The Regatta Mystery and Other Stories (Hercule Poirot 21)

"Nothing at all, I admit. I am interested in the

classification of emotional reactions as exempli-fied

by certain racial types. That is all. Let us

return to the consideration of your particular

problem."

"I don't really know why I came to you," said

Evan Llewellyn. His hands twitched nervously,

and his dark face had a haggard look. He did not

look at Mr. Parker Pyne and that gentleman's

scrutiny seemed to make him uncomfortable. "I

don't know why I came to you," he repeated.

"But where the Hell can I go? And what the Hell

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can I do? It'9 the powerlessness of not being able

to do anythirg at all that gets me .... I saw your

advertisement and I remembered that a chap had

once spoken if you and said that you got results.

. . . And--w¢ll--I came! I suppose I was a fool.

It's the sort of position nobody can do anything

about."

"Not at all," said Mr. Parker Pyne. "I am the

proper persors to come to. I am a specialist in un.

happiness. This business has obviously caused you

a good deal of pain. You are sure the facts are

exactly as you have told me?"

"I don't tlaink I've left out anything. Pointz

brought out the diamond and passed it around--that

wretched American child stuck it on her

ridiculous bag and when we came to look at the