Partners in Crime. Агата Кристи

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      The client was a girl of about Tuppence’s age, tall and dark with a rather haggard face and scornful eyes.

      ‘Clothes cheap and striking,’ remarked Tuppence. ‘Have her in, Tommy.’

      In another minute the girl was shaking hands with the celebrated Mr Blunt, whilst Tuppence sat by with eyes demurely downcast, and pad and pencil in hand.

      ‘My confidential secretary, Miss Robinson,’ said Mr Blunt with a wave of his hand. ‘You may speak freely before her.’ Then he lay back for a minute, half closed his eyes and remarked in a tired tone: ‘You must find travelling in a bus very crowded at this time of day.’

      ‘I came in a taxi,’ said the girl.

      ‘Oh!’said Tommy aggrieved. His eyes rested reproachfully on a blue bus ticket protruding from her glove. The girl’s eyes followed his glance, and she smiled and drew it out.

      ‘You mean this? I picked it up on the pavement. A little neighbour of ours collects them.’

      Tuppence coughed, and Tommy threw a baleful glare at her.

      ‘We must get to business,’ he said briskly. ‘You are in need of our services, Miss –?’

      ‘Kingston Bruce is my name,’ said the girl. ‘We live at Wimbledon. Last night a lady who is staying with us lost a valuable pink pearl. Mr St Vincent was also dining with us, and during dinner he happened to mention your firm. My mother sent me off to you this morning to ask you if you would look into the matter for us.’

      The girl spoke sullenly, almost disagreeably. It was clear as daylight that she and her mother had not agreed over the matter. She was here under protest.

      ‘I see,’ said Tommy, a little puzzled. ‘You have not called in the police?’

      ‘No,’ said Miss Kingston Bruce, ‘we haven’t. It would be idiotic to call in the police and then find the silly thing had rolled under the fireplace, or something like that.’

      ‘Oh!’ said Tommy. ‘Then the jewel may only be lost after all?’

      Miss Kingston Bruce shrugged her shoulders.

      ‘People make such a fuss about things,’ she murmured. Tommy cleared his throat.

      ‘Of course,’ he said doubtfully. ‘I am extremely busy just now –’

      ‘I quite understand,’ said the girl, rising to her feet. There was a quick gleam of satisfaction in her eyes which Tuppence, for one, did not miss.

      ‘Nevertheless,’ continued Tommy. ‘I think I can manage to run down to Wimbledon. Will you give me the address, please?’

      ‘The Laurels, Edgeworth Road.’

      ‘Make a note of it, please, Miss Robinson.’

      Miss Kingston Bruce hesitated, then said rather ungraciously.

      ‘We’ll expect you then. Good-morning.’

      ‘Funny girl,’ said Tommy when she had left. ‘I couldn’t quite make her out.’

      ‘I wonder if she stole the thing herself,’ remarked Tuppence meditatively. ‘Come on, Tommy, let’s put away these books and take the car and go down there. By the way, who are you going to be, Sherlock Holmes still?’

      ‘I think I need practice for that,’ said Tommy. ‘I came rather a cropper over that bus ticket, didn’t I?’

      ‘You did,’ said Tuppence. ‘If I were you I shouldn’t try too much on that girl – she’s as sharp as a needle. She’s unhappy too, poor devil.’

      ‘I suppose you know all about her already,’ said Tommy with sarcasm, ‘simply from looking at the shape of her nose!’

      ‘I’ll tell you my idea of what we shall find at The Laurels,’ said Tuppence, quite unmoved. ‘A household of snobs, very keen to move in the best society; the father, if there is a father, is sure to have a military title. The girl falls in with their way of life and despises herself for doing so.’

      Tommy took a last look at the books now neatly arranged upon the shelf.

      ‘I think,’ he said thoughtfully, ‘that I shall be Thorndyke today.’

      ‘I shouldn’t have thought there was anything medico-legal about this case,’ remarked Tuppence.

      ‘Perhaps not,’ said Tommy. ‘But I’m simply dying to use that new camera of mine! It’s supposed to have the most marvellous lens that ever was or could be.’

      ‘I know those kind of lenses,’ said Tuppence. ‘By the time you’ve adjusted the shutter and stopped down and calculated the exposure and kept your eye on the spirit level, your brain gives out, and you yearn for the simple Brownie.’

      ‘Only an unambitious soul is content with the simple Brownie.’

      ‘Well, I bet I shall get better results with it than you will.’

      Tommy ignored the challenge.

      ‘I ought to have a “Smoker’s Companion”,’ he said regretfully. ‘I wonder where one buys them?’

      ‘There’s always the patent corkscrew Aunt Araminta gave you last Christmas,’ said Tuppence helpfully.

      ‘That’s true,’ said Tommy. ‘A curious-looking engine of destruction I thought it at the time, and rather a humorous present to get from a strictly tee-total aunt.’

      ‘I,’ said Tuppence, ‘shall be Polton.’

      Tommy looked at her scornfully.

      ‘Polton indeed. You couldn’t begin to do one of the things that he does.’

      ‘Yes, I can,’ said Tuppence. ‘I can rub my hands together when I’m pleased. That’s quite enough to get on with. I hope you’re going to take plaster casts of footprints?’

      Tommy was reduced to silence. Having collected the corkscrew they went round to the garage, got out the car and started for Wimbledon.

      The Laurels was a big house. It ran somewhat to gables and turrets, had an air of being very newly painted and was surrounded with neat flower beds filled with scarlet geraniums.

      A tall man with a close-cropped white moustache, and an exaggeratedly martial bearing opened the door before Tommy had time to ring.

      ‘I’ve been looking out for you,’ he explained fussily. ‘Mr Blunt, is it not? I am Colonel Kingston Bruce. Will you come into my study?’

      He let them into a small room at the back of the house.

      ‘Young St Vincent was telling me wonderful things about your firm. I’ve noticed your advertisements myself. This guaranteed twenty-four hours’ service of yours – a marvellous notion. That’s exactly what I need.’

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