VII
Jack stirred slightly
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. His head was heavy – heavy as lead. Where was
he?
Sunshine... birds... He lay staring up at the sky.
Then it all came back to him. The little sitting-room. Felise and the doc-
tor. What had happened?
He sat up and looked round him. He was lying not far from the cottage.
No one else was near him. He took out his watch. To his surprise it registered
half past twelve.
Jack struggled to his feet
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, and ran as fast as he could in the direction of
the cottage. They must have been alarmed by his failure to come cut of the
trance, and carried him out into the open air.
Arrived at the cottage, he knocked loudly on the door. But there was no
answer, and no signs of life about it. They must have gone off to get help. Or
else – Jack felt an indefinable fear invade him. What had happened last night?
He made his way back to the hotel аs quickly as possible. He was about to
make some inquiries at the office, when he got a colossal punch in the ribs
which nearly knocked him off his feet Turning in some indignation, he saw a
white-haired old gentleman merrily laughing
"Didn't expect me, my boy Didn't expect me, hey?" said this individual.
"Why, Uncle George, I thought you were miles away – it Italy some-
where."
"Ah! but I wasn't. Landed at Dover last night. Thought I'd motor up to
town and stop here to see you on the way. And what, did I find. Out all night,
hey? Nice goings on" "Uncle George," Jack checked him firmly. "I've got the
most extraordinary story to tell you. I dare say you won't believe it."
"I dare say I shan't, " laughed the old man. "But do your best, my boy."
"But I must have something to eat," continued Jack. "I'm hungry."
He led the way to the dining-room, and over a substantial meal, he told
the whole story.
"And God knows what's become of them," he ended.
His uncle seemed on the verge of apoplexy
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.
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"The jar," he managed to cry out at last. "THE BLUE JAR! What's be-
come of that?"
Jack stared at him without understanding, but under the torrent of words
that followed he began to understand.
It came with a rush: "Worth ten thousand pounds at least – offer from
Hoggenheimer, the American millionaire – only one of its kind in the world –
what have you done with my BLUE JAR?"
Jack rushed from the room. He must find Lavington. The young lady at
the office eyed him coldly.
"Dr. Lavington left late last night – by motor. He left a note for you."
Jack, tore it open. It was short and to the point.
'My Dear Young Friend,
Is the day of the supernatural over? Kindest regards from Felise, invalid
father, and myself. We have twelve hours start, which is quite enough.
Yours ever,
Ambrose Lavington,
Doctor of the Soul'
NOTES:
1
lopped drive – неправильный удар (в гольфе);
2
petrified – в оцепенении;
3
course – зд. площадка для игры в гольф;
4
shrank back from him – отпрянула;
5
shellshock – контузия;
6
delusion – галлюцинация;
7
hoax – обман, шутка;
8
rumours – слухи;
9
acute strain – сильное напряжение;
10
damned callous – чертовски бездушны;
11
you suggestioned yourself – вы убедили себя;
12
not consciously– подсознательно;
13
spirits – духи;
14
from all I can make out – насколько я понимаю;
15
inquiries – справки;
16
folly – глупость;
17
the house is haunted – в доме живет привидение;
18
Alas! – Увы!
19
faded away – растаял;
20
nightmare – кошмар;
21
Cast out fear – отбросьте страх;
22
stirred slightly – слегка пошевелился;
23
struggled to his feet – с трудом поднялся;
24
on the verge of apoplexy – на грани удара.
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Comprehension:
1)
What happened to Jack Hartington one morning?
2)
Why was the young man afraid that he was getting mad?
3)
3) Whom did he make acquaintance with?
4)
Why did he fully trust Lavington?
5)
Why did Felise come to Jack one day and what did she tell him about?
6)
In what way was the blue jar connected with her story?
7)
What happened at night?
8)
Who revealed the truth to Jack Kartington?
THE FLOCK OF GERYON
1
A. Christie
I
"I really apologize for bothering you, M. Poirot."
Miss Carnaby leaned forward, looking anxiously into Poirot's face. She
said: "You do remember me, don't you?"
Hercule Poirot smiled. He said: "I remember you as one of the most suc-
cessful criminals that
1
have ever met."
"Oh dear me, M. Poirot, must you really say such things? You were so
kind to me. Emily and I often talk about you, and if we see anything about you
in the paper we cut it out at once. As for Augustus, we have taught him a new
trick. We say, "Die for M. Hercule Poirot, " and he goes down and, lies like a
log."
"I'm gratified, " said Poirot. "He is so clever. But what has brought you
here, Miss Carnaby?"
