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

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      Tuppence stared at him blankly.

      ‘You are going away?’

      ‘I told you. Don’t you remember? To Scotland.’

      ‘Yes, but I thought –’ The girl hesitated.

      Sir James shrugged his shoulders.

      ‘My dear young lady, I can do nothing more, I fear. Our clues have all ended in thin air. You can take my word for it that there is nothing more to be done. If anything should arise, I shall be glad to advise you in any way I can.’

      His words gave Tuppence an extraordinary desolate feeling.

      ‘I suppose you’re right,’ she said. ‘Anyway, thank you very much for trying to help us. Goodbye.’

      Julius was bending over the car. A momentary pity came into Sir James’s keen eyes, as he gazed into the girl’s downcast face.

      ‘Don’t be too disconsolate, Miss Tuppence,’ he said in a low voice. ‘Remember, holiday-time isn’t always all play-time. One sometimes manages to put in some work as well.’

      Something in his tone made Tuppence glance up sharply. He shook his head with a smile.

      ‘No, I shan’t say any more. Great mistake to say too much. Remember that. Never tell all you know – not even to the person you know best. Understand? Goodbye.’

      He strode away. Tuppence stared after him. She was beginning to understand Sir James’s methods. Once before he had thrown her a hint in the same careless fashion. Was this a hint? What exactly lay behind those last brief words? Did he mean that, after all, he had not abandoned the case: that secretly, he would be working on it still while –

      Her meditations were interrupted by Julius, who adjured her to ‘get right in’.

      ‘You’re looking kind of thoughtful,’ he remarked as they started off. ‘Did the old guy say anything more?’

      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 today 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 some time 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 – haven’t quite worked that out.’

      ‘What about me?’

      ‘You?’

      ‘Sure thing.’

      ‘Oh, I couldn’t!’

      ‘Why not?’

      ‘I tell you I couldn’t.’

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