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

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      ‘And you fancy that the two matters are connected in some way?’

      ‘Somehow I do. I may be wrong, of course.’

      There was a pause, then Mr Carter continued:

      ‘I asked him to come round here. Not that we’ll get anything out of him he doesn’t want to tell. His legal instincts are too strong. But there’s no doubt he can throw light on one or two obscure points in young Beresford’s letter. Ah, here he is!’

      The two men rose to greet the newcomer. A half whimsical thought flashed across the Premier’s mind. ‘My successor, perhaps!’

      ‘We’ve had a letter from young Beresford,’ said Mr Carter, coming to the point at once. ‘You’ve seen him, I suppose?’

      ‘You suppose wrong,’ said the lawyer.

      ‘Oh!’ Mr Carter was a little nonplussed.

      Sir James smiled, and stroked his chin.

      ‘He rang me up,’ he volunteered.

      ‘Would you have any objection to telling us exactly what passed between you?’

      ‘Not at all. He thanked me for a certain letter which I had written to him – as a matter of fact, I had offered him a job. Then he reminded me of something I had said to him at Manchester respecting that bogus telegram which lured Miss Cowley away. I asked him if anything untoward had occurred. He said it had – that in a drawer in Mr Hersheimmer’s room he had discovered a photograph.’ The lawyer paused, then continued: ‘I asked him if the photograph bore the name and address of a Californian photographer. He replied: “You’re on to it, sir. It had.” Then he went on to tell me something I didn’t know. The original of that photograph was the French girl, Annette, who saved his life.’

      ‘What?’

      ‘Exactly. I asked the young man with some curiosity what he had done with the photograph. He replied that he had put it back where he found it.’ The lawyer paused again. ‘That was good, you know – distinctly good. He can use his brains, that young fellow. I congratulated him. The discovery was a providential one. Of course, from the moment that the girl in Manchester was proved to be a plant everything was altered. Young Beresford saw that for himself without my having to tell it him. But he felt he couldn’t trust his judgment on the subject of Miss Cowley. Did I think she was alive? I told him, duly weighing the evidence, that there was a very decided chance in favour of it. That brought us back to the telegram.’

      ‘Yes?’

      ‘I advised him to apply to you for a copy of the original wire. It had occurred to me as probable that, after Miss Cowley flung it on the floor, certain words might have been erased and altered with the express intention of setting searchers on a false trail.’

      Carter nodded. He took a sheet from his pocket, and read aloud:

      Come at once, Astley Priors, Gatehouse, Kent. Great developments – Tommy.

      ‘Very simple,’ said Sir James, ‘and very ingenious. Just a few words to alter, and the thing was done. And the one important clue they overlooked.’

      ‘What was that?’

      ‘The page-boy’s statement that Miss Cowley drove to Charing Cross. They were so sure of themselves that they took it for granted he had made a mistake.’

      ‘Then young Beresford is now?’

      ‘At Gatehouse, Kent, unless I am much mistaken.’

      Mr Carter looked at him curiously.

      ‘I rather wonder you’re not there too, Peel Edgerton?’

      ‘Ah, I’m busy on a case.’

      ‘I thought you were on your holiday?’

      ‘Oh, I’ve not been briefed. Perhaps it would be more correct to say I’m preparing a case. Any more facts about that American chap for me?’

      ‘I’m afraid not. Is it important to find out who he was?’

      ‘Oh, I know who he was,’ said Sir James easily. ‘I can’t prove it yet – but I know.’

      The other two asked no questions. They had an instinct that it would be mere waste of breath.

      ‘But what I don’t understand,’ said the Prime Minister suddenly, ‘is how that photograph came to be in Mr Hersheimmer’s drawer?’

      ‘Perhaps it never left it,’ suggested the lawyer gently.

      ‘But the bogus inspector? Inspector Brown?’

      ‘Ah!’ said Sir James thoughtfully. He rose to his feet, ‘I mustn’t keep you. Go on with the affairs of the nation. I must get back to – my case.’

      Two days later Julius Hersheimmer returned from Manchester. A note from Tommy lay on his table:

      Dear Hersheimmer,

      Sorry I lost my temper. In case I don’t see you again, goodbye. I’ve been offered a job in the Argentine, and might as well take it.

      Yours,

      Tommy Beresford.

      A peculiar smile lingered for a moment on Julius’s face. He threw the letter into the waste-paper basket.

      ‘The darned fool!’ he murmured.

       Chapter 23

       A Race Against Time

      After ringing up Sir James, Tommy’s next procedure was to make a call at South Audley Mansions. He found Albert discharging his professional duties, and introduced himself without more ado as a friend of Tuppence’s. Albert unbent immediately.

      ‘Things has been very quiet here lately,’ he said wistfully. ‘Hope the young lady’s keeping well, sir?’

      ‘That’s just the point, Albert. She’s disappeared.’

      ‘You don’t mean as the crooks have got her?’

      ‘They have.’

      ‘In the Underworld?’

      ‘No, dash it all, in this world!’

      ‘It’s a h’expression, sir,’ explained Albert. ‘At the pictures the crooks always have a restoorant in the Underworld. But do you think as they’ve done her in, sir?’

      ‘I hope not. By the way, have you by any chance an aunt, a cousin, СКАЧАТЬ