The Case of the Discontented Soldier: An Agatha Christie Short Story. Agatha Christie

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      The major took a deep breath and abruptly plunged through the swing door leading to the outer office. A plain young woman looked up from her typewriter and glanced at him inquiringly.

      ‘Mr Parker Pyne?’ said Major Wilbraham, blushing.

      ‘Come this way, please.’

      He followed her into an inner office – into the presence of the bland Mr Parker Pyne.

      ‘Good-morning,’ said Mr Pyne. ‘Sit down, won’t you? And now tell me what I can do for you.’

      ‘My name is Wilbraham –’ began the other.

      ‘Major? Colonel?’ said Mr Pyne.

      ‘Major.’

      ‘Ah! And recently returned from abroad? India? East Africa?’

      ‘East Africa.’

      ‘A fine country, I believe. Well, so you are home again – and you don’t like it. Is that the trouble?’

      ‘You’re absolutely right. Though how you knew –’

      Mr Parker Pyne waved an impressive hand. ‘It is my business to know. You see, for thirty-five years of my life I have been engaged in the compiling of statistics in a government office. Now I have retired and it has occurred to me to use the experience I have gained in a novel fashion. It is all so simple. Unhappiness can be classified under five main heads – no more I assure you. Once you know the cause of a malady, the remedy should not be impossible.

      ‘I stand in the place of the doctor. The doctor first diagnoses the patient’s disorder, then he recommends a course of treatment. There are cases where no treatment can be of any avail. If that is so, I say quite frankly that I can do nothing about it. But if I undertake a case, the cure is practically guaranteed.

      ‘I can assure you. Major Wilbraham, that ninety-six percent of retired empire builders – as I call them – are unhappy. They exchange an active life, a life full of responsibility, a life of possible danger, for – what? Straitened means, a dismal climate and a general feeling of being a fish out of water.’

      ‘All you’ve said is true,’ said the major. ‘It’s the boredom I object to. The boredom and the endless tittle-tattle about petty village matters. But what can I do about it? I’ve got a little money besides my pension. I’ve a nice cottage near Cobham. I can’t afford to hunt or shoot or fish. I’m not married. My neighbours are all pleasant folk, but they’ve no ideas beyond this island.’

      ‘The long and short of the matter is that you find life tame,’ said Mr Parker Pyne.

      ‘Damned tame.’

      ‘You would like excitement, possibly danger?’ asked Mr Pyne.

      The soldier shrugged. ‘There’s no such thing in this tinpot country.’

      ‘I beg your pardon,’ said Mr Pyne seriously. ‘There you are wrong. There is plenty of danger, plenty of excitement, here in London if you know where to go for it. You have seen only the surface of our English life, calm, pleasant. But there is another side. If you wish it, I can show you that other side.’

      Major Wilbraham regarded him thoughtfully. There was something reassuring about Mr Pyne. He was large, not to say fat; he had a bald head of noble proportions, strong glasses and little twinkling eyes. And he had an aura – an aura of dependability.

      ‘I should warn you, however,’ continued Mr Pyne, ‘that there is an element of risk.’

      The soldier’s eye brightened. ‘That’s all right,’ he said. Then, abruptly: ‘And – your fees?’

      ‘My fee,’ said Mr Pyne, ‘is fifty pounds, payable in advance. If in a month’s time you are still in the same state of boredom, I will refund your money.’

      Wilbraham considered. ‘Fair enough,’ he said at last. ‘I agree. I’ll give you a СКАЧАТЬ