Evening star., 1940-05-19

You must have seen her: Oh, my dear - too
delicious Lovely technique. The SudA OF
Tuonela you must have seen that? My
decor! And that other thing of Debussy - or
is it Mannine - La Biche an Bois' She danced
it with Michael Novgin He's SO marvellous.
isn't he?'
And she was friend of Sanderileld2"
YES, she used to week end with him at his
house on the river Marvellous parties believe
he gave.
Would it be possible. mon cher, for you to
introduce me to oMademoisele Samoushenka?"
But, my dear she isn't here any longer.
She went to Paris or somewhere quite sud
denly You know they do say that she was a
Bolshevik spy or something - not that be-
lieved it myself - you know people love say
ing things like that. Katrina always pretended
that she was White Russian - her father
was Prince or Grand Duke - the usual
thing 1t goes down so much better
Vande paused and returned to the absorb
ing subject of himself Nov as was saying,
if you want to get the spirit of Bath -sheba
you've got to steep yourself in the Semitic So
tradition. express it by -
He continued happily.
The interview that Hercule Poirot managed
to arrange with Sir George Sanderfleld did not
start too auspiciously.
The dark horse" as Ambrose Vandel had
called him. was slightly ill at ease. Sir George
was short square man with dark coarse hair
and roll of fat in his neck. He said: well,
NJ Poirot. what can l do for you? Er - we
haven't met before, think
No we have not met
We'll, what is it? | confess, I'm quite
curious
oh, it is very simple a mere matter of
information.
The other gave an uneasy laugh.
Want me to give you some inside dope. eh'
Didn't know you were interested in finance.
1T is not matter of affairs 1t is a question
of a certain person
oh. a person" Sir George Sanderield
leaned back in his armchair. He seemed TO- >
relax His voice held an easier note.
+ OIROT said: You were acquainted, think
with Mademoisee Katrina Samoushenka|'
Sandcrreld laughed An enchanting crea
ture. Pity shes left London
Why did she leave London?'
MY dear fellow | don't know. Row with
the management, believe. She was tempera
mental. you know - very Russian in her
moods. I'm sorry that can't help you, but
haven't the least idea where she is now. |
haven't kept up with her at all.
But it is not Mademolsee Samoushenka
that am anxious to trace. 1t is her maid,
Her maid" Sanderiield stared at him.
DO you perhaps remember her mad:'
All Sanderlleld's uneasiness had returned
He said awkwardlya: Good Lord. no. How
should |: remember she had one, of course
Bit of a bad lot, too. Sneaking prying sort of
girl. If were you shouldn't put any faith
in word that girl says
Poirot murmured: You seem to remember
quite lot about her"
Just an impression, that's all Don't even
remember her name. Let me see. Marie some
thing or other No, I'm afraid | can't help
you to get hold of her.
Poirot said gently: Il have already got the
name of Marie HELM from the theater, and
her address, But | am speaking, Sir George,
of the maid who was with Mademolselle
Samoushenka before Marie HELM. am speak
of Nita Valetta.'
Sanderileld said: Don't remember her at
all. Marie's the only one remember. Little
dark girl with nasty kind of smirk.