Elephants Can Remember

Elephants Can Remember by Agatha Christie Read Free Book Online

Book: Elephants Can Remember by Agatha Christie Read Free Book Online
Authors: Agatha Christie
Livingstone?’ she turned her head.
    Miss Livingstone, looking rather unlike herself and decorated with a good many cobwebs and a general coating of dust, stood looking annoyed in the doorway holding a pile of dusty volumes.
    ‘I don’t know whether any of these things will be any use to you, Mrs Oliver. They seem to go back for a great many years.’ She was disapproving.
    ‘Bound to,’ said Mrs Oliver.
    ‘I don’t know if there’s anything particular you want me to search for.’
    ‘I don’t think so,’ said Mrs Oliver, ‘if you’ll just put them on the corner of the sofa there I can look at them this evening.’
    Miss Livingstone, looking more disapproving every moment, said, ‘Very good, Mrs Oliver. I think I will just dust them first.’
    ‘That will be very kind of you,’ said Mrs Oliver, just stopping herself in time from saying – ‘and for goodness’ sake dust yourself as well. You’ve got six cobwebs in your left ear.’
    She glanced at her watch and rang the Islington number again. The voice that answered this time was purely Anglo-Saxon and had a crisp sharpness about it that Mrs Oliver felt was rather satisfactory.
    ‘Miss Ravenscroft? – Celia Ravenscroft?’
    ‘Yes, this is Celia Ravenscroft.’
    ‘Well, I don’t expect you’ll remember me very well. I’m Mrs Oliver. Ariadne Oliver. We haven’t seen each other for a long time, but actually I’m your godmother.’
    ‘Oh yes, of course. I know that. No, we haven’t seen each other for a long time.’
    ‘I wonder very much if I could see you, if you could come and see me, or whatever you like. Would you like to come to a meal or . . .’
    ‘Well, it’s rather difficult at present, where I’m working. I could come round this evening, if you like. About half past seven or eight. I’ve got a date later but . . .’
    ‘If you do that I shall be very, very pleased,’ said Mrs Oliver.
    ‘Well, of course I will.’
    ‘I’ll give you the address.’ Mrs Oliver gave it.
    ‘Good. I’ll be there. Yes, I know where that is, quite well.’
    Mrs Oliver made a brief note on the telephone pad, and looked with some annoyance at Miss Livingstone, who had just come into the room struggling under the weight of a large album.
    ‘I wondered if this could possibly be it, Mrs Oliver?’
    ‘No, it couldn’t,’ said Mrs Oliver. ‘That’s got cookery recipes in it.’
    ‘Oh dear,’ said Miss Livingstone, ‘so it has.’
    ‘Well, I might as well look at some of them anyway,’ said Mrs Oliver, removing the volume firmly. ‘Go and have another look. You know, I’ve thought about the linen cupboard. Next door to the bathroom. You’d have to look on the top shelf above the bath towels. I do sometimes stick papers and books in there. Wait a minute. I’ll come up and look myself.’
    Ten minutes later Mrs Oliver was looking through the pages of a faded album. Miss Livingstone, having entered her final stage of martyrdom, was standing by the door. Unable to bear the sight of so much suffering, Mrs Oliver said,
    ‘Well, that’s all right. You might just take a look in the desk in the dining-room. The old desk. You know, the one that’s broken a bit. See if you can find some more address books. Early ones. Anything up to about ten years old will be worth while having a look at. And after that,’ said Mrs Oliver, ‘I don’t think I shall want anything more today.’
    Miss Livingstone departed. ‘I wonder,’ said Mrs Oliver to herself, releasing a deep sigh as she sat down. She looked through the pages of the birthday book. ‘Who’s better pleased? She to go or I to see her go? After Celia has come and gone, I shall have to have a busy evening.’
    Taking a new exercise book from the pile she kept on a small table by her desk, she entered various dates, possible addresses and names, looked up one or two more things in the telephone book and then proceeded to ring up Monsieur Hercule Poirot.
    ‘Ah, is that you, Monsieur

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