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TRIANGLE AT RHODES,One,Hercule Poirot sat on the white sand and looked out across the sparkling blue water. He wascarefully dressed in a dandified fashion in white flannels ¹ and a large panama hat protected hishead. He belonged to the old-fashioned generation which believed in covering itself carefully fromthe sun. Miss?Pamela Lyall, who sat beside him and talked ceaselessly, represented the modernschool of thought in that she was wearing the barest minimum of clothing on her sun-brownedperson.,Occasionally her flow of conversation stopped whilst she reanointed herself from a bottle ofoily fluid which stood be-,side her.,On the farther side of Miss?Pamela Lyall her great friend, Miss?Sarah Blake, lay facedownwards on a gaudily-striped towel. Miss?Blake’s tanning was as perfect as possible and herfriend cast dissatisfied glances at her more than once.,M. Poirot obliged and then wiped his oily hand carefully on his handkerchief. Miss?Lyall,whose principal interests in life were the observation of people round her and the sound of herown voice, continued to talk.,“I was right about that woman—the one in the Chanel model—it is Valentine Dacres—Chantry, I mean. I thought it was. I recognized her at once. She’s really rather marvellous, isn’tshe? I mean I can understand how people go quite crazy about her. She just obviously expectsthem to! That’s half the battle. Those other people who came last night are called Gold. He’sterribly good-looking. ”,“Honeymooners?
” murmured Sarah in a stifled ² voice.,Miss?Lyall shook her head in an experienced manner.,“Oh, no—her clothes aren’t new enough. You can always tell brides! Don’t you think it’s themost fascinating thing in the world to watch people, M. Poirot, and see what you can find outabout them by just looking?”,He is wearing flannels and a blue jacket. 他穿着一条法兰绒裤子和一件蓝夹克 。,The gas stifled them. 煤气使他们窒息
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