The Million Dollar Bond Robbery: A Hercule Poirot Short Story

THE MILLION DOLLAR BOND ROBBERY

A Short Story

by Agatha Christie

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This short story is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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‘The Million Dollar Bond Robbery’ was first published in The Sketch, 2 May 1923.

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Contents

Cover

Title Page

Copyright

The Million Dollar Bond Robbery

About the Publisher

The Million Dollar Bond Robbery

‘The Million Dollar Bond Robbery’ was first published in The Sketch, 2 May 1923.

‘What a number of bond robberies there have been lately!’ I observed one morning, laying aside the newspaper. ‘Poirot, let us forsake the science of detection, and take to crime instead!’

‘You are on the – how do you say it? – get-rich-quick tack, eh, mon ami?’

‘Well, look at this last coup, the million dollars’ worth of Liberty Bonds which the London and Scottish Bank were sending to New York, and which disappeared in such a remarkable manner on board the Olympia.’

‘If it were not for mal de mer, and the difficulty of practising the so excellent method of Laverguier for a longer time than the few hours of crossing the Channel, I should delight to voyage myself on one of these big liners,’ murmured Poirot dreamily.

‘Yes, indeed,’ I said enthusiastically. ‘Some of them must be perfect palaces; the swimming-baths, the lounges, the restaurant, the palm courts – really, it must be hard to believe that one is on the sea.’

‘Me, I always know when I am on the sea,’ said Poirot sadly. ‘And all those bagatelles that you enumerate, they say nothing to me; but, my friend, consider for a moment the geniuses that travel as it were incognito! On board these floating palaces, as you so justly call them, one would meet the élite, the haute noblesse of the criminal world!’

I laughed.

‘So that’s the way your enthusiasm runs! You would have liked to cross swords with the man who sneaked the Liberty Bonds?’

The landlady interrupted us.

‘A young lady as wants to see you, Mr Poirot. Here’s her card.’

The card bore the inscription: Miss Esmée Farquhar, and Poirot, after diving under the table to retrieve a stray crumb, and putting it carefully in the waste-paper basket, nodded to the landlady to admit her.

In another minute one of the most charming girls I have ever seen was ushered into the room. She was perhaps about five-and-twenty, with big brown eyes and a perfect figure. She was well-dressed and perfectly composed in manner.

‘Sit down, I beg of you, mademoiselle. This is my friend, Captain Hastings, who aids me in my little problems.’

‘I am afraid it is a big problem I have brought you today, Monsieur Poirot,’ said the girl, giving me a pleasant bow as she seated herself. ‘I dare say you have read about it in the papers. I am referring to the theft of Liberty Bonds on the Olympia.’ Some astonishment must have shown itself on Poirot’s face, for she continued quickly: ‘You are doubtless asking yourself what have I to do with a grave institution like the London and Scottish Bank. In one sense nothing, in another sense everything. You see, Monsieur Poirot, I am engaged to Mr Philip Ridgeway.’

‘Aha! and Mr Philip Ridgeway –’

‘Was in charge of the bonds when they were stolen. Of course no actual blame can attach to him, it was not his fault in any way. Nevertheless, he is half distraught over the matter, and his uncle, I know, insists that he must carelessly have mentioned having them in his possession. It is a terrible setback to his career.’

‘Who is his uncle?’

‘Mr Vavasour, joint general manager of the London and Scottish Bank.’

‘Suppose, Miss Farquhar, that you recount to me the whole story?’

‘Very well. As you know, the Bank wished to extend their credits in America, and for this purpose decided to send over a million dollars in Liberty Bonds. Mr Vavasour selected his nephew, who had occupied a position of trust in the Bank for many years and who was conversant with all the details of the Bank’s dealings in New York, to make the trip. The Olympia

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