Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie

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Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie The Adventure of the Egyptian Tomb

You may think me a foolish, credulous woman, but, Monsieur Poirot, I am afraid. Supposing that the spirit of the dead King is not yet appeased? Perhaps to you I seem to be talking nonsense—’
‘No, indeed, Lady Willard,’ said Poirot quickly. ‘I, too, believe in the force of superstition, one of the greatest forces the world has ever known.’
I looked at him in surprise. I should never have credited Poirot with being superstitious. But the little man was obviously in earnest.
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Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie The Adventure of the Egyptian Tomb

Poirot remained placidly immovable, blinking a little out of his green cat’s eyes.
‘So you do not believe it, monsieur le docteur?’
‘No, sir, I do not,’ declared the doctor emphatically. ‘I am a scientific man, and I believe only what science teaches.’
‘Was there no science then in Ancient Egypt?’ asked Poirot softly. He did not wait for a reply, and indeed Dr Ames seemed rather at a loss for the moment. ‘No, no, do not answer me, but tell me this. What do the native workmen think?’
‘I guess,’ said Dr Ames, ‘that, where white folk lose their heads, natives aren’t going to be far behind.
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Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie The Adventure of the Egyptian Tomb

The man’s an imposter. He doesn’t know the difference between the superstitions of the Middle Ages and the beliefs of Ancient Egypt. Never have I heard such a hotch-potch of ignorance and credulity.’
I calmed the excited expert, and joined Poirot in the tent. My little friend was beaming cheerfully.
‘We can now sleep in peace,’ he declared happily. ‘And I can do with some sleep. My head, it aches abominably. Ah, for a good tisane!’
As though in answer to prayer, the flap of the tent was lifted and Hassan appeared, bearing a steaming cup which he offered to Poirot.
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