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  Agatha Christie

  The Hollow

  A Hercule Poirot Mystery

  Dedication

  For Larry and Danae

  With apologies for using their swimming pool

  as the scene of a murder

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  About the Author

  Other Books by Agatha Christie

  Credits

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  One

  At six thirteen a.m. on a Friday morning Lucy Angkatell’s big blue eyes opened upon another day and, as always, she was at once wide awake and began immediately to deal with the problems conjured up by her incredibly active mind. Feeling urgently the need of consultation and conversation, and selecting for the purpose her young cousin, Midge Hardcastle, who had arrived at The Hollow the night before, Lady Angkatell slipped quickly out of bed, threw a négligée round her still graceful shoulders, and went along the passage to Midge’s room. Since she was a woman of disconcertingly rapid thought processes, Lady Angkatell, as was her invariable custom, commenced the conversation in her own mind, supplying Midge’s answers out of her own fertile imagination.

  The conversation was in full swing when Lady Angkatell flung open Midge’s door.

  “—And so, darling, you really must agree that the weekend is going to present difficulties!”

  “Eh? Hwah!” Midge grunted inarticulately, aroused thus abruptly from a satisfying and deep sleep.

  Lady Angkatell crossed to the window, opening the shutters and jerking up the blind with a brisk movement, letting in the pale light of a September dawn.

  “Birds!” she observed, peering with kindly pleasure through the pane. “So sweet.”

  “What?”

  “Well, at any rate, the weather isn’t going to present difficulties. It looks as though it has set in fine. That’s something. Because if a lot of discordant personalities are boxed up indoors, I’m sure you will agree with me that it makes it ten times worse. Round games perhaps, and that would be like last year when I shall never forgive myself about poor Gerda. I said to Henry afterwards it was most thoughtless of me—and one has to have her, of course, because it would be so rude to ask John without her, but it really does make things difficult—and the worst of it is that she is so nice—really it seems odd sometimes that anyone so nice as Gerda is should be so devoid of any kind of intelligence, and if that is what they mean by the law of compensation I don’t really think it is at all fair.”

  “What are you talking about, Lucy?”

  “The weekend, darling. The people who are coming tomorrow. I have been thinking about it all night and I have been dreadfully bothered about it. So it really is a relief to talk it over with you, Midge. You are always so sensible and practical.”

  “Lucy,” said Midge sternly. “Do you know what time it is?”

  “Not exactly, darling. I never do, you know.”

  “It’s quarter past six.”

  “Yes, dear,” said Lady Angkatell, with no signs of contrition.

  Midge gazed sternly at her. How maddening, how absolutely impossible Lucy was! Really, thought Midge, I don’t know why we put up with her!

  Yet even as she voiced the thought to herself, she was aware of the answer. Lucy Angkatell was smiling, and as Midge looked at her, she felt the extraordinary pervasive charm that Lucy had wielded all her life and that even now, at over sixty, had not failed her. Because of it, people all over the world, foreign potentates, ADCs, Government officials, had endured inconvenience, annoyance and bewilderment. It was the childlike pleasure and delight in her own doings that disarmed and nullified criticism. Lucy had but to open those wide blue eyes and stretch out those fragile hands, and murmur, “Oh! but I’m so sorry…” and resentment immediately vanished.

  “Darling,” said Lady Angkatell, “I’m so sorry. You should have told me!”

  “I’m telling you now—but it’s too late! I’m thoroughly awake.”

  “What a shame! But you will help me, won’t you?”

  “About the weekend? Why? What’s wrong with it?”

  Lady Angkatell sat down on the edge of the bed. It was not, Midge thought, like anyone else sitting on your bed. It was as insubstantial as though a fairy had poised itself there for a minute.

  Lady Angkatell stretched out fluttering white hands in a lovely, helpless gesture.

  “All the wrong people coming—the wrong people to be together, I mean—not in themselves. They’re all charming really.”

  “Who is coming?”

  Midge pushed thick wiry black hair back from her square forehead with a sturdy brown arm. Nothing insubstantial or fairylike about her.

  “Well, John and Gerda. That’s all right by itself. I mean, John is delightful—most attractive. And as for poor Gerda—well, I mean, we must all be very kind. Very, very kind.”

  Moved by an obscure instinct of defence, Midge said:

  “Oh, come now, she’s not as bad as that.”

  “Oh, darling, she’s pathetic. Those eyes. And she never seems to understand a single word one says.”

  “She doesn’t,” said Midge. “Not what you say—but I don’t know that I blame her. Your mind, Lucy, goes so fast, that to keep pace with it your conversation takes the most amazing leaps. All the connecting links are left out.”

  “Just like a monkey,” said Lady Angkatell vaguely.

  “But who else is coming besides the Christows? Henrietta, I suppose?”

  Lady Angkatell’s face brightened.

