Hard up, probably. These writing fellows usually

were. Looked as though he might be keen on Janet

Rustington. A nice woman--attractive and clever,

too. But she didn't ram her writing down your

throat. Highbrow sort of stuff she wrote but

you'd never think it to hear her talk. And old Leo!

He wasn't getting younger or thinner. And bliss-fully

unaware that his partner was at that moment

thinking precisely the same thing about him, Mr.

Pointz corrected Mr. Leathern as to pilchards

being connected with Devon and not Cornwall,

and prepared to enjoy his dinner.

"Mr. Pointz," said Eve when plates of hot

mackerel had been set before them and the waiters

had left the room.

"Yes, young lady."

"Have you got that big diamond with you right

now? The one you showed us last night and said

you always took about with you?"

Mr. Pointz chuckled.

"That's right. My mascot, I call it. Yes, I've got

it with me all right."

"I think that's awfully dangerous. Somebody

THE REGATTA MYSTERY

might get it away from you in the crowd at the

fair. ' '

"Not they," said Mr. Pointz. "I'll take good

care of that."

"But they might," insisted Eve. "You've got

gangsters in England as well as we have, haven't you?"

Tags: Agatha Christie Hercule Poirot Mystery
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