The Ultimate Cozy Mysteries Collection. Эдгар Аллан По

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      Nothing abashed, she returned my glance, and executed an expressive grimace.

      “Dear me, we’ve shocked the kind gentleman!” she observed to an imaginary audience. “I apologize for my language! Most unladylike, and all that, but Oh, Lord, there’s reason enough for it! Do you know I’ve lost my only sister?”

      “Really?” I said politely. “How unfortunate.”

      “He disapproves!” remarked the lady. “He disapproves utterly—of me, and my sister—which last is unfair, because he hasn’t seen her!”

      I opened my mouth, but she forestalled me.

      “Say no more! Nobody loves me! I shall go into the garden and eat worms! Boohoo! I am crushed!”

      She buried herself behind a large comic French paper. In a minute or two I saw her eyes stealthily peeping at me over the top. In spite of myself I could not help smiling, and in a minute she had tossed the paper aside, and had burst into a merry peal of laughter.

      “I knew you weren’t such a mutt as you looked,” she cried.

      Her laughter was so infectious that I could not help joining in, though I hardly cared for the word “mutt.” The girl was certainly all that I most disliked, but that was no reason why I should make myself ridiculous by my attitude. I prepared to unbend. After all, she was decidedly pretty. …

      “There! Now we’re friends!” declared the minx. “Say you’re sorry about my sister—”

      “I am desolated!”

      “That’s a good boy!”

      “Let me finish. I was going to add that, although I am desolated, I can manage to put up with her absence very well.” I made a little bow.

      But this most unaccountable of damsels frowned and shook her head.

      “Cut it out. I prefer the ‘dignified disapproval’ stunt. Oh, your face! ‘Not one of us,’ it said. And you were right there—though, mind you, it’s pretty hard to tell nowadays. It’s not every one who can distinguish between a demi and a duchess. There now, I believe I’ve shocked you again! You’ve been dug out of the backwoods, you have. Not that I mind that. We could do with a few more of your sort. I just hate a fellow who gets fresh. It makes me mad.”

      She shook her head vigorously.

      “What are you like when you’re mad?” I inquired with a smile.

      “A regular little devil! Don’t care what I say, or what I do, either! I nearly did a chap in once. Yes, really. He’d have deserved it too. Italian blood I’ve got. I shall get into trouble one of these days.”

      “Well,” I begged, “don’t get mad with me.”

      “I shan’t. I like you—did the first moment I set eyes on you. But you looked so disapproving that I never thought we should make friends.”

      “Well, we have. Tell me something about yourself.”

      “I’m an actress. No—not the kind you’re thinking of, lunching at the Savoy covered with jewellery, and with their photograph in every paper saying how much they love Madame So and So’s face cream. I’ve been on the boards since I was a kid of six—tumbling.”

      “I beg your pardon,” I said puzzled.

      “Haven’t you seen child acrobats?”

      “Oh, I understand.”

      “I’m American born, but I’ve spent most of my life in England. We got a new show now—”

      “We?”

      “My sister and I. Sort of song and dance, and a bit of patter, and a dash of the old business thrown in. It’s quite a new idea, and it hits them every time. There’s to be money in it—”

      My new acquaintance leaned forward, and discoursed volubly, a great many of her terms being quite unintelligible to me. Yet I found myself evincing an increasing interest in her. She seemed such a curious mixture of child and woman. Though perfectly worldly-wise, and able, as she expressed it, to take care of herself, there was yet something curiously ingenuous in her single-minded attitude towards life, and her whole-hearted determination to “make good.” This glimpse of a world unknown to me was not without its charm, and I enjoyed seeing her vivid little face light up as she talked.

      We passed through Amiens. The name awakened many memories. My companion seemed to have an intuitive knowledge of what was in my mind.

      “Thinking of the War?”

      I nodded.

      “You were through it, I suppose?”

      “Pretty well. I was wounded once, and after the Somme they invalided me out altogether. I had a half fledged Army job for a bit. I’m a sort of private secretary now to an M. P.”

      “My! That’s brainy!”

      “No, it isn’t. There’s really awfully little to do. Usually a couple of hours every day sees me through. It’s dull work too. In fact, I don’t know what I should do if I hadn’t got something to fall back upon.”

      “Don’t say you collect bugs!”

      “No. I share rooms with a very interesting man. He’s a Belgian—an ex-detective. He’s set up as a private detective in London, and he’s doing extraordinarily well. He’s really a very marvellous little man. Time and again he has proved to be right where the official police have failed.”

      My companion listened with widening eyes.

      “Isn’t that interesting, now? I just adore crime. I go to all the mysteries on the movies. And when there’s a murder on I just devour the papers.”

      “Do you remember the Styles Case?” I asked.

      “Let me see, was that the old lady who was poisoned? Somewhere down in Essex?”

      I nodded.

      “That was Poirot’s first big case. Undoubtedly, but for him, the murderer would have escaped scot-free. It was a most wonderful bit of detective work.”

      Warming to my subject, I ran over the heads of the affair, working up to the triumphant and unexpected denouement. The girl listened spellbound. In fact, we were so absorbed that the train drew into Calais station before we realized it.

      “My goodness gracious me!” cried my companion. “Where’s my powder-puff?”

      She proceeded to bedaub her face liberally, and then applied a stick of lip salve to her lips, observing the effect in a small pocket glass, and betraying not the faintest sign of self-consciousness.

      “I say,” I hesitated. “I dare say it’s cheek on my part, but why do all that sort of thing?”

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