Miss Carnaby's nice round face grew worried and sad. She said: "Oh
M. Poirot, I was going to consult you. I have been anxious lately about a friend
of mine. Of course, you may say it is all an old maid's fancy – just imagination."
"I do not think you would imagine things, Miss Carnaby. Tell me what
worries you."
"Weil, I have a friend, a very dear friend, though I have not seen very
much of her lately. Her name is Emmeline Clegg. She married a man and he
died a few years ago leaving her a big sum of money. She was unhappy and
lonely after his death and I am afraid she is in some ways a rather foolish wom-
an. Religion, M. Poirot, can be a great help and consolation – but not these odd
sects there are so many around. They have a kind of emotional appeal but some-
times I have very grave doubts as to whether there are any true religious feelings
behind them at all. "
"You think your friend has become a victim of a sect of this kind?"
"I do. Oh! I certainly do. The Flock of the Shepherd,
2
they call them-
selves. Their headquarters is in Devonshire – a very lovely estate by the sea. The
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whole sect centers round the head of the movement, the Great Shepherd, he is
called. A Dr. Andersen. A very handsome man, I believe."
"Which is attractive to the women, yes?"
"I am afraid so, " Miss Carnaby sighed.
"Are the members of the sect mostly women?"
"At least three quarters of them. I think, It is upon the women that the suc-
cess of the movement depends and— and on the funds they supply. "
"Ah," said Poirot. "Now I see. Frankly, you think the whole thing is a
ramp?"
"Frankly, M. Poirot, I do. And another thing worries me. I know that my
poor friend is so devoted to this religion that she has recently made a will leav-
ing all her property to the movement. What really worries me is –"
"Yes –go on –"
"Several very rich women have been among the devotees. In the last year
three of them have died."
"Leaving all their money to this sect?''
"Yes."
Poirot nodded thoughtfully. Miss Carnaby hurried on:
"Of course I've no right to suggest anything at all. From what I have been
able to find out, there was nothing wrong about any of these deaths. One, I be-
live, was pneumonia following influenza and another was attributed to gastric
ulcer. There were absolutely no suspicious circumstances and the deaths did not
take place in Devonshire, but at their own homes. I've no doubt it is quite all
right, but all the same – I –well –I shouldn't like anything to happen to Emmie."
Poirot was silent for some minutes. Then he said:
"Will you give me, or will you find out for me, the names and addresses
of these members of the sect who have recently died?"
"Yes indeed, M. Poirot."
Poirot said slowly:
"Mademoiselle, I think you are a woman of great courage and determina-
tion. Will you be able to do a piece of work that may be associated with consid-
erable danger?"
"I should like nothing better," said the adventurous Miss Carnaby.
Poirot said warningly:
"If there is a risk at all, it will be a great one. You understand – either this
is all a mare's nest
3
or it is serious. To find out which it is, it will be necessary
for you yourself to become a member of the Great Flock. You'll pretend to be a
rich woman with no definite aim in life. You'll allow your friend Emmeline to
persuade you to go down to Devonshire. And there you will fall a victim to the
magnetic power of Dr. Andersen. I think I can leave that to you?"
Miss Carnaby smiled modestly. She murmured:
"I think I can manage that all right."
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II
"Well, my friend, what have you got for me? Have you learned anything
about this Dr. Andersen?"
Chief Inspector Japp looked thoughtfully at Poirot. He said: "I've looked
up Dr. Andersen's past history. He was a promising chemist but was expelled
from some German University. He was always keen on the study of Oriental
Myths and Religions and has written various articles on the subject – some of
the articles sound pretty crazy to me. "
"So it is possible that he is a genuine fanatic?"
"It seems quite likely."
"What about those names and addresses I gave you?"
"Nothing suspicious there. Miss Everitte died of ulcerative colitis. Mrs.
Lloyd died of pneumonia. Lady Western died of tuberculosis. Had suffered from
it many years ago. Miss Lee died of typhoid somewhere in the north of England.
There is nothing to connect these deaths with the Great Flock or with Andersen's
place down in Devonshire. Must be no more than coincidence."
Hercule Poirot sighed. He said:
"And yet, mon cher, I have a feeling that this Dr. Andersen is the Monster
Geryon whom it is my mission to destroy."
* * *
Hercule Poirot said:
"You must obey my instructions very carefully, Miss Carnaby. You un-
derstand?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Poirot. You may rely on me. "
"You have spoken of your intention to benefit the sect?"
