"And you? Is it not that you are on a holiday also?"
"Holiday!" Mr. Ferguson snorted. Then he added cryptically, "I'm studying conditions."
"Very interesting," murmured Poirot and moved gently out on to the deck.
Miss Van Schuyler was established in the best corner. Cornelia knelt in front of her, her arms outstretched with a skein of grey wool upon them. Miss Bowers was sitting very upright reading the Saturday Evening Post.
Poirot wandered gently onward dov the starboard deck. As he passed round the stern of the boat he almost ran into a woman who turned a startled face towards him--a dark piquant Latin face. She was neatly dressed in black and had been standing talking to a big burly man in uniform--one of the engineers by the look of him. There was a queer expression on both their faces--guilt and alarm. Poirot wondered what they had been talking about.
He rounded the stern and continued his walk along the port side. A cabin door opened and Mrs. Otterbourne emerged and nearly fell into his arms. She was wearing a scarlet satin dressing-gown.
"So sorry," she apologised. "Dear Mr. Poirot--so very sorry. The motion-- just the motion, you know. Never did have any sea legs. If the boat would only keep still "She clutched at his arm. "It's the pitching I can't stand Never really happy at sea And left all alone here hour after hour. That girl of mine no sympathy--no understanding of her poor old mother who's done everything for her . .
"Mrs. Otterbourne began to weep. "Slaved for her I have .worn myself to the bone to the bone. A grande amoureuse--that's what I might have been--a grande amoureuse--sacrificed everything---everything · . · and nobody cares! But YI1 tell every one I'll tell them now--how she neglects me--how hard she is making me come on this journeybored to death I'll go and tell them now--" She surged forward. Poirot gently repressed the action.
"I will send her to you, Madame. Re-enter your cabin. It is best that way--"
"No. I want to tell every one--every one on the boat--"
"It is too dangerous, Madame. The sea is too rough. You might be swept overboard."
Mrs. Otterbourne looked at him doubtfully.
"You think so. You really think so?"
"I do."
He was successful. Mrs. Otterbourne wavered, faltered and re-entered her cabin.
Poirot's nostrils twitched once or twice. Then he nodded and walked on to where Rosalie Otterbourne was sitting between Mrs. Allerton and Tim.
"Your mother wants you, Mademoiselle."
She had been laughing quite happily. Now her face clouded over. She shot a quick suspicious look at him and hurried along the deck.
"I can't make that child out," said Mrs. Allerton. "She varies so. One day she's friendly--the next day she's positively rude."
"Thoroughly spoilt and bad-tempered," said Tim.
Mrs. Allerton shook her head.
"No. I don't think it's that. I think she's unhappy."
Tim shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh, well, I suppose we've all got our private troubles."
His voice sounded hard and curt.
A booming noise was heard.
"Lunch," cried Mrs. Allerton delightedly. "I'm starving."
That evening Poirot noticed that Mrs. Allerton was sitting' talking to Miss Van
Schuyler. As he passed Mrs. Allerton closed one eye and opened it again.
She was saying: "Of course at Calfries Castlc the dear Duke "
Cornelia, released from attendance, was out on the deck. She was listening to Dr. Bessner who was instructing her somewhat ponderously in Egyptology as culled from the pages of Baedeker. Cornelia listened with rapt attention.
Leaning over the rail Tim Allerton was saying:
"Anyhow, it's a rotten world "
Rosalie Otterbourne answered: "It's unfair Some people have everything." Poirot sighed.
He was glad that he was no longer young.
CHAPTER 9
On the Monday morning various expressions of delight and appreciation were heard on the deck of the Karnak. The steamer was moored to the bank and a few hundred yards away, the morning sun just striking it, was a great temple carved out of the face of the rock. Four colossal figures, hewn out of the cliff, look out eternally over the Nile and face the rising sun.
Cornelia Robson said incoherently: "Oh, M.
Poirot, isn't it wonderful? I mean they're so big and so peaceful and looking at them makes one feel that one's so small and--and rather like an insect--and that nothing matters very much really, does it?" Mr. Fanthorp who was standing near by, murmured: "Very--er--impressive." "Grand, isn't it?" said Simon Doyle, strolling up. He went on confidentially to Poirot. "You know, I'm not much of a fellow for temples and sight-seeing and all that, but a place like this sort of gets you, if you know what I mean. Those old Pharoahs must have been wonderful fellows." The others had drifted away. Simon lowered his voice.
"I'm no end glad we came on this trip. It's--well, it's cleared things up.
Amazing why it should but there it is. Linnet's got her nerve back. She says it's because/she's actually faced the business at last." "I think that is very probable," said Poirot.
"She says that when she actually saw J ackie on the boat she felt terrible--and then--suddenly--it didn't matter any more. We're both agreed that we won't try and dodge her any more. We'll just meet her on her own ground and show her that this ridiculous stunt of hers doesn't worry us a bit. It's just damned bad form--that's all. She thought she'd get us badly rattled--but now, well, we just aren't rattled any more. That ought to show her.' "Yes" said Poirot thoughtfully. "So that's splendid, isn't it?" "Oh yes, yes." Linnet came along the deck. She was dressed in a soft shade of apricot linen.
