show.â
âBut itâs been a wonderful summer this year. Dorothy! Itâs ages since Iâve seen you.â
âWe felt we had to come and see Nasse in its glory. I see youâve cut back the berberis on the bank.â
âYes, it shows the hydrangeas better, donât you think?â
âHow wonderful they are. What a blue! But, my dear, youâve done wonders in the last year. Nasse is really beginning to look like itself again.â
Dorothyâs husband boomed in a deep voice:
âCame over to see the commandant here during the war. Nearly broke my heart.â
Mrs. Folliat turned to greet a humbler visitor.
âMrs. Knapper, I am pleased to see you. Is this Lucy? How sheâs grown!â
âSheâll be leaving school next year. Pleased to see you looking so well, maâam.â
âIâm very well, thank you. You must go and try your luck at hoopla, Lucy. See you in the tea tent later, Mrs. Knapper. I shall be helping with the teas.â
An elderly man, presumably Mr. Knapper, said diffidently:
âPleased to have you back at Nasse, maâam. Seems like old times.â
Mrs. Folliatâs response was drowned as two women and a big beefy man rushed towards her.
âAmy, dear, such ages. This looks the greatest success! Do tell me what youâve done about the rose garden. Muriel told me that youâre restocking it with all the new floribundas.â
The beefy man chipped in.
âWhereâs Marylin Galeâ?â
âReggieâs just dying to meet her. He saw her last picture.â
âThat her in the big hat? My word, thatâs some getup.â
âDonât be stupid, darling. Thatâs Hattie Stubbs. You know, Amy, you really shouldnât let her go round quite so like a mannequin.â
âAmy?â Another friend claimed attention. âThis is Roger, Edwardâs boy. My dear, so nice to have you back at Nasse.â
Poirot moved slowly away and absentmindedly invested a shilling on a ticket that might win him the pig.
He heard faintly still, the âSo good of you to comeâ refrain from behind him. He wondered whether Mrs. Folliat realized how completely she had slipped into the role of hostess or whether it was entirely unconscious. She was, very definitely this afternoon, Mrs. Folliat of Nasse House.
He was standing by the tent labelled â Madame Zuleika will tell your Fortune for 2 s. 6 d. â Teas had just begun to be served and there was no longer a queue for the fortune telling. Poirot bowed his head, entered the tent and paid over his half crown willingly for the privilege of sinking into a chair and resting his aching feet.
Madame Zuleika was wearing flowing black robes, a gold tinsel scarf wound round her head and a veil across the lower half of her face which slightly muffled her remarks. A gold bracelet hung with lucky charms tinkled as she took Poirotâs hand and gave him a rapid reading, agreeably full of money to come, success with a dark beauty and a miraculous escape from an accident.
âIt is very agreeable all that you tell me, Madame Legge. I only wish that it could come true.â
âOh!â said Sally. âSo you know me, do you?â
âI had advance informationâMrs. Oliver told me that you were originally to be the âvictim,â but that you had been snatched from her for the Occult.â
âI wish I was being the âbody,ââ said Sally. âMuch more peaceful. All Jim Warburtonâs fault. Is it four oâclock yet? I want my tea. Iâm off duty from four to half past.â
âTen minutes to go, still,â said Poirot, consulting his large old-fashioned watch. âShall I bring you a cup of tea here?â
âNo, no. I want the break. This tent is stifling. Are there a lot of people waiting still?â
âNo. I think they are lining up for tea.â
âGood.â
Poirot emerged