Agatha Christie Fullscreen Murder in Mesopotamia (1936)

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But it came to the same in the end.

Yes, yes, I see what you mean, said Mr Reiter.

But indeed, I do not see that I can be much help to you.

I am new here this season and I did not speak much with Mrs Leidner.

I regret, but indeed I can tell you nothing.

There was something a little stiff and foreign in the way he spoke, though, of course, he hadnt got any accent except an American one, I mean.

You can at least tell me whether you liked or disliked her? said Poirot with a smile.

Mr Reiter got quite red and stammered: She was a charming person most charming.

And intellectual. She had a very fine brain yes.

Bien!

You liked her.

And she liked you?

Mr Reiter got redder still.

Oh, I I dont know that she noticed me much.

And I was unfortunate once or twice.

I was always unlucky when I tried to do anything for her.

Im afraid I annoyed her by my clumsiness.

It was quite unintentionalI would have done anything

Poirot took pity on his flounderings.

Perfectly perfectly.

Let us pass to another matter.

Was it a happy atmosphere in the house?

Please?

Were you all happy together?

Did you laugh and talk?

No no, not exactly that.

There was a little stiffness.

He paused, struggling with himself, and then said: You see, I am not very good in company.

I am clumsy.

I am shy.

Dr Leidner always he has been most kind to me.

But it is stupid I cannot overcome my shyness.

I say always the wrong thing.

I upset water jugs.

I am unlucky.

He really looked like a large awkward child.

We all do these things when we are young, said Poirot, smiling.

The poise, thesavoir faire, it comes later.

Then with a word of farewell we walked on.

He said: That, ma soeur, is either an extremely simple young man or a very remarkable actor.

I didnt answer.

I was caught up once more by the fantastic notion that one of these people was a dangerous and cold-blooded murderer.

Somehow, on this beautiful still sunny morning it seemed impossible.

Chapter 21.

Mr Mercado, Richard Carey

They work in two separate places, I see, said Poirot, halting.

Mr Reiter had been doing his photography on an outlying portion of the main excavation.

A little distance away from us a second swarm of men were coming and going with baskets.

Thats what they call the deep cut, I explained.

They dont find much there, nothing but rubbishy broken pottery, but Dr Leidner always says its very interesting, so I suppose it must be.