Christie, Agatha - Passenger to Frankfurt by Christie Agatha

Author:Christie, Agatha [Christie, Agatha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction / Mystery & Detective
ISBN: 9780062094452
Google: F5D-CVP9u2IC
Amazon: 0062094459
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2010-02-10T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

The Young And The Lovely

After breakfasting on the following morning in a small breakfast-room downstairs, he found Renata waiting for him. The horses were at the door.

Both of them had brought riding clothes with them. Everything they could possibly require seemed to have been intelligently anticipated.

They mounted and rode away down the castle drive. Renata spoke with the groom at some length.

‘He asked if we would like him to accompany us but I said no. I know the tracks round here fairly well.’

‘I see. You have been here before?’

‘Not very often of late years. Early in my life I knew this place very well.’

He gave her a sharp look. She did not return it. As she rode beside him, he watched her profile–the thin, aquiline nose, the head carried so proudly on the slender neck. She rode a horse well, he saw that.

All the same, there was a sense of ill ease in his mind this morning. He wasn’t sure why…

His mind went back to the Airport Lounge. The woman who had come to stand beside him. The glass of Pilsner on the table…Nothing in it that there shouldn’t have been–neither then, nor later. A risk he had accepted. Why, when all that was long over, should it rouse uneasiness in him now?

They had a brief canter following a ride through the trees. A beautiful property, beautiful woods. In the distance he saw horned animals. A paradise for a sportsman, a paradise for the old way of living, a paradise that contained–what? A serpent? As it was in the beginning–with Paradise went a serpent. He drew rein and the horses fell to a walk. He and Renata were alone–no microphones, no listening walls–The time had come for his questions.

‘Who is she?’ he said urgently. ‘What is she?’

‘It’s easy to answer. So easy that it’s hardly believable.’

‘Well?’ he said.

‘She’s oil. Copper. Goldmines in South Africa. Armaments in Sweden. Uranium deposits in the north. Nuclear development, vast stretches of cobalt. She’s all those things.’

‘And yet, I hadn’t heard about her, I didn’t know her name, I didn’t know–’

‘She has not wanted people to know.’

‘Can one keep such things quiet?’

‘Easily, if you have enough copper and oil and nuclear deposits and armaments and all the rest of it. Money can advertise, or money can keep secrets, can hush things up.’

‘But who actually is she?’

‘Her grandfather was American. He was mainly railways, I think. Possibly Chicago hogs in those times. It’s like going back into history, finding out. He married a German woman. You’ve heard of her, I expect. Big Belinda, they used to christen her. Armaments, shipping, the whole industrial wealth of Europe. She was her father’s heiress.’

‘Between those two, unbelievable wealth,’ said Sir Stafford Nye. ‘And so–power. Is that what you’re telling me?’

‘Yes. She didn’t just inherit things, you know. She made money as well. She’d inherited brains, she was a big financier in her own right. Everything she touched multiplied itself. Turned to incredible sums of money, and she invested them.

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