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And yetit seemed more than that. Perhaps she was suffering from some disease about which, like many women do, she never spoke. She was not a person, he thought, who would care to invite pity or sympathy. Captain Warburton dropped down in the chair Hattie Stubbs had just vacated. He, too, looked at the door through which the two women had just passed, but it was not of the older woman that he spoke. Instead he drawled, with a slight grin: "Beautiful creature, isn't she? Masterton and Mrs. Oliver in tow. Nothing's too good for her!

Jewels, mink, all the rest of it. Whether he realises she's a bit wanting in the top story, I've never discovered. Probably thinks it doesn't matter. After all, these financial johnnies don't ask for intellectual companionship. Sally," he said. You wouldn't think everyone could get het up over who butters the buns and who raffles a cake, and why the garden produce stall is where the fancy woollens was promised it should be. Where's Amy Folliat? She can deal with these peopleabout the only person who can. To put up where we adjoin Hoodown Park in the woods.

The old stuff's rotted away, and that's where they get through. Sally Legge said amusedly: "You sound like Betsy Trotwood campaigning against donkeys. Who's she? I read the Pickwick Papers once. Not bad. Not bad at all--surprised me. But, seriously, trespassers are a menace since they've started this Youth Hostel tomfoolery. They come out at you from everywhere wearing the most incredible shirts--boy this morning had one all covered with crawling turtles and things--made me think I'd been hitting the bottle or something. Half of them can't speak English--just gibber at you And the girls giggle.

Poir-ot in the picture about the Murder Hunt since he's goirig to present the prizes. In the ensuing silence, Alee Legge Stretched himself out in his chair and sighed. Some silly garden fete that doesn't matter to anyone. Don't they realise that the inhabitants of the globe are busy committing suicide? He merely shook his head doubtfully. An angr-y look swept over his face. That I'm nervy, neuroticall thie rest of it. Like those damned doctors. Advising rest amd change and sea air. All right. I've fished and bcathed and taken long walks and sunbathed" " I noticed that you had sunbaithed, yes," said Poirot politely.

But what's the good o f it all? You can't get away from facing truth just by running away from it. Even Sally who's intelligent enough, is just the: same. Why bother? That's what she says. It makes mie mad! It is just that I would like to know your answer. One can't be personal in times like these. Even in 'these times' as you call it, one is still a person. In times of stress, when it's a matter of life or death, one can't think of one's own insignificant ills or preoccupations. In the late war, during a severe air-raid, I was much less preoccupied by the thought of death than of the pain from a corn on my little toe.

It surprised me at the time that it should be so. It was because I might die that every small personal matter in my life acquired increased importance. I have seen a woman knocked down in a street accident, with a broken leg, and she has burst out crying because she sees that there is a ladder in her stocking. It is, perhaps, that absorption in one's personal life that has led the human race to survive. And humility is valuable. There was a slogan that was written up in your underground railways here, I remember, during the war.

For it is not true. Blank of Little-Blank-intheMarsh. And if she is led to think it does, it will ""t be good for her character. While she thinks of the part she can play in world affairs, the baby pulls over the kettle. Let's hear what your slogan would be. There is an older one in this country which contents me very well. Do you know what I should like to see done in this country? Alee Legge remained serious.

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Don't let them breed. If, for one generation, only the intelligent were allowed to breed, think what the result would be. What's the good of a woman like that? What contribution has she ever made to society? Has she ever had an idea in her head that wasn't of clothes or furs or jewels? As I say, what gooci is she? Oliver and Captain Warburton through the window. Poirot," said Mrs. Oliver breathlessly. Poirot rose and followed them obediently. The three of them went across the hall and into a small room furnished plainly as a business office.

On it were laid out a small pistol, a piece of lead piping with a rusty sinister stain on it, a blue bottle labelled Poison, a length of clothes line and a hypodermic syringe. Oliver, " and these are the Suspects. Miss Willing a housekeeper. Maya Stavisky -- a girl hiker. Esteban Loyola -- an uninvited guest. Poirot blinked and looked towards Mrs. On the other side was printed: Name and address Solution: Name of Murderer Time and Place Then he turned it upside down. He still looked puzzled. Warburton laughed. No, it's a section of a tennis net. In the box are this empty poison bottle--here, and a loose cork.

