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Evil Under the Sun (Hercule Poirot 24)

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They spent some minutes in recalling old adventures.

Then there came a pause.

Rosamund’s fingers played with the clasp of her bag. She said at last:

“Kenneth?”

“Um.” His reply was indistinct. He was still lying on his face on the turf.

“If I say something to you that is probably outrageously impertinent will you never speak to me again?”

He rolled over and sat up.

“I don’t think,” he said seriously, “that I would ever regard anything you said as impertinent. You see, you belong.”

She nodded in acceptance of all that last phrase meant. She concealed only the pleasure it gave her.

“Kenneth, why don’t you get a divorce from your wife?”

His face altered. It hardened—the happy expression died out of it. He took a pipe from his pocket and began filling it.

Rosamund said:

“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.”

He said quietly:

“You haven’t offended me.”

“Well then, why don’t you?”

“You don’t understand, my dear girl.”

“Are you—so frightfully fond of her?”

“It’s not just a question of that. You see, I married her.”

“I know. But she’s—pretty notorious.”

He considered that for a moment, ramming in the tobacco carefully.

“Is she? I suppose she is.”

“You could divorce her, Ken.”

“My dear girl, you’ve got no business to say a thing like that. Just because men lose their heads about her a bit isn’t to say that she loses hers.”

Rosamund bit off a rejoinder. Then she said:

“You could fix it so that she divorced you—if you prefer it that way.”

“I dare say I could.”

“You ought to, Ken. Really, I mean it. There’s the child.”

“Linda?”

“Yes, Linda.”



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