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the showrooms of ambrosine, ltd., were very pure in appearance. the walls were a shade just off white - the thick pile carpet was son neutral as to be almost colourless - so was the upholstery. chromium gleamed here and there, and on one wall was a gigantic geometric design in vivid blue and lemon yellow. the room had been designed by mr. sydney sandford - the newest and youngest decorator of the moment.
egg lytton ¹ sat in an armchair of modern design - faintly reminiscent of a dentist’s chair, and watched ² snake-like young women with beautiful bored faces pass ³ before her. egg was principally concerned with endeavouring to appear as though fifty or sixty pounds was a ^{4 5} to pay for a dress. mrs. dacres, looking as usual marvellously unreal, was (as egg put it to herself) doing her stuff.
“now, do you like this? those shoulder knots - rather amusing, don’t you think? and the waistline’s rather ⁶. i shouldn’t have the red lead colour, though - i should have it in the new colour
-espanol - most attractive - like mustard, with a dash of cayenne in it. how do you like vin ordinaire? rather absurd, isn’t it? quite penetrating and ridiculous. clothes simply must not be serious nowadays.”
“it’s very difficult to decide,” said egg. “you see” - she became ⁷ - “i’ve never been able to afford any clothes before. we were always so dreadfully poor. i remembered how simply marvellous you looked that night at crow's nest, and i thought, now that i’ve got money to spend, i shall go to mrs. dacres and ask her to advise me. i did admire you so much that night.”
“my dear, how charming of you. i simply adore ⁸ a young girl. it’s so important that girls shouldn’t look raw - if you know what i mean.”
“nothing raw about you,” thought egg ungratefully. “cooked to a turn, you are.”
“you’ve got so much personality,” continued mrs. dacres. “you mustn’t have anything at all ordinary. your clothes must be simple and penetrating - and just faintly visible. you understand? do you want several things?”
“i thought about four evening frocks, and a couple of day things and a sports suit or two - that sort of thing.”
the honey of mrs. dacres’s manner became sweeter. it was fortunate that she did not know that at that moment egg’s bank balance was exactly fifteen pound twelve shillings, and that the said balance had got to last her until december.
more girls in gowns filed past egg. in the ⁹ of technical conversation, egg ¹⁰ other matters.
“i suppose you’ve never been to crow's nest since?” she said.
“no. my dear, i couldn’t. it was so upsetting - and, anyway, i always think cornwall is rather terribly artisty ... i simply cannot bear artists. their bodies are always such a curious shape.”
“it was a shattering business, wasn’t it?” said egg. “old mr. babbington was rather a pet, too.”
“quite a period piece, i should imagine,” said mrs. dacres.
“you’d met him before somewhere, hadn’t you?”
“that dear old dug-out? had i? i don’t remember.”
“i think i remember his saying so,” said egg. “not in cornwall, though. i think it was at a place called gilling.”
“was it?” mrs. dacres’s eyes were vague. “no, marcelle - petite
scandale is what i want - the jenny model - and after that blue patou.”
“wasn’t it extraordinary,” said egg, “about sir bartholomew being poisoned?”
“my dear, it was too penetrating for words! it’s done me a world of good. all sort of dreadful women come and order frocks from me just for the sensation. now this patou model would be perfect for you. look at that ¹¹ useless and ridiculous frill -it makes the whole thing adorable. young without being ¹². yes, poor sir bartholomew’s death has been rather a godsend to me. there’s just an off chance, you see, that i might have murdered him. i’ve rather played up to that. extraordinary fat women come and ^{13 14} at me. too penetrating. and then, you see - ”
but she was interrupted by the ¹⁵ of a monumental american, evidently a valued client.
while the american was unburdening herself of her requirements, which sounded comprehensive and expensive, egg managed to make an unobtrusive exit, telling the young lady who had succeeded mrs. dacres that she would think it over before making a final choice.
as she emerged into bruton street, egg glanced at her watch. it was twenty minutes to one. before very long she might be able to put her second plan into operation.
she walked as far as berkeley square, and then slowly back again. at one o’clock she had her nose glued to a window displaying chinese objects d’art.
miss doris sims came rapidly out into bruton street and turned in the direction of berkeley square. just before she got there a voice ¹⁶ at her elbow.
“excuse me,” said egg, “but can i speak to you a minute?”
the girl turned, surprised.
“you’re one of the mannequins at ambrosine’s, aren’t you? i noticed you this morning. i hope you won’t be frightfully offended if i say i think you’ve got simply the most perfect figure i’ve ever seen.”
doris sims was not offended. she was merely slightly confused.
“it’s very kind of you, i’m sure, madam,” she said.
