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chapter 6

m. gaston blondin, the proprietor of that modish little restaurant chez ma tante, was not a man

who delighted to honour many of his clientéle. the rich, the beautiful, the notorious and the well-

born might wait in vain to be signalled out and paid special attention. only in the rarest cases did

m. blondin, with gracious condescension, greet a guest, accompany him to a privileged table, and

exchange with him suitable and apposite remarks.

on this particular night, m. blondin had exercised his royal prerogative three times - once for a

duchess, once for a famous racing peer, and once for a little man of comical appearance with

immense black moustaches, who, a casual onlooker would have thought, could bestow no favour

on chez ma tante by his presence there.

m. blondin, however, was positively fulsome in his attentions. though clients had been told for

the last half hour that a table was not to be had, one now mysteriously appeared, placed in a most

favourable position.

m. blondin conducted the client to it with every appearance of empressement.

"but naturally, for you there is always a table, monsieur poirot! how i wish that you would

honour us oftener."

hercule poirot smiled, remembering that past incident wherein a dead body, a waiter, m. blondin,

and a very lovely lady had played a part.

"you are too amiable, monsieur blondin," he said.

"and you are alone, monsieur poirot?"

"yes, i am alone."

"oh, well, jules here will compose for you a little meal that will be a poem - positively a poem!

women, however charming, have this disadvantage: they distract the mind from food! you will

enjoy your dinner, monsieur poirot; i promise you that. now, as to wine -"

a technical conversation ensued, jules, the maitre d'hфtel, assisting.

before departing, m. blondin lingered a moment, lowering his voice confidentially.

"you have grave affairs on hand?"

poirot shook his head.

"i am, hélas, a man of leisure," he said sadly. "i have made the economies in my time and i have

now the means to enjoy a life of idleness."

"i envy you."

"no, no, you would be unwise to do so. i can assure you, it is not so gay as it sounds." he sighed.

"how true is the saying that man was forced to invent work in order to escape the strain of having

to think."

m. blondin threw up his hands.

"but there is so much! there is travel!"

"yes, there is travel. already i have done not so badly. this winter i shall visit egypt, i think. the

climate, they say, is superb! one will escape from the fogs, the greyness, the monotony of the

constantly falling rain."

"ah! egypt," breathed m. blondin.

"one can even voyage there now, i believe, by train, escaping all sea travel except the channel."

"ah, the sea, it does not agree with you?"

hercule poirot shook his head and shuddered slightly.

"i, too," said m. blondin with sympathy. "curious the effect it has upon the stomach."

"but only upon certain stomachs! there are people on whom the motion makes no impression

whatever. they actually enjoy it!"

"an unfairness of the good god," said m. blondin.

he shook his head sadly, and, brooding on the impious thought, withdrew.

smooth-footed, deft-handed waiters ministered to the table. toast melba, butter, an ice pail, all the

adjuncts to a meal of quality.

the negro orchestra broke into an ecstasy of strange discordant noises. london danced.

hercule poirot looked on, registering impressions in his neat orderly mind.

how bored and weary most of the faces were! some of those stout men, however, were enjoying

themselves... whereas a patient endurance seemed to be the sentiment exhibited on their partners'

faces. the fat woman in purple was looking radiant... undoubtedly the fat had certain

compensations in life... a zest - a gusto - denied to those of more fashionable contours.

a good sprinkling of young people - some vacant looking - some bored - some definitely unhappy.

how absurd to call youth the time of happiness - youth, the time of greatest vulnerability!

his glance softened as it rested on one particular couple. a well-matched pair - tall broad-

shouldered man, slender delicate girl. two bodies that moved in a perfect rhythm of happiness.

happiness in the place, the hour, and in each other.

the dance stopped abruptly. hands clapped and it started again. after a second encore the couple

returned to their table close by poirot. the girl was flushed, laughing. as she sat, he could study

her face, lifted laughing to her companion. there was something else beside laughter in her eyes.

hercule poirot shook his head doubtfully.

"she cares too much, that little one," he said to himself. "it is not safe. no, it is not safe."

and then a word caught his ear, "egypt."

their voices came to him clearly - the girl's young, fresh, arrogant, with just a trace of soft-

sounding foreign r's, and the man's pleasant, low-toned, well-bred english.

"i'm not counting my chickens before they're hatched, simon. i tell you linnet won't let us down!"

"i might let her down."

"nonsense - it's just the right job for you."

"as a matter of fact i think it is... i haven't really any doubts as to my capability. and i mean to

make good - for your sake!"

the girl laughed softly, a laugh of pure happiness.

"we'll wait three months - to make sure you don't get the sack - and then -"

"and then i'll endow thee with my worldly goods - that's the hang of it, isn't it?"

"and, as i say, we'll go to egypt for our honeymoon. damn the expense! i've always wanted to go

to egypt all my life. the nile and the pyramids and the sand..."

he said, his voice slightly indistinct: "we'll see it together, jackie... together. won't it be

marvellous?"

"i wonder. will it be as marvellous to you as it is to me? do you really care - as much as i do?"

her voice was suddenly sharp - her eyes dilated - almost with fear.

the man's answer came quickly crisp, "don't be absurd, jackie."

but the girl repeated, "i wonder..."

then she shrugged her shoulders.

"let's dance."

hercule poirot murmured to himself:

"un qui aime et un qui se laisse aimer. yes, i wonder too."

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