She was smiling.
She greeted poirot with no pticular enthusiasm, just gave him a cool nod and then drew her husband away.
Poirot realised with a momentary flicker of amusement that he had not made himself popular by his critical attitude. Linnet was used to unqualified admiration of all she was or did. Hercule Poirot had sinned noticeably against this creed.
Mrs. Allerton, joining him, murmured: "What a difference in that girl! She looked worried and not very happy at Assuan. To-day she looks so happy that one might almost be afraid she was fey." Before Poirot could respond as he meant the party was called to order. The official dragoman took charge and the party was led ashore to visit Abu Simbel.
Poirot himself fell into step with Andrew Pennington. "It is your first visit to Egypt--yes?" he asked.
"Why, no, I was here in 1923. That is to say, I was in Cairo. I've never been this trip up the Nile before." "You came over on the Carmanic, I believe at least so Mrs. Doyle was telling me." Pennington shot a shrewd glance in his direction.
"Why yes, that is so," he admitted.
"I wondered if you had happened to come across some friends of mine who were aboard--the Rushington Smiths." "I can't recall any one of that name. The boat was full and we had bad weather.
A lot of passengers hardly appeared and in any case the voyage is so short one doesn't get to know who is on board and who isn't." "Yes, that is very true. What a pleasant surprise your running into Mrs. Doyle and her husband. You had no idea they were married?" "No. Mrs. Doyle had written me, but the letter was forwarded on and I only received it some days after our unexpected meeting in Cairo." "You have known her for very many years, I understand?"
"Why, I should say I have, M. Poirot. I've known Linnet Ridgeway since she was just a cute little thing so high---" He made an illustrating gesture. "Her father and I were lifelong friends. A very remarkable man, Melhuish Ridgeway--and a very successful one."
"His daughter comes into a considerable fortune, I understand Ah, pardon--perhaps it is not delicate what I say there." Andrew Pennington seemed slightly amused.
"Oh, that's pretty common knowledge. Yes, Linnet's a wealthy woman." "I suppose, though, that the recent slump is bound to affect any stock, however sound it may be?" Pennington took a moment or two to answer. He said a
t last: "That, of course, is true to a certain extent. The position is very difficult in these days." Poirot murmured.
"I should imagine, however, that Mrs. Doyle has a keen business head." "That is so. Yes, that is so. Linnet is a clever practical girl." They came to a halt. The guide proceeded to instruct them on the subject of the temple bufit by the great Rameses. The four colossi of Rameses himself, one pair on each side of the entrance, hewn out of the living rock looked down on the straggling little party of tourists.
Signor Richetti, disdaining the remarks of the dragoman, was busy examining the reliefs of negro and Syrian captives on the bases of the colossi on either side of the entrance.
When the party entered the temple, a sense of dimness and peace came over them.
The still vividly coloured reliefs on some of the inner walls were pointed out, but the party tended to break up into groups.
Dr.
Bessner read sonorously in German from a Baedeker, pausing every now and then to translate for the benefit of Cornelia who walked in a docile manner beside him. This was not to continue, however. Miss Van Schuyler, entering on the arm of the phlegmatic Miss Bowers, uttered a commanding "Cornelia, come here," and the instruction had perforce to cease. Dr. Bessner beamed after her vaguely through his thick lenses.
"A very nice maiden, that," he announced to Poirot. "She does not look so starved as some of these young women--no, she has the nice curves-- She listens, too, very intelligently--it is a pleasure to instruct her." It fleeted across Poirot's mind that it seemed to be Cornelia's fate either to be bullied or instructed. In any case she was always the listener, never the talker.
Miss Bowers, momentarily released by the peremptory summons of Cornelia, was standing in the middle of the temple looking about her with her cool incurious gaze.
Her reaction to the wonders of the past was succinct.
"The guide says the name of one of these gods or goddesses was Mut. Can you beat it?" There was an inner sanctuary where sat four figures eternally presiding, strangely dignified in their dim aloofness.
Before them stood Linnet and her husband. Her arm was in his, her face lifted a typical face of the new civilisation, intelligent, curious, untouched by the past.
Simon said suddenly: "Let's get out of here. I don't like these four fellows---especially the one in the high hat."
"That's Amon, I suppose. And that one is Rameses. Why don't you like them?
I think they're very impressive."
"They're a damned sight too impressivethere's something uncanny about them. Come out into the sunlight."
Linnet laughed, but yielded.
They came out of the temple into the sunshine with the sand yellow and warm about their feet. Linnet began to laugh. At their feet in a row, presenting a momentarily gruesome appearance as though sawn from their bodies, were the heads of half a dozen Nubian boys. The eyes rolled, the heads moved rhythmically from side to side, the lips chanted a new invocation.
