Appleby On Ararat (Inspector Appleby)
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Inspector Appleby is stranded on a very strange island, with a rather odd bunch of people - too many men, too few women (and one of them too attractive) cause a deal of trouble. But that is nothing compared to later developments, including the body afloat in the water, and the attack by local inhabitants.
brown and gold. “I could take you and run you for years, John Appleby.” She became a flashing arc and vanished. He hitched decorously at his pants and dived too – a sound but inferior performance. The setting was all hers and perhaps she was right; with sun and sea and beach about she commanded invisible armies and could possibly have it all her own way. Or at least here he was, diving as instinctively as a bull seal after a favourite cow… He rose to the surface and rebelled. “I wish,” he
display of le sang froid.” He giggled uncertainly. “To keep us from joining Miss Curricle in l’eau chaud.” As ceremoniously as the gleanings of a sun-deck café would permit, they continued to dine. The drums, though again nearer, were not so terrifying after all; sophisticate the rhythm ever so slightly and there would result something very like the music to which thousands of civilised persons willingly dined every night. Even the howls – for it was undeniable that now the savages were
Hailstone stooped to pluck grass seeds from George’s untropical fleece. When he spoke it was in a voice that was frankly disturbed. “You really think–?” “It seems not improbable that there are people at the hotel who have designs against you.” Appleby in his turn paused to stare far across the ocean. “How Unumunu’s death fits in I don’t at all know. But when the picture becomes clearer it will find its place. Meanwhile we must be cautious. But I doubt if there is cause for real alarm.”
tickling George’s ear with a straw. George made indecisive noises, perhaps tentatively trying out a snicker of his own. Hailstone altered the pitch of his umbrella, as if feeling that the temperature on top of the barrow might be lowered that way. For seconds the whole scene hung in air, with no obvious sequel in sight. And then Heaven turned and walked back to the spot where they had first discovered him. The swallows flew up out of the chimney and were gone. But the interview was not over.
breathing of the veritable whales. Diana thought of how George might wake up and bark, of how Mr Rumsby might wake up and vacantly curse the night. But everything remained utterly still; there was no further voice from the sinister craft beside them; Mudge and Glover were unmoving shadows by her side. Minutes went past. The launch rocked gently; Mudge was leaning out, hauling; Appleby, dripping and gasping, was on the deck. They waited, and time seemed to linger about them as if trammelled in the