Spanish history activity 1

John Harrison left the house and stood for a moment

on the terrace, facing the garden. He was a tall man
with a thin, cadaverous face. However, his gloomy
appearance was softened by smiling, then showing
something very attractive.

Harrison loved his garden, the sight of which was

unbeatable on that languid, sunny August evening.
The roses wore all their beauty and the sweet peas
perfumed the air.

A familiar screech made Harrison turn his head to

one side. The astonishment was reflected in his
countenance, because the neat figure that advanced
by the path was the one he least expected.

-What joy! exclaimed Harrison. If it is Monsieur

Poirot!

Indeed, here was Hecule Poirot, the shrewd

detective.
-Me in person. He once said to me: "If you ever get
lost in that part of the world, come see me." I
accepted your invitation, do you remember?

"I'm delighted," Harrison said sincerely. Sit down

and have a drink.

His hospitable hand pointed to a table on the

portico, where there were various bottles.

'Thank you,' said Poirot, dropping into a wicker

chair, 'by any chance you have no syrup? No, I see
that not. Well, pour me some soda, whiskey please,
no. 'His voice became plaintive as he was served.
Wow, my mustaches are straight! It must be the
heat.

-What brings you to this quiet place? Harrison

asked as he settled into another chair. Is it a pleasure
trip?

-No, mon ami; business.

-Business? In this section of the corner?

Poirot nodded gravely.

-Yes, my friend; not all crimes are framed by large

urban agglomerations.

Harrison laughed.

-I guess I was something simple. What kind of

crime are you investigating around here? Well, if I
may ask.

-Of course. Not only do I like it, but I also

appreciate your questions.

Harrison's eyes were curious. The attitude of his

visitor indicated that he was bringing a matter of
importance there.