“you look frightfully good-natured, too,” said egg. “that’s why i’m going to ask you a favour. will you have lunch with me at the berkeley or the ritz and let me tell you about it?”
after a moment’s ¹⁸ doris sims agreed. she was curious and she liked good food.
once established at a table and lunch ordered, egg ¹⁹ into explanation.
“i hope you’ll keep this to yourself, she said. you see, i’ve got a job - writing up various professions for women. i want you to tell me all about the dressmaking business.”
doris looked slightly disappointed, but she complied ²⁰ enough, giving bald statements as to hours, rates of pay, conveniences and inconveniences of her employment. egg entered particulars in a little note-book.
“it’s ²¹ kind of you,” she said. “i’m very stupid at this. it’s quite new to me. you see i’ve frightfully badly off, and this little bit of journalistic work will make all the difference.”
she went on ²².
“it was rather nerve on my part, walking into ambrosine’s and pretending i could buy lots of your models. really, i’ve got just a few pounds of my dress allowance to last me till christmas. i expect mrs. dacres would be simply wild if she knew.”
doris ²³.
“i should say she would.”
“did i do it well?” asked egg. “did i look as though i had money?”
“you did it splendid, miss lytton gore. madam thinks you’re going to get quite a lot of things.”
“i’m afraid she’ll be disappointed,” said egg.
doris giggled more. she was enjoying her lunch, and she felt attracted to egg. “she may be a society young lady,” she thought to herself, “but she doesn’t put on airs. she’s as natural as can be.”
these pleasant relations once established, egg found no difficulty in inducing her companion to talk freely on the subject of her employer.
“i always think,” said egg, “that mrs. dacres looks a ¹⁷ cat. is she?”
“none of us like her, miss lytton gore, and that’s a fact. but she’s clever, of course, and she’s got a rare head for business. not like some society ladies who take up the dressmaking business and go bankrupt because their friends get clothes and don’t’ pay. she’s as hard as nails, madam is - though i will say she’s fair enough - and she’s got real taste - she knows what’s what, and she’s clever at getting people to have the style that suits them.”
“i suppose she makes a lot of money?”
a queer knowing look came into doris’s eye.
“it’s not for me to say anything - or to gossip.”
“of course not,” said egg. “go on.”
“but if you ask me - the firm’s not far off queer street. there was a jewish gentleman came to see madam, and there have been one or two things - it’s my belief she’s been borrowing to keep going in the hope that trade would revive, and that she’s got in deep. really, miss lytton gore, she looks terrible sometimes. quite desperate. i don’t know what she’d look like without her make-up. i don’t believe she sleeps of nights.”
“what’s her husband like?”
“he’s a queer fish. bit of a bad lot, if you ask me. not that we ever see much of him. none of the other girls agree with me, but i believe she’s very keen on him still. of course a lot of nasty things have been said - ”
“such as?” asked egg.
“well, i don’t like to repeat things. i never have been one for that.”
“of course not. go on, you were saying - ”
“well, there’s been a lot of talk among the girls. about a young fellow - very rich and very soft. not exactly balmy, if you know what i mean - sort of betwixt and between. madam’s been running him for all she was worth. he might have put things right - he was soft enough for anything - but then he was ordered on a sea voyage - suddenly.”
“ordered by whom - a doctor?”
“yes, someone in harley street. i believe now that it was the same doctor who was murdered up in yorkshire - poisoned, so they said.”
“sir bartholomew strange?”
“that was the name. madam was at the house-party, and we girls said among ourselves - just laughing, you know - well, we said, supposing madame did him in - out of revenge, you know! of course it was fun -”
“naturally,” said egg. “girlish fun. i quite understand. you know, mrs. dacres is quite my idea of a murderess - so hard and remorseless.”
“she’s ever so hard - and she’s got a wicked temper! when she lets go, there’s not one of us dares to come near her. they say her husband’s frightened of her - and no wonder.”
“have you ever heard her speak of anyone called babbington or of a place in kent - gilling?”
“really, now, i can’t call to mind that i have.”
doris looked at her watch and uttered an ²⁴.
“oh, dear, i must hurry. i shall be late.”
“good-bye, and thanks so much for coming.”
“it’s been a pleasure, i’m sure. good-bye, miss lytton gore, and i hope the article will be a great success. i shall look out for it.”
“you’ll look in vain, my girl,” thought egg, as she asked for her bill. then, drawing a line through the supposed jottings for the article, she wrote in her little notebook:
“cynthia dacres. believed to be in financial difficulties. described
as having a ‘wicked temper.’ young man (rich) with whom she was
believed to be having an affair was ordered on sea voyage by sir
bartholomew strange. showed no reaction at mention of gilling or
at statement that babbington knew her.”
“there doesn’t seem much there,” said egg to herself. “a possible ²⁵ for the murder of sir bartholomew, but very thin. m. poirot may be able to make something of that. i can’t.”

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