  “Yes—and I really do feel that she will be a tower of strength. She always is. Henrietta, you know, is really kind—kind all through, not just on top. She will help a lot with poor Gerda. She was simply wonderful last year. That was the time we played limericks, or word-making, or quotations—or one of those things, and we had all finished and were reading them out when we suddenly discovered that poor dear Gerda hadn’t even begun. She wasn’t even sure what the game was. It was dreadful, wasn’t it, Midge?”

  “Why anyone ever comes to stay with the Angkatells, I don’t know,” said Midge. “What with the brainwork, and the round games, and your peculiar style of conversation, Lucy.”

  “Yes, darling, we must be trying—and it must always be hateful for Gerda, and I often think that if she had any spirit she would stay away—but however, there it was, and the poor dear looked so bewildered and—well—mortified, you know. And John looked so dreadfully impatient. And I simply couldn’t think of how to make things all right again—and it was then that I felt so grateful to Henrietta. She turned right round to Gerda and asked about the pullover she was wearing—really a dreadful affair in faded lettuce green—too depressing and jumble sale, darling—and Gerda brightened up at once, it seems that
she had knitted it herself, and Henrietta asked her for the pattern, and Gerda looked so happy and proud. And that is what I mean about Henrietta. She can always do that sort of thing. It’s a kind of knack.”

  “She takes trouble,” said Midge slowly.

  “Yes, and she knows what to say.”

  “Ah,” said Midge. “But it goes further than saying. Do you know, Lucy, that Henrietta actually knitted that pullover?”

  “Oh, my dear.” Lady Angkatell looked grave. “And wore it?”

  “And wore it. Henrietta carries things through.”

  “And was it very dreadful?”

  “No. On Henrietta it looked very nice.”

  “Well, of course it would. That’s just the difference between Henrietta and Gerda. Everything Henrietta does she does well and it turns out right. She’s clever about nearly everything, as well as in her own line. I must say, Midge, that if anyone carries us through this weekend, it will be Henrietta. She will be nice to Gerda and she will amuse Henry, and she’ll keep John in a good temper and I’m sure she’ll be most helpful with David.”

  “David Angkatell?”

  “Yes. He’s just down from Oxford—or perhaps Cambridge. Boys of that age are so difficult—especially when they are intellectual. David is very intellectual. One wishes that they could put off being intellectual until they were rather older. As it is, they always glower at one so and bite their nails and seem to have so many spots and sometimes an Adam’s apple as well. And they either won’t speak at all, or else are very loud and contradictory. Still, as I say, I am trusting to Henrietta. She is very tactful and asks the right kind of questions, and being a sculptress they respect her, especially as she doesn’t just carve animals or children’s heads but does advanced things like that curious affair in metal and plaster that she exhibited at the New Artists last year. It looked rather like a Heath Robinson stepladder. It was called Ascending Thought—or something like that. It is the kind of thing that would impress a boy like David…I thought myself it was just silly.”

  “Dear Lucy!”

  “But some of Henrietta’s things I think are quite lovely. That Weeping Ash tree figure, for instance.”

  “Henrietta has a touch of real genius, I think. And she is a very lovely and satisfying person as well,” said Midge.

  Lady Angkatell got up and drifted over to the window again. She played absentmindedly with the blind cord.

  “Why acorns, I wonder?” she murmured.

  “Acorns?”

  “On the blind cord. Like pineapples on gates. I mean, there must be a reason. Because it might just as easily be a fircone or a pear, but it’s always an acorn. Mast, they call it in crosswords—you know, for pigs. So curious, I always think.”

  “Don’t ramble off, Lucy. You came in here to talk about the weekend and I can’t see why you were so anxious about it. If you manage to keep off round games, and try to be coherent when you’re talking to Gerda, and put Henrietta on to tame intellectual David, where is the difficulty?”

  “Well, for one thing, darling, Edward is coming.”

  “Oh, Edward.” Midge was silent for a moment after saying the name.

  Then she asked quietly:

  “What on earth made you ask Edward for this weekend?”

  “I didn’t, Midge. That’s just it. He asked himself. Wired to know if we could have him. You know what Edward is. How sensitive. If I’d wired back ‘No,’ he’d probably never have asked himself again. He’s like that.”

  Midge nodded her head slowly.

  Yes, she thought, Edward was like that. For an instant she saw his face clearly, that very dearly loved face. A face with something of Lucy’s insubstantial charm; gentle, diffident, ironic….

  “Dear Edward,” said Lucy, echoing the thought in Midge’s mind.

  She went on impatiently:

  “If only Henrietta would make up her mind to marry him. She is really fond of him, I know she is. If they had been here some weekend without the Christows…As it is, John Christow has always the most unfortunate effect on Edward. John, if you know what I mean, becomes so much more so and Edward becomes so much less so. You understand?”

  Again Midge nodded.

