Agatha Christie Fullscreen Twisted House (1949)

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In front of me a round white blob appeared to float in space.

It was some few seconds before I realised that it was a human face I was looking at - a face suspended in the air about a foot or two away from me.

As my faculties returned, my vision became more precise.

The face still had its goblin suggestion - it was round with a bulging brow, combed back hair and small rather beady, black eyes.

But it was definitely attached to a body - a small skinny body.

It was regarding me very earnestly.

"Hullo," it said.

"Hullo," I replied, blinking.

"I'm Josephine."

I had already deduced that.

Sophia's sister, Josephine, was, I judged, about eleven or twelve years of age.

She was a fantastically ugly child with a very distinct likeness to her grandfather.

It seemed to me possible that she also had his brains.

"You're Sophia's young man," said Josephine.

I acknowledged the correctness of this remark.

"But you came down here with Chief Inspector Taverner.

Why did you come with Chief Inspector Taverner?"

"He's a friend of mine."

"Is he?

I don't like him.

I shan't tell him things."

"What sort of things?"

"The things that I know.

I know a lot of things.

I like knowing things."

She sat down on the arm of the chair and continued her searching scrutiny of my face.

I began to feel quite uncomfortable.

"Grandfather's been murdered.

Did you know?"

"Yes," I said. "I knew."

"He was poisoned.

With es-er-ine." She pronounced the word very carefully. "It's interesting, isn't it?"

"I suppose it is."

"Eustace and I are very interested.

We like detective stories.

I've always wanted to be a detective.

I'm being one now.

I'm collecting clues."

She was, I felt, rather a ghoulish child.

She returned to the charge.

"The man who came with Chief Inspector Taverner is a detective too, isn't he?

In books it says you can always know plain clothes detectives by their boots.

But this detective was wearing suede shoes."

"The old order changeth," I said.

Josephine interpreted this remark according to her own ideas.

"Yes," she said, "there will be a lot of changes here now, I expect.

We shall go and live in a house in London on the embankment.

Mother has wanted to for a long time.

She'll be very pleased.

I don't expect father will mind if his books go, too.