"As a matter of fact she is going to America on
business for me almost at once."
"Oh!" Basil's tone was blank. "Well," he said.
"I'll be getting along .... "
Mr. Parker Pyne smiled. On his way to his
cabin he tapped on the door of Madeleine's.
"How are you, my dear? All right? Our young
friend has been along. The usual slight attack of
Madeleinitis. He'll get over it in a day or two, bu
t
you are rather distracting."
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Agatha Christie
Smiling at the pleasing conceit, he lifted the
receiver.
Immediately a voice spoke--a soft husky
woman's voice with a kind of desperate urgency
about it.
"Is that M. Hercule Poirot? Is that M. Hercule
Poirot ?"
"Hercule Poirot speaks."
"M. Poirot--can you come at once--at once--
I'm in danger--in great danger--I know it "
Poirot
said sharply,
"Who
are you? Where are you speaking from?"
The