Elephants Can Remember

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Authors: Agatha Christie
feel my best.”
    Mrs. Oliver indicated a chair and manipulated a couple of decanters.
    “Like sherry or something else?”
    “No. I'd like sherry.”
    “There you are, then. I suppose it seems rather odd to you,” said Mrs. Oliver. “My ringing you up suddenly like this.”
    “Oh, no, I don't know that it does particularly.”
    “I'm not a very conscientious godmother, I'm afraid.”
    “Why should you be, at my age?”
    “You're right there,” said Mrs. Oliver. “One's duties, one feels, end at a certain time. Not that I ever really fulfilled mine. I don't remember coming to your confirmation.”
    “I believe the duty of a godmother is to make you learn your catechism and a few things like that, isn't it? Renounce the devil and all his works in my name,” said Celia. A faint, humorous smile came to her lips.
    She was being very amiable but all the same, thought Mrs. Oliver, she's rather a dangerous girl in some ways.
    “Well, I'll tell you why I've been trying to get hold of you,” said Mrs. Oliver. “The whole thing is rather peculiar. I don't often go out to literary parties, but as it happened I did go out to one the day before yesterday.”
    “Yes, I know,” said Celia. “I saw mention of it in the paper, and you had your name in it, too, Mrs. Ariadne Oliver and I rather wondered because I know you don't usually go to those sort of things.”
    “No,” said Mrs. Oliver. “I rather wish I hadn't gone to that one.”
    “Didn't you enjoy it?”
    “Yes, I did in a way because I hadn't been to one before. And so - well, the first time there's always something that amuses you. But,” she added, “there's usually something that annoys you as well.”
    “And something happened to annoy you?”
    “Yes. And it's connected in an odd sort of way with you, And I thought - well, I thought I ought to tell you about it because I didn't like what happened. I didn't like it at all.”
    “Sounds intriguing,” said Celia, and sipped her sherry.
    “There was a woman there who came and spoke to me. I didn't know her and she didn't know me.”
    “Still, I suppose that often happens to you,” said Celia.
    “Yes, invariably,” said Mrs. Oliver. “It's one of the - hazards of literary life. People come up to you and say, 'I do love your books so much and I'm so pleased to be able to meet you.' That sort of thing.”
    “I was secretary to a writer once. I do know about that sort of thing and how difficult it is.”
    “Yes, well, there was some of that too, but that I was prepared for. And then this woman came up to me and she said, 'I believe you have a goddaughter called Celia Ravenscroft.'”
    “Well, that was a bit odd,” said Celia. “Just coming up to you and saying that. It seems to me she ought to have led into it more gradually. You know, talking about your books first and how much she'd enjoyed the last one, or something like that. And then sliding into me. What had she got against me?”
    “As far as I know she hadn't got anything against you,” said Mrs. Oliver.
    “Was she a friend of mine?”
    “I don't know,” said Mrs. Oliver.
    There was a silence. Celia sipped some more sherry and looked very searchingly at Mrs. Oliver.
    “You know,” she said, “you're rather intriguing me. I can't see quite what you're leading into.”
    “Well,” said Mrs. Oliver, “I hope you won't be angry with me.”
    “Why should I be angry with you?”
    “Well, because I'm going to tell you something, or repeat something, and you might say it's no business of mine or I ought to keep quiet about it and not mention it.”
    “You've aroused my curiosity,” said Celia.
    “Her name she mentioned to me. She was a Mrs. Burton-Cox.”
    “Oh!”
    Celia's “Oh” was rather distinctive, “Oh.”
    “You know her?”
    “Yes, I know her,” said Celia.
    “Well, I thought you must, because -”
    “Because of what?”
    “Because of something she said.”
    “What - about me? That she knew me?”
    “She said

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