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Agatha Christie
Murder in
Mesopotamia
Chapter 5
Tell
Yarimjah
I don’t
mind admitting that my first impression on seeing Mrs Leidner was one of
downright surprise. One gets into the way of imagining a person when one hears
them talked about. I’d got it firmly into my head that Mrs Leidner was a dark,
discontented kind of woman. The nervy kind, all on edge. And then, too, I’d
expected her to be - well, to put it frankly - a bit vulgar.
She wasn’t
a bit like what I’d imagined her! To begin with, she was very fair. She wasn’t
a Swede, like her husband, but she might have been as far as looks went. She
had that blonde Scandinavian fairness that you don’t very often see. She wasn’t
a young woman. Midway between thirty and forty, I should say. Her face was
rather haggard, and there was some grey hair mingled with the fairness. Her
eyes, though, were lovely. They were the only eyes I’ve ever come across that
you might truly describe as violet. They were very large, and there were faint
shadows underneath them. She was very thin and fragile-looking, and if I say
that she had an air of intense weariness and was at the same time very much alive,
it sounds like nonsense - but that’s the feeling I got. I felt, too, that she was
a lady through and through. And that means something - even nowadays.
She put out
her hand and smiled. Her voice was low and soft with an American drawl in it.
‘I’m so
glad you’ve come, nurse. Will you have some tea? Or would you like to go to
your room first?’
I said I’d
have tea, and she introduced me to the people sitting round the table.