Oliver rapidly, "it's a screw-topped bottle, so the cork is really the clue. Oliver interrupted him. Like in a magazine serial--a synopsis. I know. Everyone always promises. They'll be ready this evening at six. Only I'm not very good at telling things. Oliver paused for breath, and then went on: " Well, it's like this.

Oliver came to a full stof estimating correctly Poirot's reaction. I mean, not to you. All you've got to do is to present the prizes--very nice prizes, the first's a silver cigarette case shaped like a revolver--and say how remarkably clever the solver has been. In fact, he doubted very much that there would be a solver.

The whole plot and action of the Murder Hunt seemed to him to be wrapped in impenetrable fog. Oliver groaned. I telephoned. So long. Oliver immediately clutched Poirot by the arm and demanded in a hoarse whisper: "Well? Or spotted anybody? Oliver impatiently. TJgg iad a nervous breakdown.

If you could only indicate" "Sh! Am I to congratulate you, or my charming hostess?

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I am indiscreet. I comment on something I ought not, perhaps, to mention. She said dryly: " Lady Stubbs knows perfectly well exactly what she is doing. Besides being, as you said, a very decorative young woman, she is also a very shrewd one. So that was what the efficient Miss Brewis thought, was it? Or had she merely said so for some reason of her own? And why had she made such a statement to him--to a newcomer? Because he was a newcomer, perhaps? And also because he was a foreigner. As Hercule Poirot had discovered by experience, there were many English people who considered that what one said to foreigners didn't count!

He frowned perplexedly, staring absentmindedly at the door out of which Miss Brewis had gone. Then he strolled over to the window and stood looking out. As he did so, he saw Lady Stubbs come out of the house with Mrs. Then Mrs. But if? Olivet believes? I am inclined to think there is. But what? Who is there who could enlighten me? I need to know more, much more, about the people in this house.

Who is there who could inform me? After a moment's reflection he seized his hat Poirot never risked going out in the evening air with uncovered head , and hurried out of his room and down the stairs. He heard afar the dictatorial baying of Mrs, Masterton's deep voice.

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Nearer at hand. Sir George's voice rose with an amorous intonation. Wish I had you in my barem. I shall come and have my fortune told a good deal to-morrow. What'll you tell me, eh? He set off at top speed down a back drive which his sense of locality enabled him to predict would at some point join the front drive. His manoeuvre was successful and enabled him panting very slightly--to come up beside Mrs. Folliat and relieve her in a gallant manner of her gardening basket. But it's not heavy.

You live near here? Sir George very kindly rents it to me. How did she really feel about that, voiTot pondered. Folliat said quietly: " Hattie is a dear good child. Folliat went on: " I know her very well, you see. I don't think he would ever ask for mental companionship from a wife, which is just ys well.

Hattie is everything he wants. She displays clothes and jewels to perfection, is affectionate and willing, and is completely happy with him. I confess that I am very thankful that that is so, for I admit that I deliberately influenced her to accept him. If it had turned out badly "her voice faltered a little" it would have been my fault for urging her to marry a man so many years older than herself. You see, as I told you, Hattie is completely suggestible. Anyone she is with at the time can dominate her.

I am not, like the English, romantic. To arrange a good marriage, one must take more than romance into consideration.

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Quite, as the saying goes, out of this world. Folliat, with a faint tremor in her voice, "I am glad that Sir George bought it. A large bell with a chain had a notice upon it: "Ring for the Ferry. A very old man with rheumy eyes, who had been leaning against a bollard, came shuffling towards Poirot. I have just come down from Nasse House for a little walk. Worked there as a boy, I did, and my son, he were head gardener there. But I did use to look after the boats.

Old Squire Folliat, he was fair mazed about boats. Sail in all weathers, he would. The Major now, his son, he didn't care for sailing. Horses, that's all he cared about. And a pretty packet went on 'em. That and the bottle--had a hard time with him, his wife did. Yu've seen her, maybe-lives at the Lodge now, she du. A great one for the garden, she is, all them there flowering shrubs she had put in. Not Mr. But the war suited him, as yu might sav--eive him his chance.

