Dog of Death By Agatha Christie

Death Dog #3

“Always – always - and these dreams feel more real than life itself. You understand?”

“You dream about your country? Belgium?”

He shook his head.

“No. I dreamed of a country that never existed, never existed. But you already know about this, M. le docteur. I've told you many times.” He's speechless.

Then say it quickly, then,

“But perhaps this master is also a doctor, a doctor who is skilled in dealing with diseases related to the brain, perhaps?”

“Not, no,” says Dr. Rose with a reassuring tone, but as she smiled I saw her fang teeth were very sharp. There was a wolf-like impression in this person. Then he continued:

“I think, maybe you are interested to get acquainted with Mr. Anstruthe. He knows something about Belgium. Not long ago he

heard news about your monastery.”

Sister Marie Angelique turned to me.

A faint pink color permeated both sides of his cheeks.

“Actually not important,” I quickly explained.

“Tnight I had a meal with a friend, and he told me about the ruins of the walls of the monastery.”

“So, the convent has collapsed!”

His statement was a quiet appeal directed more at himself than at us. Then again he looked at me and

asked hesitantly,

“Say, Monsieur, is a friend

You mentioned, how did the monastery collapse, in what way?”

“The airport exploded,” I said, then added,

“Fearful farmers passing near there at night “

“Why fear?”

“Cause in one of the ruins of the wall there is a black mark. They've got superstitious revelations about the sign.”

Sister Marie Angelique leaning body. “Say, Monsieur-quick, quick-say, What's the sign like?”

“Shape like a big dog,”.

“The farmers call it the Dog of Death.”

“Ahhh....,” a loud scream was ejected from the sister's lips.

“Then, right seems right. Everything I remember is true. Not just a horrible nightmare. Everything really happened! Really happened!”

“What happened, Sister?” ask the doctor in a soft voice. Sister Marie Angelique turned to him in full

vim.

“I remember. There, on the steps, I remember. I remember how. I use that power like we used to

using it. I stood on the altar steps and asked them not to advance any closer. I asked them to

go in peace. But they won't listen. They kept going, even though I warned them. Then..” it.

leaning forward and making a movement

the weird.

“then I release the Dog of Death on them.” He lay back in his chair, his whole body trembling, both eyes closed.

Dr. Rose stood up, took a glass from the cupboard, filled half of it with water. Then he added a two-drop

drops of liquid from a small bottle he took out of his pocket.

The glass was extended to Sister Marie Angelique.

“Drink this,” he said in a commanding tone.

The nurse obeyed him - automatically, it seemed. His two eyes looked far away, as if looking at a vision that had appeared from within

itself.

“Then, everything is right,” said the nurse.

“Everything. Town Circle, People, Crystal Ball, everything. Everything is right.”

“It looks so,” says Dr. Rose.

Her voice was soft and soothing, clearly intentional to give encouragement, not to disturb the nun's thought.

“Tell me about the City,” he said. “City of Circle, you say?”

Sister Marie Angelique answered automatically, with a bright mind.

“Ya. The first circle is for the chosen one, the second circle for the priestesses, and the circle

outmost for the male priests.”

“And in the middle?” Sister Marie Angelique took a hard breath, and

his voice weakened into a tone of immeasurable amazement.

his right was raised to his forehead and his finger traced a shape there.

His figure grew increasingly stiffer. His eyes were closed, he was a little dazed, then suddenly he sat upright jerked, as if he had suddenly awakened.

“What is this?” he said confusedly.

“What I am

say?”

“It's okay,” said Dr. Rose. “You're tired. You need to rest. We'll go.” The sister looked a bit confused as we left her.

“Nah,” says Dr. Rose after we were outside.

“How to recruit you?” He glanced at me sharply.

“I think his mind is completely out of control,” I said slowly.

“You think so?”

“Not really. In fact he is, well, very convincing. While listening to what he said, I had the impression that he had really done what he said, doing some kind of incredible miracle. His belief that he did indeed do that did not seem far-fetched. That's why..”