"Hip, hip, hurray! Hip, hip, hurray! Very good, very nice. Thank you very much."
"How absurd! How do they do it? Are they really buried very deep?"
Simon produced some small change.
"Very good, very nice, very expensive," he mimicked.
Two small boys in charge of the "show" picked up the coins neatly.
Linnet and Simon passed on.
They had no wish to return to the boat, and they were weary of sightseeing.
They settled themselves with their backs to the cliff and let the warm sun bake them through .
"How lovely the sun is," thought Linnet. "How warm how safe How lovely it is to be happy How lovely to be me---meme----Linnet--" Her eyes dosed. She was half asleep, half awake, drifting in the midst of thought that was like the sand drifting and blowing.
Simon's eyes were open. They, too, held contentment. What a fool he'd been to be rattled that first night There was nothing to be rattled about .
Everything was all right After all, one could trust Jackie-- There was a shout--some one running towards him waving their arms--shouting .
Simon stared stupidly for a moment. Then he sprang to his feet and dragged Linnet with him. e- Not a minute too soon. A big boulder hurtling down the cliff crashed past them. If Linnet had remained where she was she would have been crushed to atoms.
White-faced they clung together. Hercule Poirot and Tim Allerton ran up to them.
"Ma foi, Madame, that was a near thing." All four instinctively looked up at the cliff. There was nothing to be seen. But there was a path along the top. Poirot remembered seeing some natives walking along there when they had first come ashore.
He looked at the husband and wife. Linnet looked dazed still bewildered.
Simon, however, was inarticulate with rage.
"God damn her," he ejaculated.
He checked himself with a quick glance at Tim Allerton.
The latter said: "Phew, that was near! Did some fool bowl that thing over, or did it get detached on its own?" Linnet was very pale. She said with difficulty: "I think--some fool must have done it." "Might have crushed you like an eggshell. Sure you haven't got an enemy, Linnet?"
Linnet swallowed twice and found difficulty in answering the lighthearted raillery.
Poirot said quickly: "Come back to the boat, Madame. You must have a restorative." They walked there silently, Simon still full of pent-up rage, Tim trying to talk cheerfully and distract Linnet's mind from the danger she had run, Poirot with a grave face.
And then, just as they reached the gang-plank, Simon stopped dead. A look of amazement spread over his face.
Jacqueline de Bellefort was just coming ashore. Dressed in blue gingham she looked childish this morning.
"Good God," said Simon under his breath. "So it was an accident, after all." The anger went out of his face. An overwhelming relief showed so plainly that Jacqueline noticed something amiss.
"Good-morning," she said. "I'm afraid I'm a little on the late side." She gave them all a nod and stepped ashore and proceeded in the direction of the temple.
Simon clutched Poirot's arm. The other two had gone on.
"My God, that's a relief. I thought--I thought--"
Poirot nodded.
"Yes, yes, I know what you thought." But he himself still looked grave and preoccupied.
He turned his head and noted carefully what had become of the rest of the party from the ship.
Miss Van Schuyler was slowly returning on the arm of Miss Bowers.
A little farther away Mrs. Allerton was standing laughing at the little Nubian row of heads. Mrs. Otterbourne was with her.
The others were nowhere in sight.
Poirot shook his head as he followed Simon slowly on to the boat.
CHAPTER 10
"Will you explain to me, Madame, the meaning of the word fey?" Mrs. Allerton looked slightly surprised.
She and Poirot were toiling slowly up to the rock overlooking the Second Cataract. Most of the others had gone up on camels, but Poirot had felt that the motion of the camel was slightly reminiscent of that of a ship. Mrs. AileRon had put it on the grounds of personal dignity.
They had arrived at Wadi Halfa the night before. This morning two launches had conveyed all the party to the Second Cataract with the exception of Signor Richetti, who had insisted on making an excursion of his own to a remote spot called Semna, which he explained was of paramount interest as being the gateway of Nubia in the time of Amenemhet III, and where there was a stele recording the fact that on entering Egypt negroes must pay custom duties. Everything had been done to discourage this example of individuality but with no avail. Signor Richetti was determined and had waved aside each obi ection--(1) that the expedition was not worth making---(2) that the expedition could not be made owing to the impossibility of getting a car there (3) that no car could be obtained to do the trip--(4) that a car would be a prohibitive price. Having scoffed at 1, expressed incredulity at 2, offered to find a car himself to 3, and bargained
fluently in Arabic for 4, Signor Richetti had at last departed his departure being arranged in a secret and furtive manner in case some of the other tourists should take it into their heads to stray from the appointed paths of sightseeing.
"Fey?" Mrs. Allerton put her head on one side as she considered her reply.
"Well, it's a Scotch word, really. It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know--it's too good to be true." She enlarged on the theme. Poirot listened attentively.
"I thank you, Madame. I understand now. It is odd that you should have said that yesterday--when Madame Doyle was to escape death so shortly afterwards." Mrs. Allerton gave a little shiver.
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