Them's miany who J 0 i I 1-can't go straight in peace who dies lively in war. What is thought locally of him? No use for gardens, not her. Just over a year they've been here. I rememVf as though 'twere yesterday them arriving. Never was no Folly in the old Folliats' tnft ' Her ladyship's idea that Folly was. Folliat be living up to l Lodge' bain't she? Ah," he said. I'm afraid one doesn't run to "iceties of th9. Wh31 name sha11 we have? Madame Zuleika? Zuleika sounds all right. There were candle?

Warburton and Alee Legge sat on either side of their hostess. Poirot was between Mrs; oliver and Miss Brewis. Sometimes one doesn't realise it until a book's actually in print. She sighed. I say to myself, ' But of course the cook would have been bound to notice that two cutlets hadn't been eaten. Please, please never explain. Oliver gave him an abstracted smile and relapsed into her preoccupations. Lady Stubbs was also silent.

Now and again she yawned. Warburton, Alee Legge and Miss Brewis talked across her. As they came out of the dining-room, Lady Stubbs stopped by the stairs. We've been counting on you to help us. She turned her head as Sir George came out of the dining-room. I'm going to bed. You don't mind? Be fresh for tomorrow. Miss Brewis drew in her breath sharply and turned brusquely away. Since Miss Brewis could not be everywhere at once, there were soon some defaulters. Michael Weyman ornamented a placard with a ferociously magnificent serpent and the words, Madame Zuleika will tell your Fortune, and then vanished unobtrusively.

Alee Legge did a few nondescript chores and then went out avowedly to measure for the hoop-la and did not reappear. The women, as women do, worked energetically and conscientiously. Hercule Poirot followed his hostess's example and went early to bed. Breakfast was served in prewar fashion. A row of hot dishes on an electric heater.

Sir George was eating a full-sized Englishman's breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and kidneys. Oliver and Miss Brewis had a modified version of the same. Michael Weyman was eating a plateful of cold ham. Only Lady Stubbs was unheedful of the fleshpots and was nibbling thin toast and sipping black coffee. She was wearing a large pale-pink hat which looked odd at the breakfast table. The post had just arrived. Miss Brewis had an enormous pile of letters in front of her which she was rapidly sorting into piles. Any of Sir George's marked " Personal" she passed over to him.

The others she opened herself and sorted into categories. Lady Stubbs had three letters. She opened what were clearly a couple of bills and tossed them aside. Then she opened the third letter and said suddenly and clearly: "Oh! He's coming here in a yacht. He smoothed out the sheet and read. A cousin, you say? A second cousin. I do not remember him very well--hardly at all.

He was" "Yes, my dear? It is all a long time ago. I was a little girl. But we must make him welcome, of course," said Sir George heartily. Perhaps we could put him up for a night or two--show him something of the country? Lady Stubbs said nothing. She stared down into her coffee-cup. Conversation on the inevitable subject of the fete became general. Only Poirot remained detached, watching the slim exotic figure at the head of the table.

He wondered just what was going oft in her mind. At that very moment her eyes came up and cast a swift glance along the table to where he sat. It was a look so shrewd and appraising that he was startled. As their eyes met, the shrewd expression vanished-emptiness returned. But that other look had been there, cold, calculating, watchful. Or had he imagined it? In any case, wasn't it true that people who were slightly mentally deficient very 7 DEAD man's FOLLY often had a kind of sly native cunning that sometimes surprised even the people who knew them best.

He thought to himself that Lady Stubbs was certainly an enigma. People seemed to hold diametrically opposite ideas concerning her. Miss Brewis had intimated that Lady Stubbs knew very well what she was doing. Yet Mrs. Oliver definitely thought her halfwitted, and Mrs. Miss Brewis was probably prejudiced. She disliked Lady Stubbs for her indolence and her aloofness.