“That's why you said his mind was already completely out of control. Indeed indeed. But let's look at this problem and the angle

another view. Had he really made that miracle happen, had he really destroyed the monastery and killed several hundred humans in it.”

“Just through the power of his mind?” ask me with a smile.

“I don't think so. You certainly agree that one person alone can destroy a large number of others by pressing the button that controls the explosive system.”

"Yes, but it's mechanical in nature.”

“True, mechanical, but at its core, it also means controlling and controlling the forces of nature. Rainstorms and electric substations are basically the same, right?”

“Yes, but to control the rainstorm we must use mechanical means.” Dr. Rose smiled.

“I'll deviate a little. There is a substance known as wintergreen. In nature, this substance is found in the form of vegetables. But this vegetable can also be made synthetically and chemically by humans in the laboratory.”

“So?”

“I mean, there are often two ways that can be used to give the same result. Our way, obviously, is a synthetic way. But there may be other ways. For example, the marvelous miracles, exhibited by the Indian devotees, cannot be explained easily. What we call the supernatural is actually just a natural result of something that our laws cannot yet understand

“You mean?” I asked with fascination.

“I mean, I can't completely ignore the possibility that there might be humans who have the ability to tap into a destructive force, then use it for personal purposes. The way it is used may seem like something supernatural to us. but it is not.”.

I look at him. He laughed.

“This is just speculation,” he said in a light tone.

“Try saying, did you notice the nun's movements when she mentioned Crystal Ball House?”

“He raised his hand to the forehead.”

“Accurate once. And he made a circle with his finger there. Just like Catholics make the sign of the cross. I'd like to tell you something rather interesting, Mr. Anstruthe. The word (crystal ball) is often spoken by my patient, if he is blabbering no kidding. So I did an experiment. I borrowed a crystal ball from someone, and showed it to him one day, all of a sudden, to

see his reaction.”

“Then?”

“Well, the result is very strange and suggestive. His whole body was stiff. He looked at the crystal ball, as if he could not believe what he saw. Then he slumped to his knees in front of the crystal ball, muttered a few words.

“What did he say?”

“His words are so strange. He said, 'Crystal ball! That belief still survives!...

“Outstanding.”

“Suggestive, right? Now the next strange thing. Upon coming to his senses, he forgot completely what had happened. I showed him the crystal ball, and asked him if he knew what it was. He replied that it looked like it was a crystal ball, the sort that fortune-tellers like to use. I asked, has he ever seen a crystal ball? He replied, Never, M. le docteur. But his eyes looked confused. 'What's bothering you, Sister?" ask me. He answered,

"Because it feels so strange. I've never seen a crystal ball, but I feel I know him well. There's something. If only I could remember..." He seemed to be very agitated, as he could not remember anything that bothered him, so I

forbid him to think further. That was two weeks ago. I intentionally waited for the right moment. Tomorrow I will hold further experiments.”

“With crystal ball again?”

“Yes, with crystal ball again. I'll have him look inside that crystal ball. I think the result must be interesting.”

“What results do you expect?? my question, full of curiosity. My question is actually just a fad, but the effect is really unexpected. Dr. Rose suddenly became stiff, her face reddened, and when she spoke again her attitude changed

drastic. It's more formal, more professional.

“I hope to get a bright spot on the issue of certain mental disorders, which have not been fully understood. Sister Marie Angelique is a very interesting research object.” So, the interest of Dr. Rose is completely professional? my thinking.

“Do you mind if I come with you?” my many.

Whether this was just my imagination or not, but I saw that he hesitated before answering.

Suddenly I felt he didn't want to

i'm in. “Sure can. I don't mind at all.” Then he added, “I don't think you'll be too long

being here'?”

“Only until the day after.”

I felt that answer relieved him. His forehead did not wrinkle anymore, and he began to bieara about some of his experiments

recently on guinea pig.