duni6.cc 
ohingelseandoneheshoreandbathedoffthoserocksoverthere”
heassistedhisguesttoalight,defasttheboat,andledtheeeppath
”dontsupposeeetanyone,”hesaidoverhisshoulder”nobodyhereinaprilexatterifongoodteryneighborssunsglorioustodayghtbesueritberbrilliantsun,butachillylittlewind”
thepatheredithpointeduphhishand
”thatstheycalledthebatteryhitnoingroundit”
theyplungedintotreesagainandthenthepathtookanothersharptuandtheyergedbyadoorsetinahighenpassedthroughit
forantpoirotinginfroheshadeoutsidethebatteryentssetpressionofoverhangingtheseatherereesaboveitandbehindit,butontheseasidetherehingbutthedazzlingblueerbelow
”attraeredithhenoddedntetuouslytobledoyaskepthispaintingckandsobottledbeerandafeuch”
hisvoiceheldanunsteadynote
poirotsaid,”andithatithappened”
redithnodded”thebenad”
hepaused
”thatsostnaturalasthoughheghtbeasleepjusthavedroppedoffbuthiseyesstiffenedupstuffsortofparalyzesyou,youknoanypainiveivealhat”
poirotaskedathinghealreadyknehere”
”shedidusthavebeeningonthenhelookedqueeridratheottalkaboutitilleittoyoueasierthatway”
hetuedabruptlyandhoutspeaking
thetenallplateauituchbutthebenchusednottobeyeolderusticitapaintedironbusinessabithardforsitting,alovelyview”
poirotagreedthroughafraouth
”isatupherepartoftheing,”redithexplained”treesentsofthebatteryquiteplainlythatstingonone,hherheadtedaround”
hegaveaslighttuttered”oh,gettingoldeonuptothehouse”
theyntinuedtofolloergednearthehouseithadbeenafineoldhouse,georgianinstyleithadbeenaddedto,andonagreenlaefiftylittlehinghutches
”youngnsleepthere,girlsinthehouse,”redithexplained
”idontsupposetheresanythingyoushavebeencutaboutusedtobealittlenservatorytackedonherethesepeoplehavebuiltaloggiaoh,oresthepity”
hetuedaesbackto,youknosghostseverywhere”
chapter5
theyretuedtothequaybyasooreralingroutepoirotdidnotspeak,nordidblakeore,blakesaidabruptly:
”iboughtthatpicture,youknoyasindedbrutesgapingatitityassaidithebestthinghedeverdoneishouldntbesurprisedifheiticallyfinishedheonlyedtoanotherdayorso”
herculepoirotsaidquickly,”yes,indeed”
blakeledthehispoite
redithsaid,”thatsbetter”
hestoodbythetherehadbeentheshelvespty,buttherearksuponthederelihickindust
redithblakeesbackstandinghere,sllingthejasne,andtalkingtalking,likethedaedfooliypreciouspotionsanddistillations”
absently,poirotstrettheir
redithblakevedresolutelyacrossthefloorontheureveredhadustsheethejerkedthedustsheetaway
poirotyascralestselfhadcalledhisbestpicture,andpoirotrealizedatonceanhadbeen
thepaintinghadanodd,superfiighthavebeenaposter,soseenglycrudesntrastsagirl,agirlinacanaryyelloanddarkblueslacks,sittingonagrayagainstabackgroundofviolentblueseajustthekindofsubjectforaposter
butthefirstappearanceazingbrillianceandclarityinthelightandthegirl
yes,hereherehereuldbe,oflife,ofyouth,ofsheer,blazingvitalitythefaceheeyes
sochlifesuchpassionateyouththat,then,waswh
