THE SECRET ADVERSARY BY AGATHA CHRISTIE

mind to marry money when I was quite young. Any thinking girl would! I’m not

sentimental, you know.” She paused. “Come now, you can’t say I’m sentimental,”

she added sharply.

“Certainly not,” agreed Tommy hastily. “No one would ever think of

sentiment in connection with you.”

“That’s not very polite,” replied Tuppence. “But I dare say you mean it

all right. Well, there it is! I’m ready and willing–but I never meet any rich

men! All the boys I know are about as hard up as I am.”

“What about the general?” inquired Tommy.

“I fancy he keeps a bicycle shop in time of peace,” explained Tuppence.

“No, there it is! Now you could marry a rich girl.”

“I’m like you. I don’t know any.”

“That doesn’t matter. You can always get to know one. Now, if I see a man

in a fur coat come out of the Ritz I can’t rush up to him and say: ‘Look here,

you’re rich. I’d like to know you.’ ”

“Do you suggest that I should do that to a similarly garbed female?”

“Don’t be silly. You tread on her foot, or pick up her handkerchief, or

something like that. If she thinks you want to know her she’s flattered, and

will manage it for you somehow.”

“You overrate my manly charms,” murmured Tommy.

“On the other hand,” proceeded Tuppence, “my millionaire would probably run

for his life! No–marriage is fraught with difficulties. Remains–to MAKE

money!”

“We’ve tried that, and failed,” Tommy reminded her.

“We’ve tried all the orthodox ways, yes. But suppose we try the

unorthodox. Tommy, let’s be adventurers!”

“Certainly,” replied Tommy cheerfully. “How do we begin?”

“That’s the difficulty. If we could make ourselves known, people might

hire us to commit crimes for them.”

“Delightful,” commented Tommy. “Especially coming from a clergyman’s

daughter!”

“The moral guilt,” Tuppence pointed out, “would be theirs–not mine. You

must admit that there’s a difference between stealing a diamond necklace for

yourself and being hired to steal it.”

“There wouldn’t be the least difference if you were caught!”

“Perhaps not. But I shouldn’t be caught. I’m so clever.”

“Modesty always was your besetting sin,” remarked Tommy.

“Don’t rag. Look here, Tommy, shall we really? Shall we form a business

partnership?”

“Form a company for the stealing of diamond necklaces?”

“That was only an illustration. Let’s have a–what do you call it in

book-keeping?”

“Don’t know. Never did any.”

“I have–but I always got mixed up, and used to put credit entries on the

debit side, and vice versa–so they fired me out. Oh, I know–a joint venture!

It struck me as such a romantic phrase to come across in the middle of musty old

figures. It’s got an Elizabethan flavour about it–makes one think of galleons

and doubloons. A joint venture!”

“Trading under the name of the Young Adventurers, Ltd.? Is that your idea,

Tuppence?”

“It’s all very well to laugh, but I feel there might be something in it.”

“How do you propose to get in touch with your would-be employers?”

“Advertisement,” replied Tuppence promptly. “Have you got a bit of paper

and a pencil? Men usually seem to have. Just like we have hairpins and

powder-puffs.”

Tommy handed over a rather shabby green notebook, and Tuppence began

writing busily.

“Shall we begin: ‘Young officer, twice wounded in the war–‘ ”

“Certainly not.”

“Oh, very well, my dear boy. But I can assure you that that sort of thing

might touch the heart of an elderly spinster, and she might adopt you, and then

there would be no need for you to be a young adventurer at all.”

“I don’t want to be adopted.”

“I forgot you had a prejudice against it. I was only ragging you! The

papers are full up to the brim with that type of thing. Now listen–how’s this?

‘Two young adventurers for hire. Willing to do anything, go anywhere. Pay must

be good.’ (We might as well make that clear from the start.) Then we might add:

‘No reasonable offer refused’–like flats and furniture.”

“I should think any offer we get in answer to that would be a pretty

UNreasonable one!”

“Tommy! You’re a genius! That’s ever so much more chic. ‘No unreasonable

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