"Yes, Mr. Poirot, I spoke to the Master – excuse me, to Dr. Andersen, my-
self. I told him very emotionally how I had come to Flock and remained to be-
lieve. Really it seemed quite natural to say all these things. Dr. Andersen, you
know, has a lot of magnetic charm. "
"So I think," said Hercule Poirot dryly.
"His manner was most convincing. One really feels ho doesn't care about
money at all." Give what you can," he said smiling. "It does not matter. You are
one of the Flock just the same." "Oh, Dr. Andersen," I said, "I am not poor at all.
" And then I explained that I had inherited a considerable amount of money from
a distant relative and that I wanted to leave in my will all I had to the Brother-
hood. I explained that I had no near relatives."
"And he accepted the gift?"
"He was very indifferent about it. Said it would be many long years before
I died, that he could tell I had a long life of joy in front of me. He really speaks
most movingly. "
"So it seems."
Poirot's tone was dry. He went on:
"You mentioned your health?"
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"Yes, Mr. Poirot, I told him I had lung trouble, though why it is necessary
for me to say that I am ill when my lungs are as sound as a bell I really cannot
see."
"Be sure it is necessary. You mentioned your friend?"
"Yes. I told him strictly confidentially that dear Emmeline, besides the
fortune she had inherited from her husband, would inherit an even larger sum
shortly from an aunt who was deeply attached to her. "
"Good. That must keep Mrs. Clegg safe for some time."
"Oh, Mr. Poirot, do you really think there is anything wrong?"
"That is what I am going to find out. Have you met a Mr. Cole at the
Sanctuary?"
"There was a Mr. Cole there last time I went down to Devonshire. A most
extraordinary man. He wears grass-green shorts and eats nothing but cabbage.
He is a very ardent believer. "
"All progresses well – I make you my compliments on the work you have
done – all is now set for the Autumn Festival."
III
On the afternoon preceding the Festival Miss Carnaby met Hercule Poirot
in a small restaurant. Miss Carnaby was flushed and even more breathless than
usual.
Poirot asked several questions to which she replied only "yes" or "no".
Then he said: "Good. You know what you have to do?"
There was a moment's pause before Miss Carnaby said in a rather odd
voice:
"I know what you told me, Mr. Poirot."
"Very good."
Then Amy Carnaby said clearly and distinctly:
"But I am not going to do it."
Hercule Poirot stared at her. Miss Carnaby rose to her feet. Her voice was
fast and hysterical.
"You sent me here to spy on Dr. Andersen. You suspected him of all sorts
of things. But he is a wonderful man – a great Teacher. I believe in him heart
and soul. And I am not going to do your spying work any more, M. Poirot. I am
one of the Sheep of the Shepherd. And I'll pay for my tea myself."
With these words Miss Carnaby threw down one shilling and rushed out
of the restaurant.
The waitress had to ask him twice before Poirot realized that she was giv-
ing him the bill. He met the curious stare of an unfriendly looking man at the
next table, flushed, paid the bill and went out.
* * *
The Sheep were assembled for the traditional festival.
The Festival took place in the white concrete building called by the Sheep
the Sacred Fold. Here the devotees assembled just before the setting of the sun.
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They wore sheep-skin cloaks and had sandals on their feet. Their arms were
bare. In the center of the Fold on a raised platform stood Dr. Andersen. The big
man, golden-haired and blue-eyed, with his fair beard and handsome profile had
never seemed more magnificent. He was dressed in a green robe and carried a
shepherd's crook of gold.
The ritual questions and answers had been chanted.
Then the Great Shepherd said:
"Are you prepared for the Sacrament?"
"We are."
"Shut your eyes and hold out your right arm. "
The crowd obediently shut their eyes. Miss Carnaby like the rest held her
arm out in front of her. The Great Shepherd, magnificent in his green robe,
moved along the waiting lines... He stood by Miss Carnaby. His hands touched
her arm. _
"No, you won't do it!"
Mr. Cole aided by another devotee grasped the hand of the Great Shep-
herd who was struggling to get himself free. In rapid professional tones, the
former Mr. Cole was saying: "Dr. Andersen, I have here a warrant for your ar-
rest."
There were other figures now at the door of the Sheep Fold – blue uni-
formed figures.
Someone cried, "It's the police. They're taking the Master away. They're
taking the Master..."
Everyone was shocked – horrified... To them the Great Shepherd was a
martyr, suffering, as all great teachers, from the ignorance and persecution of the
outside world.
Meanwhile Detective Inspector Cole was carefully packing up the syringe
that had fallen from the Great Shepherd's hand.
IV
"My brave colleague!"
Poirot shook Miss Carnaby warmly by the hand and introduced her to
Chief Inspector Japp.
