AUDIO BOOK - POIROT
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Middle Aged (35-54)Transcript
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Derek Kettering went straight to the new Gresko, where he ordered a couple of cocktails and drank of them rapidly. Then he stared moodily out over the dazzling Blue Sea. He noted the passes by mechanically a damned dull crowd, badly dressed and painfully un interesting. One hardly ever saw anything worthwhile nowadays. Then he corrected this last impression rapidly as a woman placed herself for the table a little distance away from him. She was wearing a marvelous conviction of orange and black with a little hat that shaded her face. He ordered a third cocktail. He stared out to sea again, and then suddenly he started. A well known perfume, assailed his nostrils, and he looked up to see the orange and black lady standing beside him. He saw her face now and recognized her. It was moral. She was smiling. That insolent, seductive smile he knew so well. Tariq, she murmured, You are pleased to see me now. She dropped into a seat the other side of the table. But welcome me then stupid one, she mocked. This is an unexpected pleasure, said Derek. When did you leave London? She shrugged her shoulders a day or two ago on the Parthenon have. How do you say it given them the chuck? Really? You're not very amiable. Dedic. Do you expect me to pay? Miral lit a cigarette and puffed it for a few minutes before saying, You think perhaps that this is not prudent. So soon? Derek stared at her. Then he shrugged his shoulders and remarked formally, You were lunching here. May we? I am lunching with you. I am exceedingly sorry, said Derek. I have a very important engagement Monday, but you men are like Children, exclaimed the dancer. But yes, it is the spoiled child that you act to me. Ever since that day in London, when you flung yourself out of my flat, you sulk. Ah, May set. Anyway. My dear girl said, Derek, I really don't know what you're talking about. We agreed in London that rats desert a sinking ship that is ALS, that there is to be said in spite of his careless words. His face looked haggard and strained. Merrill leaned forward. Suddenly you cannot deceive me, she murmured. I know what you have done for me. He looked up at a sharply, some undercurrent in her voice arrested his attention. She nodded ahead of him. Ah, have no fear. I am discreet. You are magnificent. Whoever Superb courage. But all the same it was I who gave you the idea that day when I said to you in London that accidents sometimes happen.
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