By Agatha Christie
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Extra info for The Hollow: A Hercule Poirot Mystery (Agatha Christie Collection)
He thought, This won't do. I can't go on this way. What's the matter with me? If I could get away... There it was again - the blind idea rushing up to meet the formulated idea of escape. I want to go home... Damn it all, 404 Harley Street was his home! And Mrs. Forrester was sitting in the waiting room. A tiresome woman, a woman with too much money and too much spare time to think about her ailments. Someone had once said to him: “You must get very tired of these rich patients always fancying themselves ill.
His eyes, sympathetic and encouraging, watched her as she described - explained - went into details. Now and then he nodded his head understandingly. He asked questions, gave directions. A gentle glow pervaded the sufferer. Dr. Christow was really wonderful! He was so interested - so truly concerned. Even talking to him made one feel stronger. John Christow drew a sheet of paper towards him and began to write. Better give her a laxative, he supposed. That new American proprietary - nicely put up in cellophane and attractively coated in an unusual shade of salmon pink.
It was - damn it all - it was detached. He didn't want Henrietta to be detached. He wanted Henrietta to think only of him, never to let her mind stray away from him. ) The truth of it was that he was completely illogical. He didn't know what he wanted. (I want to go home... What an absurd, what a ridiculous phrase. ) In an hour or so at any rate he'd be driving out of London - forgetting about sick people with their faint, sour, “wrong” smell... sniffing wood smoke and pines and soft wet Autumn leaves...