Super good read! I am enchanted by Agatha's language prowess and the hint of humour!!! :)
Tommy felt cold waves of despair pass over him. Then a hand fell on his shoulder.
"Here I am, son. Your British traffic beats description! Put me wise to the crooks right away."
"That's Whittington--there, getting in now, that big dark man. The other is the foreign chap he's talking to."
"I'm on to them. Which of the two is my bird?"
Tommy had thought out this question.
"Got any money with you?" Julius shook his head, and Tommy's face fell.
"I guess I haven't more than three or four hundred dollars with me at the moment," explained the American.
Tommy gave a faint whoop of relief.
"Oh, Lord, you millionaires! You don't talk the same language! Climb aboard the lugger. Here's your ticket. Whittington's your man."
"Me for Whittington!" said Julius darkly.
And one of my favourite quotes from the book ---
TAKEN aback though he was by the man's words, Tommy did not hesitate.
If audacity had successfully carried him so far, it was to be hoped it would carry him yet farther.
And all the while that this agonized questioning went on within him, he talked flippantly to Conrad,
enraging the cross-grained doorkeeper to the point of homicidal mania.
FRIDAY and Saturday passed uneventfully. Tuppence had received a brief answer to her appeal from Mr. Carter. In it he pointed out that the Young Adventurers had undertaken the work at their own risk, and had been fully warned of the dangers. If anything had happened to Tommy he regretted it deeply, but he could do nothing.
This was cold comfort. Somehow, without Tommy, all the savour went out of the adventure, and, for the first time, Tuppence felt doubtful of success. While they had been together she had never questioned it for a minute.
... ... ...
It seemed to the girl that, for the first time, she realized the sinister character of the mission they had
undertaken so lightheartedly.
It had begun like a page of romance. Now, shorn of its glamour, it
seemed to be turning to grim reality. Tommy--that was all that mattered.
Many times in the day Tuppence blinked the tears out of her eyes resolutely. "Little fool," she would
apostrophize herself, "don't snivel. Of course you're fond of him. You've known him all your life. But there's no need to be sentimental about it."
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