Poirot wondered if Miss Brewis had been Sir George's secretary prior to his marriage, if 50, she might easily resent the coming of the new regime. Folliat and Ivirs. Oliver--until this morning. Lady Stubbs got up abruptly from the table. Lady Stubbs," said Miss Brewis briskly. Thank you. Partiality when your cousin is comiilo. I don't like him. Poirot sighed and went out through the front door on to the terrace. Masterton had just driven up in a small car and was directing the elevation of a tea marquee, baying out orders in rich full-blooded tones.

She turned to greet Poirot. No, Rogers! What do you think of the weather, M. Looks doubtful to me. Rain, of course, would spoil everything. And we've had such a fine summer this year for a change. Where's Sir George? I want to talk to him about car parking. Masterton confidently. She'll make a terrific toilet and be as pleased about it as a child.

Just fetch me a bundle of those pegs over there, will you? I want to mark the places for the clock golf numbers. Masterton relentlessly, as a useful apprentice. She condescended to talk to him in the intervals of hard labour. Only way. By the way, you're a friend of the Eliots, I believe? Masterton was in fact saying: "Although a foreigner, I understand you are One of Us. Fully Licensed. Very amusing really. Of course we never let on. Rich men must be allowed their little snobberies, don't you agree? The funny thing is that in spite of his origins George Stubbs would go down perfectly well anywhere.

He's a throwback. Good blood in him, I'd say. Father a gent and mother a barmaid, is my guess. Masterton interrupted herself to yell to a gardener. You must leave room for the skittles over to the right- Rightnot left! The Brewis woman is efficient. Doesn't like poor Hattie, though. Looks at her sometimes as though she'd like to murder her. So many of these good secretaries are in love with their boss. Silly the way he sticks to calling himself ' Captain.

Here are the Legges. As he came round the corner of the house on to the front terrace he became a spectator of a new drama. And you take tti that way. But there's no right of waynever has been. And they're practically all foreignersdon't understand what you say, and just jabber back at you in Dutch or something. Yes, Hattie? What did you say?

Poirot turned to find Mrs. Oliver and a well-developed girl of fourteen dressed in Guide uniform close behind him. Marlene acknowledged the introduction with a pronounced snuffle. Poirot bowed politely. Marlene giggled. Just strangled with a cord, that's all. I'd of liked to be stabbedand have lashings of red paint. She looked at Poirot with hungry interest. So she says. D'you know what? He felt in need of repose.

At two-thirty a minor film star was to open the fete. The weather, after looking ominously like rain, began to improve. By three o'clock the fete was in full swing.

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People were paying the admission charge of half a crown in large numbers, and cars were lining one side of the long drive. Students from the Youth Hostel arrived in batches conversing loudly in foreign tongues. True to Mrs. Masterton's forecast, Lady Stubbs had emerged from her bedroom just before half-past two, dressed in a cyclamen dress with an enormous coolie-shaped hat of black straw. She wore large quantities of diamonds. Poirot retreated into the background. He wandered around disconsolately--everything seemed to be proceeding in the normal fashion of fetes.

Oliver, but Lady Stubh,, ,. The focus of ay.. She was. Poirot lingered near her and listen-.! Such a long way from Tiverton. Ruined the whole show. What a blue I But, my dear, you've done wonders in the last year. Nasse is really beginning to look like itself again. Nearly broke my heart. Folliat turned to greet a humbler visitor. Knapper, I am pleased to see you.

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Amazingly, the ranger told us he comes across an incredible number of river runners who don't wear their PFDs. The park has lots of campgrounds, but they fill early in the day during the height of summer, some by 10 a. Jackson has lots of motels. Jackson Lake Lodge on the lake's eastern shore is a great place to stay and comes complete with restaurants and shops. From Jackson, Wyoming, head north on U. At Moose, stop at the visitor center to buy a boating permit.

Jackson Lake Dam and a put-in are a five-minute drive away. The turnoff to Deadman's Bar is roughly nine miles north of Moose on U. Verne Huser's "Wyoming's Snake River" provides great historical context to the river, as well as insight on geology and wildlife, but little technical guidance in running it. There are river maps in the book, but they show relatively little detail. Falcon Press also has a guidebook to paddling in Yellowstone and Grand Teton national parks , but does not discuss the Deadman's Bar to Moose stretch of the Snake River.

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