Few days ago was Agatha Christie’s birthday. Here is one of her novels I like very much.
“(…)It was a pair of boots Miss the tick kind you rubs oil into and which the Captain would have worn if he had gone out in the snow but he didn’t go out in the snow it doesn’t seem to make sense. But missing they are and who took them nobody knows and though I well know it’s of no importance I felt it my duty to write and hoping this finds you as it leaves me at present and hoping you are not worrying too much about the young gentleman I remain Miss Yours truly
“You see, Watson, but you do not observe. I wonder now whether one of these haughty damsels would condescend to notice us? Splendid, she drifts this way. It is true that she appears to be thinking of something else, but doubtless her subconscious mind is functioning busily with such matters as ham and eggs and pots of tea. Chop and fried potatoes, please, Miss, and a large coffee, a roll and butter, and a plate of tongue for the lady.” The waitress repeated the order in a scornful tone, but Tuppence leant forward suddenly and interrupted her. “No, not a chop and fried potatoes. This gentleman will have a cheese cake and a glass of milk.” “A cheese cake and a milk,” said the waitress with even deeper scorn if that were possible. Still thinking of something else, she drifted away again. “That was uncalled for,” said Tommy coldly. “But I’m right, aren’t I? You are the Old Man in the Corner? Where’s your piece of string?” Tommy drew a long twisted mesh of string from his pocket, and proceeded to tie a couple of knots in it. “Complete to the smallest detail,” he murmured. “You made a small mistake in ordering your meal, though.” “Women are so literal minded,” said Tommy. “If there’s one thing I hate it’s milk to drink, and cheese cakes are always so yellow and bilious looking.”
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