  “And I can’t put the Christows off because this weekend was arranged long ago, but I do feel, Midge, that it is all going to be difficult, with David glowering and biting his nails, and with trying to keep Gerda from feeling out of it, and with John being so positive and dear Edward so negative—”

  “The ingredients of the pudding are not promising,” murmured Midge.

  Lucy smiled at her.

  “Sometimes,” she said meditatively, “things arrange themselves quite simply. I’ve asked the Crime man to lunch on Sunday. It will make a distraction, don’t you think so?”

  “Crime man?”

  “Like an egg,” said Lady Angkatell. “He was in Baghdad, solving something, when Henry was High Commissioner. Or perhaps it was afterwards? We had him to lunch with some other Duty people. He had on a white duck suit, I remember, and a pink flower in his buttonhole, and black patent leather shoes. I don’t remember much about it because I never think it’s very interesting who killed who. I mean, once they are dead it doesn’t seem to matter why, and to make a fuss about it all seems so silly….”

  “But have you any crimes down here, Lucy?”

  “Oh, no, darling. He’s in one of those funny new cottages—you know, beams that bump your head and a lot of very good plumbing and quite the wrong kind of garden. London people like that sort of thing. There’s an actress in the other, I believe. They don’t live in them all the time like we do. Still,” Lady Angkatell moved vaguely across the room, “I dare say it pleases them. Midge, darling, it’s sweet of you to have been so helpful.”

  “I don’t think I have been so very helpful.”

  “Oh, haven’t you?” Lucy Angkatell looked surprised. “Well, have a nice sleep now and don’t get up to breakfast, and when you do get up, do be as rude as ever you like.”

  “Rude?” Midge looked surprised. “Why! Oh!” she laughed. “I see! Penetrating of you, Lucy. Perhaps I’ll take you at your word.”

  Lady Angkatell smiled and went out. As she passed the open bathroom door and saw the kettle and gas ring, an idea came to her.

  People were fond of tea, she knew—and Midge wouldn’t be called for hours. She would make Midge some tea. She put the kettle on and then went on down the passage.

  She paused at her husband’s door and turned the handle, but Sir Henry Angkatell, that able administrator, knew his Lucy. He was extremely fond of her, but he liked his morning sleep undisturbed. The door was locked.

  Lady Angkatell went on into her own room. She would have liked to have consulted Henry, but later would do. She stood by her open window, looked out for a moment or two, then she yawned. She got into bed, laid her head on the pillow and in two minutes was sleeping like a child.

  In the bathroom the kettle came to the boil and went on boiling….

  “Another kettle gone, Mr. Gudgeon,” said Simmons, the housemaid.

  Gudgeon, the butler, shook his grey head.

  He took the burnt-out kettle from Simmons and, going into the pantry, produced another kettle from the bottom of the plate cupboard where he had a stock of half a dozen.

  “There you are, Miss Simmons. Her ladyship will never know.”

  “Does her ladyship often do this sort of thing?” asked Simmons.

  Gudgeon sighed.

  “Her ladyship,” he said, “is at once kindhearted and very forgetful, if you know what I mean. But in this house,” he continued, “I see to it that everything possible is done to spare her ladyship annoyance or worry.”

  Two

  Henrietta Savernake rolled up a little strip of clay and patted it into place. She was building up the clay head of a girl with swift practised skill.

  In her ears, but penetrating only to the edge of her understanding, was the thin whine of a slightly common voice:
r />   “And I do think, Miss Savernake, that I was quite right! ‘Really,’ I said, ‘if that’s the line you’re going to take!’ Because I do think, Miss Savernake, that a girl owes it to herself to make a stand about these sort of things—if you know what I mean. ‘I’m not accustomed,’ I said, ‘to having things like that said to me, and I can only say that you must have a very nasty imagination!’ One does hate unpleasantness, but I do think I was right to make a stand, don’t you, Miss Savernake?”

  “Oh, absolutely,” said Henrietta with a fervour in her voice which might have led someone who knew her well to suspect that she had not been listening very closely.

  “‘And if your wife says things of that kind,’ I said, ‘well, I’m sure I can’t help it!’ I don’t know how it is, Miss Savernake, but it seems to be trouble wherever I go, and I’m sure it’s not my fault. I mean, men are so susceptible, aren’t they?” The model gave a coquettish little giggle.

  “Frightfully,” said Henrietta, her eyes half-closed.

  “Lovely,” she was thinking. “Lovely that plane just below the eyelid—and the other plane coming up to meet it. That angle by the jaw’s wrong…I must scrape off there and build up again. It’s tricky.”

  Aloud she said in her warm, sympathetic voice:

  “It must have been most difficult for you.”

  “I do think jealousy’s so unfair, Miss Savernake, and so narrow, if you know what I mean. It’s just envy, if I may say so, because someone’s better-looking and younger than they are.”

  Henrietta, working on the jaw, said absently: “Yes, of course.”

 

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