Murder in the Mews. Agatha Christie

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       CHAPTER 1

      ‘Penny for the guy, sir?’

      A small boy with a grimy face grinned ingratiatingly.

      ‘Certainly not!’ said Chief Inspector Japp. ‘And, look here, my lad—’

      A short homily followed. The dismayed urchin beat a precipitate retreat, remarking briefly and succinctly to his youthful friends:

      ‘Blimey, if it ain’t a cop all togged up!’

      The band took to its heels, chanting the incantation:

       Remember, remember

       The fifth of November

       Gunpowder treason and plot.

       We see no reason

       Why gunpowder treason

       Should ever be forgot.

      The chief inspector’s companion, a small, elderly man with an egg-shaped head and large, military-looking moustaches, was smiling to himself.

      ‘Très bien, Japp,’ he observed. ‘You preach the sermon very well! I congratulate you!’

      ‘Rank excuse for begging, that’s what Guy Fawkes’ Day is!’ said Japp.

      ‘An interesting survival,’ mused Hercule Poirot. ‘The fireworks go up—crack—crack—long after the man they commemorate and his deed are forgotten.’

      The Scotland Yard man agreed.

      ‘Don’t suppose many of those kids really know who Guy Fawkes was.’

      ‘And soon, doubtless, there will be confusion of thought. Is it in honour or in execration that on the fifth of November the feu d’artifice are sent up? To blow up an English Parliament, was it a sin or a noble deed?’

      Japp chuckled.

      ‘Some people would say undoubtedly the latter.’

      Turning off the main road, the two men passed into the comparative quiet of a mews. They had been dining together and were now taking a short cut to Hercule Poirot’s flat.

      As they walked along the sound of squibs was still heard periodically. An occasional shower of golden rain illuminated the sky.

      ‘Good night for a murder,’ remarked Japp with professional interest. ‘Nobody would hear a shot, for instance, on a night like this.’

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