

      “I shall be all right,” snapped Tuppence with her usual resentment of any kind of pity.

      “What about marriage?” inquired Julius. “Got any views on the subject?”

      “I intend to marry, of course,” replied Tuppence. “That is, if” – she paused, knew a momentary longing to draw back, and then stuck to her guns bravely – “I can find some one rich enough to make it worth my while. That’s frank, isn’t it? I dare say you despise me for it.”

      “I never despise business instinct,” said Julius. “What particular figure have you in mind?”

      “Figure?” asked Tuppence, puzzled. “Do you mean tall or short?”

      “No. Sum – income.”

      “Oh, I – I haven’t quite worked that out.”

      “What about me?”

      “You?”

      “Sure thing.”

      “Oh, I couldn’t!”

      “Why not?”

      “I tell you I couldn’t.”

      “Again, why not?”

      “It would seem so unfair.”

      “I don’t see anything unfair about it. I call your bluff, that’s all. I admire you immensely, Miss Tuppence, more than any girl I’ve ever met. You’re so darned plucky. I’d just love to give you a real, rattling good time. Say the word, and we’ll run round right away to some high-class jeweller, and fix up the ring business.”

      “I can’t,” gasped Tuppence.

      “Because of Beresford?”

      “No, no, no!”

      “Well then?”

      Tuppence merely continued to shake her head violently.

      “You can’t reasonably expect more dollars than I’ve got.”

      “Oh, it isn’t that,” gasped Tuppence with an almost hysterical laugh. “But thanking you very much, and all that, I think I’d better say no.”

      “I’d be obliged if you’d do me the favour to think it over until to-morrow.”

      “It’s no use.”

      “Still, I guess we’ll leave it like that.”

      “Very well,” said Tuppence meekly.

      Neither of them spoke again until they reached the Ritz.

      Tuppence went upstairs to her room. She felt morally battered to the ground after her conflict with Julius’s vigorous personality. Sitting down in front of the glass, she stared at her own reflection for some minutes.

      “Fool,” murmured Tuppence at length, making a grimace. “Little fool. Everything you want – everything you’ve ever hoped for, and you go and bleat out ‘no’ like an idiotic little sheep. It’s your one chance. Why don’t you take it? Grab it? Snatch at it? What more do you want?”

      As if in answer to her own question, her eyes fell on a small snapshot of Tommy that stood on her dressing-table in a shabby frame. For a moment she struggled for self-control, and then abandoning all presence, СКАЧАТЬ