The Monogram Murders: The New Hercule Poirot Mystery by Sophie Hannah & Agatha Christie

Author:Sophie Hannah & Agatha Christie [Hannah, Sophie & Christie, Agatha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Mystery & Detective, Traditional British, General
ISBN: 9780062297235
Google: q-9zAwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00EYNGP8A
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Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2014-09-08T18:30:00+00:00

The Mind in the Mirror

ON ARRIVING BACK IN London, I proceeded to Pleasant’s, thinking I might find Poirot there, but the only familiar face in the coffee house was that of the waitress with what Poirot calls “the flyaway hair.” I had always found her to be a tonic and enjoyed Pleasant’s on account of her presence as much as anything else. What was her name? Poirot had told me. Oh yes: Fee Spring, short for Euphemia.

I liked her chiefly for her comforting habit of saying the same two things every time she saw me. She said them now. The first was about her long-standing ambition to change the name of Pleasant’s from “Coffee House” to “Tea Rooms,” to reflect the relative merits of the two beverages, and the second was: “How’s Scotland Yard treating you, then? I’d like to work there—only if I could be in charge, mind.”

“Oh, I’m sure you would be leading the troops in no time,” I told her. “Just as I suspect that one day I shall arrive here to find ‘Pleasant’s Tea Rooms’ on the sign outside.”

“Not likely. It’s the only thing they won’t let me change. Mr. Poirot wouldn’t like it, would he?”

“He would be aghast.”

“You’re not to tell him, or anyone.” Fee’s proposed change of name for her place of work was something she professed to have told nobody but me.

“I shan’t,” I assured her. “I tell you what: come and work with me solving crimes and I’ll ask my boss if we can change our name to Scotland Yard Tea Rooms. We do drink tea there, so it wouldn’t be altogether unsuitable.”

“Hmph.” Fee wasn’t impressed. “I’ve heard women police aren’t allowed to stay on if they marry. That’s all right; I’d rather solve crimes with you than have a husband to look after.”

“There you are, then!”

“So don’t go proposing to me.”

“No fear!”

“Charming, aren’t you?”

To dig myself out of the hole, I said, “I shan’t be proposing to anybody, but if my parents ever put a gun to my head, I shall ask you before any other girl—how’s that?”

“Better me than some dreamer with notions of romance in her head. She’d be disappointed, all right.”

I did not want to discuss romance. I said, “As far as our crime-solving partnership goes . . . I don’t suppose you’re expecting Poirot, are you? I hoped he might be here waiting for Jennie Hobbs to reappear.”

“Jennie Hobbs, is it? So you’ve found a family name for her. Mr. Poirot’ll be pleased to know who he’s been fretting over all this time. Maybe now he’ll stop pestering me. Every time I turn around, there he is under my feet, asking me all the same questions about Jennie that he’s already asked me. I never ask him where you are—never!”

I was rather stumped by this last statement. “Why would you?” I said.

“I wouldn’t and I don’t. You’ve got to be careful what questions you ask the question-asking sort. Did you find out anything else about Jennie?”

“Nothing I can tell you, I’m afraid.

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