Appointment with Death Page #7

Think of what, Madame? What is it?

Miss Quinton's cigarette case.

She's always losing it.

It is a vital clue to her whereabouts.

What is that?

Horsemen. Quite a lot of them.

Well, maybe it's their abductors.

I think the truth

is probably more prosaic than that.

It usually is you know, Dr. King,

despite appearances.

Goodness me, there she is.

How immensely theatrical.

I hoped to see something like this.

Remind me not to do this again.

Miss Quinton, you've caused much anxiety.

Oh, really? Oh, dear.

Well, we were only in the next valley.

- You were?

- We enjoyed an Arabian night in the desert.

It was great fun.

I can imagine it was.

Shucran. Thank you very much.

See you again, I hope.

Well, we rejoice that the lambs

that were lost have returned to the fold.

Now that that has been established,

could we have some lunch, Mr. Healey?

That's the most sensible thing

you've said all morning.

There's no need for that noise, madam.

This is not New York.

It is a site of history.

Why, that woman is of the commonest type,

gross and offensive.

Lunch is served a little

further up the hill.

Look at that.

The Arabs have a nose

for who tips the most.

Afternoon.

I've been thinking about you.

I know it seems odd

after such a short acquaintance...

but I think I'm in love with you.

Well, if you are, you'd better learn

to stand up for yourself a little.

Behave like a man. Don't you think?

It's never as true as it is about food

in this region.

It looks like lamb.

A very nice meal, wasn't it, children?

Considering it was prepared by foreigners.

Poirot!

- Is that...

- Poirot!

Since there is no mystery for me to solve...

Colonel Carbury has persuaded me

to visit the town of Acre with him.

Well, I shall just have to manage

without you, Monsieur Poirot.

You will do it all too well.

Small ones in the front,

tall ones in the back. That's it.

I'm coming, Carbury. Excuse me.

I must hurry.

I'm sorry.

I'll bet you are.

Good-bye.

I think you should all take a little walk.

It will do you good to get away

from me for a little while.

Smile.

- Say "cheese".

- Cheese!

Lennox will settle me

in my chair outside my tent...

and, Nadine, you'll see

that I have my medicine.

I don't want to go to bed.

Why should I go to bed? I'm not going to.

Ginevra, go to your tent.

I'm not tired.

- Of course you are, go to rest at once.

- All right.

- Raymond.

- Yes, ma'am.

Why don't you ask Dr. King

if she'd like to join you on your walk?

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

And while you're there...

ask Lady Westholme if she could spare me

a moment while you're all gone.

Jefferson, Mother suggested

we go for a walk.

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