"First class work, Miss Carnaby," said Chief Inspector Japp. "We couldn't
have done it without you. "
"Oh dear!" Miss Carnaby was flattered. "It's so kind of you to say so. And
I'm afraid, that I've really enjoyed it all. The excitement, you know, and playing
my part. I really felt I was one of those foolish women."
"That's where your success lay," said Japp. "You were very genuine. Oth-
erwise you wouldn't have been hypnotized by that gentleman. He's a pretty
smart scoundrel. "
Miss Carnaby turned to Poirot.
"That was a terrible moment in the restaurant. I didn't know what to do. It
was such a shock. Just when we had been talking confidentially I saw in the
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glass that Lipscomb, who keeps the Lodge of the Sanctuary,
4
was sitting at the
table behind me. I don't know now if it was an accident or if he had actually fol-
lowed me. I had to do the best I could in this situation and hope that you would
understand. "
Poirot smiled.
"I did understand. There was only one person sitting near enough to over-
hear anything we said and as soon as I left the restaurant I followed him. He
went straight back to the Sanctuary. So I understood that I could rely on you and
that you would not let me down—but I was afraid because it increased the dan-
ger for you."
"Was – was there really danger? What was there in the syringe?"
Japp said: "Will you explain or shall I?"
Poirot said gravely:
"Mademoiselle, this Dr. Andersen devised a scheme of exploitation and
murder – scientific murder. Most of his life has been spent in bacteriological re-
search. Under a different name he has a chemical laboratory in Sheffield. There
he makes cultures of various bacilli. It was his practice at the Festivals to inject
into his followers a small but sufficient dose of Cannabis Indica – which is also
known by the name of Hashish. It gives the sensation of great and pleasurable
enjoyment. It bound his devotees to him. These were the Spiritual Joys that he
promised them. "
"Most remarkable," said Miss Carnaby. "Really a most remarkable sensa-
tion."
Hercule Poirot nodded.
"That was the secret of his popularity – a dominating personality, the
power of creating mass hysteria and the reactions produced by this drug. But he
had a second aim in view."
"Lonely women made wills leaving their money to the Cult. One by one,
these women died. Without being too technical I will try to explain. It is possible
to make intensified cultures of certain bacteria. The bacillus Coli Communis, for
instance, is the cause of ulcerative colitis. Typhoid bacilli can be introduced into
the system. So can the Pneumococcus. You realize the cleverness of the man?
These deaths would occur in different parts of the country, with different doctors
attending them and without any risk of arousing suspicion.
"He's a devil, if there ever was one," said Chief Inspector Japp.
Poirot went on.
"By my orders, you told him that you suffered from tuberculosis. There
was a tuberculin in the syringe when Cole arrested him. It is harmless to a
healthy person but stimulates any old tubercular lesion into activity. Since you
were a healthy person it would not have harmed you, that is why I asked you to
tell him you had suffered from a tubercular trouble. I was afraid that even now
he might choose some other germ, but I respected your courage and I had to let
you take the risk."
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"Oh, that's all right," said Miss Carnaby brightly. "I don't mind taking
risks. I'm only frightened of bulls in fields and things like that. But have you
enough evidence to convict this dreadful person?"
Japp grinned. "Plenty of evidence." he said. "We've got his laboratory and
his cultures and the whole equipment."
Poirot said:
"It is possible, I think, that he has committed a long line of murders. "
Miss Carnaby sighed.
"I was thinking," she said, "of a marvelous dream I had. I arranged the
whole world so beautifully! No wars, no poverty, no diseases, no cruelty…"
"It must have been a fine dream," said Japp enviously.
Miss Carnaby jumped up. She said:
"I must get home. Emily has been so anxious. And dear Augustus has
been missing me terribly, I hear."
Hercule Poirot said with a smile:
"He was afraid, perhaps, that like him, you were going to 'die for Hercule
Poirot'!"
NOTES:
1 "
The Flock of Geryon" – "Стадо Гериона''. Миф о том, как Геракл по-
бедил великана Гериона и увел его стадо;
2
The Flock of the Shepherd – Стадо Пастуха;
3
a mare's nest – "бред сивой кобылы";
4
who keeps the Lodge of the Sanctuary – привратник святилища.
Comprehension:
1)
What did Miss Carnaby tell Poirot about her friend Emmeline Clegg?
2)
What was it that worried Miss Carnaby most?
3)
What was Poirot's plan?
4)
Why did Miss Carnaby behave in such a way when she was sitting
with Poirot in the restaurant?
5)
What was the real secret of the Great Shepherd?
6)
Why did Poirot call his murders scientific murders?
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