Grablevskij
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This is from Greenshaw's Folly by Agatha Christie:
"I believe, madam, they are doing a season of James Barrie's plays."
"Barrie," said Miss Marple thoughtfully.
"What Every Woman Knows," said Inspector Welch, and then blushed. "Name of a play," he said quickly. "I'm not much of a theatre-goer myself," he added, "but the wife went along and saw it last week. Quite well done, she said it was."
"Barrie wrote some very charming plays," said Miss Marple, "though I must say that when I went with an old friend of mine, General Easterly, to see Barrie's Little Mary-" she shook her head sadly, "—neither of us knew where to look."
The inspector, unacquainted with the play Little Mary looked completely fogged. Miss Marple explained:
"When I was a girl, Inspector, nobody ever mentioned the word stomach."
The inspector looked even more at sea. Miss Marple was murmuring titles under her breath.
"The Admirable Crichton. Very clever. Mary Rose-a charming play. I cried, I remember. Quality Street I didn't care for so much. Then there was A Kiss for Cinderella. Oh, of course."
Inspector Welch had no time to waste on theatrical discussion. He returned to the matter in hand.
"The question is," he said, "did Alfred Pollock know that the old lady had made a will in his favour? Did she tell him?" He added:
"You see—there's an archery club over at Boreham Lovell and Alfred
Pollock's a member. He's a very good shot indeed with a bow and arrow."
Could you explain me what the matter is. I'm just like the inspector don't know what to think. Why stomach?
Michael
"I believe, madam, they are doing a season of James Barrie's plays."
"Barrie," said Miss Marple thoughtfully.
"What Every Woman Knows," said Inspector Welch, and then blushed. "Name of a play," he said quickly. "I'm not much of a theatre-goer myself," he added, "but the wife went along and saw it last week. Quite well done, she said it was."
"Barrie wrote some very charming plays," said Miss Marple, "though I must say that when I went with an old friend of mine, General Easterly, to see Barrie's Little Mary-" she shook her head sadly, "—neither of us knew where to look."
The inspector, unacquainted with the play Little Mary looked completely fogged. Miss Marple explained:
"When I was a girl, Inspector, nobody ever mentioned the word stomach."
The inspector looked even more at sea. Miss Marple was murmuring titles under her breath.
"The Admirable Crichton. Very clever. Mary Rose-a charming play. I cried, I remember. Quality Street I didn't care for so much. Then there was A Kiss for Cinderella. Oh, of course."
Inspector Welch had no time to waste on theatrical discussion. He returned to the matter in hand.
"The question is," he said, "did Alfred Pollock know that the old lady had made a will in his favour? Did she tell him?" He added:
"You see—there's an archery club over at Boreham Lovell and Alfred
Pollock's a member. He's a very good shot indeed with a bow and arrow."
Could you explain me what the matter is. I'm just like the inspector don't know what to think. Why stomach?
Michael