Appointment with Death Page #6

You'd better do the job properly.

Are you sure this is the normal fee

for the work?

I thought you ought to see this, sir.

Oh, Lord!

Something serious?

Some American's disappeared from Qumran.

Qumran? Isn't that by the Dead Sea?

This American,

do we have anything on him?

His name is-

Jefferson Cope.

How on earth did you know that?

Ascribe it to the little grey cells.

I have some slight knowledge of the fellow.

Perhaps I could help?

Would you?

Will you be going out today, sir?

- Good morning, Hercule.

- Bonjour, doctor.

Mother, please. I'm not a child anymore.

That voice.

Go upstairs, Ray, darling, and get

my digitalis. I don't feel very well.

Will you be going out, then?

Mrs. Boynton...

you have tried to prevent your son

and daughter from making friends with me.

Well, it's just pathetic

and rather ludicrous.

Why be an ogre?

You could be kind if you tried.

I never forget. Remember that.

I never forget anything...

not an action...

not a name...

not a face.

Dr. King.

I believe you, too, are going

by car to Qumran?

Yes.

I've already complained

about the first one our tour company sent.

I am insisting on decent transport.

Perhaps you will accord me

the pleasure of coming to Qumran with me?

Colonel Carbury has placed

a car at my disposal.

Monsieur Poirot, did I hear you say

you had a car available?

I shall be going with Monsieur Poirot.

- Be sure I get a complete rebate.

- I'll do my very best for you, madam.

A most gracious gesture.

I think so, yes. All right,

let's go to Qumran.

I'm so looking forward to this.

The desert, the sand, local animals.

I do hope I've brought enough film

for my camera.

I have so much I want to record.

Thank you. I'm Hercule Poirot.

The Hercule Poirot?

- My name's Healey, sir.

- Oh, yes.

We work along the same lines...

putting together a case from little scraps

of evidence that don't seem to make sense.

And what news of Mr. Cope?

Not a thing, I'm afraid.

And there's more bad news.

Miss Quinton has vanished, too.

Miss Quinton and Mr. Cope?

I can't believe it.

What are those people doing?

Why, they're digging, Mrs. -

Lady Westholme.

Why are they digging when they should be

searching for Miss Quinton?

Sarah King.

Here Here

I wish you all would please listen to me.

We have a lady missing.

- There's so much coming and going.

- I want you to stop your digging now.

Visitors and archaeologists

and other excavations.

It was only today we realized

that Miss Quinton had gone.

She's very small, very petite.

Why don't you all pay attention?

- Did they both go together?

- Well...

Hello, lady. Look, I found something.

For the cigarette.

And what do you think of that?

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