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thought that even if anyone was watching me from somewhere, it would seem natural enough under the circumstances. It was a squalid, dirty place. There were no windows, which seemed queer. I guessed the door would be locked, but I didnā€™t try it. There were some battered old pictures on the walls, representing scenes from Faust.ā€

Janeā€™s two listeners gave a simultaneous ā€œAh!ā€ The girl nodded.

ā€œYesā ā€”it was the place in Soho where Mr. Beresford was imprisoned. Of course, at the time I didnā€™t even know if I was in London. One thing was worrying me dreadfully, but my heart gave a great throb of relief when I saw my ulster lying carelessly over the back of a chair. And the magazine was still rolled up in the pocket!

ā€œIf only I could be certain that I was not being overlooked! I looked carefully round the walls. There didnā€™t seem to be a peephole of any kindā ā€”nevertheless I felt kind of sure there must be. All of a sudden I sat down on the edge of the table, and put my face in my hands, sobbing out a ā€˜Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!ā€™ Iā€™ve got very sharp ears. I distinctly heard the rustle of a dress, and slight creak. That was enough for me. I was being watched!

ā€œI lay down on the bed again, and by and by Mrs. Vandemeyer brought me some supper. She was still sweet as they make them. I guess sheā€™d been told to win my confidence. Presently she produced the oilskin packet, and asked me if I recognized it, watching me like a lynx all the time.

ā€œI took it and turned it over in a puzzled sort of way. Then I shook my head. I said that I felt I ought to remember something about it, that it was just as though it was all coming back, and then, before I could get hold of it, it went again. Then she told me that I was her niece, and that I was to call her ā€˜Aunt Rita.ā€™ I did obediently, and she told me not to worryā ā€”my memory would soon come back.

ā€œThat was an awful night. Iā€™d made my plan whilst I was waiting for her. The papers were safe so far, but I couldnā€™t take the risk of leaving them there any longer. They might throw that magazine away any minute. I lay awake waiting until I judged it must be about two oā€™clock in the morning. Then I got up as softly as I could, and felt in the dark along the left-hand wall. Very gently, I unhooked one of the pictures from its nailā ā€”Marguerite with her casket of jewels. I crept over to my coat and took out the magazine, and an odd envelope or two that I had shoved in. Then I went to the washstand, and damped the brown paper at the back of the picture all round. Presently I was able to pull it away. I had already torn out the two stuck-together pages from the magazine, and now I slipped them with their precious enclosure between the picture and its brown paper backing. A little gum from the envelopes helped me to stick the latter up again. No one would dream the picture had ever been tampered with. I rehung it on the wall, put the magazine back in my coat pocket, and crept back to bed. I was pleased with my hiding-place. Theyā€™d never think of pulling to pieces one of their own pictures. I hoped that theyā€™d come to the conclusion that Danvers had been carrying a dummy all along, and that, in the end, theyā€™d let me go.

ā€œAs a matter of fact, I guess thatā€™s what they did think at first, and, in a way, it was dangerous for me. I learnt afterwards that they nearly did away with me then and thereā ā€”there was never much chance of their ā€˜letting me goā€™ā ā€”but the first man, who was the boss, preferred to keep me alive on the chance of my having hidden them, and being able to tell where if I recovered my memory. They watched me constantly for weeks. Sometimes theyā€™d ask me questions by the hourā ā€”I guess there was nothing they didnā€™t know about the third degree!ā ā€”but somehow I managed to hold my own. The strain of it was awful, though.ā ā€Šā ā€¦

ā€œThey took me back to Ireland, and over every step of the journey again, in case Iā€™d hidden it somewhere en route. Mrs. Vandemeyer and another woman never left me for a moment. They spoke of me as a young relative of Mrs. Vandemeyerā€™s whose mind was affected by the shock of the Lusitania. There was no one I could appeal to for help without giving myself away to them, and if I risked it and failedā ā€”and Mrs. Vandemeyer looked so rich, and so beautifully dressed, that I felt convinced theyā€™d take her word against mine, and think it was part of my mental trouble to think myself ā€˜persecutedā€™ā ā€”I felt that the horrors in store for me would be too awful once they knew Iā€™d been only shamming.ā€

Sir James nodded comprehendingly.

ā€œMrs. Vandemeyer was a woman of great personality. With that and her social position she would have had little difficulty in imposing her point of view in preference to yours. Your sensational accusations against her would not easily have found credence.ā€

ā€œThatā€™s what I thought. It ended in my being sent to a sanatorium at Bournemouth. I couldnā€™t make up my mind at first whether it was a sham affair or genuine. A hospital nurse had charge of me. I was a special patient. She seemed so nice and normal that at last I determined to confide in her. A merciful providence just saved me in time from falling into the trap. My door happened to be ajar, and I heard her talking to someone in the passage. She was one of them! They still fancied it might be a bluff on my part, and she was put in charge of

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