The Wilmington morning star., 1947-07-30
How DC you mean, Echo?"
Is BY Asaiho Christie maewen Distributed

yn9hf. IS4o. BY Agofho ChrSiis maIiowon 0istib,
How DC you mean, Echo?"
This piace-The Hollow itself!
l almost saw it before-on Satur-
day when Edward and l walked
up to the .idge. An echo of Aims
wick; And that's what we are.
We Angkatells. Echoes! We're not
real-not real as John was real" ;"
She turned to Foirot. Il wish YOU
had known him, M. Poirot. We're
all shadows compared with John.
John was really alive
Il knew that even when he was
dying MsGemoiselle.''
Il know. One felt it. And
John is dead, and we, the echoes,
are alive. . . It's like, you know,
a very bad joke. :"
The youth had gone from her
face again. Her lips were twisted,
bitter with sudden pain.
When Poirot spoke, asking a
question, she did not, for a mo-
ment, take in what he was saying
Il am sorry. What did you say,
M. Poirol?"
Il was asking whether your
aunt Lazy Angkatel, liked DR..
ChristoW.
Lucy? She is a cousin, by the
way, not an aunt. Yes, she liked
him very much"
And ycur-also a cousin?-Mr
Edward Angkatell-did he like DR..
Christow?"
Her volce was, he thought, a lit
tie constrained, as she replied:
Not particularly-but then he
hardly knew him."
AND your - yet another cous.
in? MI. David Angkatell?"
Henrietta smiled.
David, l think, hates all of us.
He spends his time imnured in
the library reading the Encyclo.
pedia Britannica
"Ah, a :erious temperament"
Il am sorry for David. He has
had difficult home life-his
mother was unbalanced-an inva
lid. Now his only way of protect
ing himself is TO try to feel su
perior to everyone. It's all right
as long as it works, but now aae
then it breaks down and the vul
nerable David peeps through"
Did he feel himself superior te
DR.. Christow?'
He tried to-bur l don't think
it came off. l suspect that Johf
ChristoW was just the kind O.
man that David would like to be
He disliked john IN consequence.
| Poirot nodded bis head tn ough:
FULLY.
Eyes - self assurance, conf
dence, virility- all the intensive
male qualities. 1t is interesting
very interesting.
Henrietta did ros answer.
Through the chcstnuts. down by
tie pool, Hercule Poirot sow 9
man STOPPING, searching for some
thing, or SO it seemed.
He murmured, Il wonde1-"
II beg your pardon?"
Poirot said, This is one of IN
spector Oranges men. He SEEM:
to be looking for something"
"Clews, I suppose. Don't police
men look for clews? Cigaret ash
| footprints. burnt matches?"
Her voice held kind of bitter
NJ ockery. Poirot answered seri
ously:
"Yes, they look cor these thing:
and sometimes they find them
But the real clews, Miss Saver
n ke, in a case like this, usually
lie in the personal relationships q
the people concerned"
81 don't think l understand
YOU"
Little things" said Poirot hi.
head thrown back, his eyes hal
closed. mot cigaret ash, or rub
Ter heel mark-but a gesture, {
lcok, an unexpected action. >
Henrietta turned her heat
sharply to look a. him. He fe'
her eyes, but he did not turn hi:
head. She said:
"Are you thinking of-anythins
in PARTICULAR"
Il was thinking Of how yor
stepped forward ard took the re
volver out of Mrs. ChristoW's han1
and then dropped it in the pool.
He celt the slight start she gave
But her voice was quite norma.
and calm.
"Gerda, M. Poirot, is rather q
clumsy person. In the shock Of the
moment, and if the revolver had
lad another cartridge in it, she
might have fired it and-and hurt
someone"
But it was rather clurus7 o1
you, was it not, to drop it into The
pool?"
"Well-1 had had a shock, too. 4
She paused. "What are you su9'
sesting, M. Poirot?"
Poirot sat up, turned his head,
and spoke in a brisk matter Of
fact way:
sTf there were fincernrir1t, on