Dog of Death By Agatha Christie

2. Death Dog #2

The second day after my arrival in Trearne, I recalled the story. My sister and I were drinking tea on the terrace.

“Kitty,” I said,

“What among the Belgian refugees

you used to be in, was there a nun?”

“You mean Sister Marie Angelique?”

“Possibly,” I said carefully.

“Try telling me about him.”

“Oh, he's a very mysterious person. He's still here.”

“What? In this house?”

“Not, no. The village. Dr. Rose - you remember Dr. Rose?” I'm shaking.

“Which I remember that eighty-three year old doctor.”

“Dr. Laird's. Oh, he's dead. Dr. Rose's been here a few years. He was very young, and very interested in new ideas. He was very interested in Sister Marie Angelique. This sister likes to have hallucinations and such, and she seems to be a very interesting object from a medical point of view. Poor lady, she has no home anymore, and according to

I think he's very mediocre, but he's impressive, if you understand what I mean. Well, like I said, he's not

got another house, and Dr. The kind-hearted Rose gave him a place to live in the village. I think she's writing a monograph or something doctors used to write, about the nurse.”

Kitty was silent for a moment, then said,

“But, what do you know about this nurse?”

“I heard a rather strange story.” I told that story, as Ryan told it. Kitty was very interested in him.

“He does look like the kind of person who can set you on fire - if you understand what I mean,” Kitty said.

My curiosity is getting tingled. “I must see this young lady.”

“Please. I want to know what you think of him. But meet Dr. Rose first. How about you go to the village after tea?” I took that advice.

Dr. Rose is home. I introduced myself. He seemed to be a friendly young man, but there was something I did not like in his carriage. His personality is too

strong, not entirely fun.

As soon as I mentioned Sister Mane Angelique, her attitude was immediately attentive. He was obviously very interested.

I told him what I heard from Ryan. “Ah,” said with a serious mimic.

“The story explains a lot.” He quickly looked at me, then continued.

“This case is really an amazingly interesting case. The woman had clearly experienced a great mental shock when she arrived here. His mental state was also very upset. He had some very surprising hallucinations. His personality too

I immediately stated willing.

We leave together. Our destination was a small cottage on the outskirts of the village. Folbridge is the place

it is very beautiful, located at the mouth of the Fol River, mostly on the side next to its team. The west side is too dangerous to build. But there are some cottages that stand on the side of the cliff there. Cottage the doctor himself perched on the edge of the cliff to the west. From there we can look down, towards the waves of the ocean that are crashing

the black rock.

This small cottage we were going to was located in a part that did not face the sea.

“District nurse lives here,” Dr. Rose explained.

“I've arranged for Sister Marie Angelique to stay at her house. He needs to be under professional supervision.”

“Is his behavior normal?” I asked wanting to know.

“Later you can see for yourself,” said the doctor with a smile.

The district nurse was a short, fat and friendly woman. He was out on his bike when we arrived.

“Good afternoon, Sister, how is your patient?” ask Dr. Rose.

“He's as usual, Doctor. Sitting there with both hands folded and his mind floated everywhere. Many times he did not answer if I spoke, but until now his English is not too good.” Dr. Rose nodded.

After the nurse departed, he approached the cottage door, knocked loudly, and entered.

Sister Marie Angelique was lying in a long chair by the window. He looked at us when we entered.

His face was strange - pale, transparent-looking, with a pair of large eyes. It seemed like that pair of eyes was harboring a tragedy

very very big.

“Good afternoon, Sister,” greet the doctor in French.

“Good afternoon, M. le docteur.”

“Let me introduce a friend. Mr. Anstruther.” I bowed, and the nurse tilted her head slightly, with a faint smile.

“How are you today?” ask the doctor, sitting next to him.

“My condition as usual only.” Sister Marie Angelique was silent for a moment, then continued.

“It seems that nothing

real to me. Either the days that pass - or the months - or the years? I barely noticed it. Only

my dreams that feel real.”

“Means you still dream often?”