The Complete Tommy and Tuppence 5-Book Collection. Agatha Christie

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       Chapter 10

       Enter Sir James Peel Edgerton

      Tuppence betrayed no awkwardness in her new duties. The daughters of the archdeacon were well grounded in household tasks. They were also experts in training a ‘raw girl,’ the inevitable result being that the raw girl, once trained, departed somewhere where her newly-acquired knowledge commanded a more substantial remuneration than the archdeacon’s meagre purse allowed.

      Tuppence had therefore very little fear of proving inefficient. Mrs Vandemeyer’s cook puzzled her. She evidently went in deadly terror of her mistress. The girl thought it probable that the other woman had some hold over her. For the rest, she cooked like a chef, as Tuppence had an opportunity of judging that evening. Mrs Vandemeyer was expecting a guest to dinner, and Tuppence accordingly laid the beautifully polished table for two. She was a little exercised in her own mind as to this visitor. It was highly possible that it might prove to be Whittington. Although she felt fairly confident that he would not recognize her, yet she would have been better pleased had the guest proved to be a total stranger. However, there was nothing for it but to hope for the best.

      At a few minutes past eight the front door bell rang, and Tuppence went to answer it with some inward trepidation. She was relieved to see that the visitor was the second of the two men whom Tommy had taken upon himself to follow.

      He gave his name as Count Stepanov. Tuppence announced him, and Mrs Vandemeyer rose from her seat on a low divan with a quick murmur of pleasure.

      ‘It is delightful to see you, Boris Ivanovitch,’ she said.

      ‘And you, madame!’ He bowed low over her hand.

      Tuppence returned to the kitchen.

      ‘Count Stepanov, or some such,’ she remarked, and affecting a frank and unvarnished curiosity: ‘Who’s he?’

      ‘A Russian gentleman, I believe.’

      ‘Come here much?’

      ‘Once in a while. What d’you want to know for?’

      ‘Fancied he might be sweet on the missus, that’s all,’ explained the girl, adding with an appearance of sulkiness: ‘How you do take one up!’

      ‘I’m not quite easy in my mind about the soufflé,’ explained the other.

      ‘You know something,’ thought Tuppence to herself, but aloud she only said: ‘Going to dish up now? Right-o.’

      Whilst waiting at table, Tuppence listened closely to all that was said. She remembered that this was one of the men Tommy was shadowing when she had last seen him. Already, although she would hardly admit it, she was becoming uneasy about her partner. Where was he? Why had no word of any kind come from him? She had arranged before leaving the Ritz to have all letters or messages sent on at once by special messenger to a small stationer’s shop near at hand where Albert was to call in frequently. True, it was only yesterday morning that she had parted from Tommy, and she told herself that any anxiety on his behalf would be absurd. Still, it was strange he had sent no word of any kind.

      But, listen as she might, the conversation presented no clue. Boris and Mrs Vandemeyer talked on purely indifferent subjects: plays they had seen, new dances, and the latest society gossip. After dinner they repaired to the small boudoir where Mrs Vandemeyer, stretched on the divan, looked more wickedly beautiful than ever. Tuppence brought in the coffee and liqueurs and unwillingly retired. As she did so, she heard Boris say:

      ‘New, isn’t she?’

      ‘She came in today. The other was a fiend. This girl seems all right. She waits well.’

      Tuppence lingered a moment longer by the door which she had carefully neglected to close, and heard him say:

      ‘Quite safe, I suppose?’

      ‘Really, Boris, you are absurdly suspicious. I believe she’s the cousin of the hall porter, or something of the kind. And nobody even dreams that СКАЧАТЬ