Like most young people after the War, Tommy Beresford and Tuppence Cowley are flat broke and out of work. Restless for excitement, they embark on a daring business scheme-Young Adventurers Ltd. 'willing to do anything, go anywhere'.
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Posted March 14, 2010 by RHillyer , Millington Tenn.Agatha did it again.
My heart raced when Tuppence went undercover - I love how they travel by train, dine in expensive restaurants on the government's dime, solve a mystery and save a girl's life.
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December 31, 2000
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Excerpt from The Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie
The Young Adventurers, Ltd.
'Tommy, old thing!'
'Tuppence, old bean!'
The two young people greeted each other affectionately, and momentarily blocked the Dover Street Tube exit in doing so. The adjective 'old' was misleading. Their united ages would certainly not have totalled forty-five.
'Not seen you for simply centuries,' continued the young man. 'Where are you off to? Come and chew a bun with me. We're getting a bit unpopular here-blocking the gangway as it were. Let's get out of it.'
The girl assenting, they started walking down Dover Street towards Piccadilly.
'Now then,' said Tommy, 'where shall we go?'
The very faint anxiety which underlay his tone did not escape the astute ears of Miss Prudence Cowley, known to her intimate friends for some mysterious reason as 'Tuppence.' She pounced at once.
'Tommy, you're stony!'
'Not a bit of it,' declared Tommy unconvincingly. 'Rolling in cash.'
'You always were a shocking liar,' said Tuppence severely, 'though you did once persuade SisterGreenbank that the doctor had ordered you beer as a tonic, but forgotten to write it on the chart. Do you remember?'
'I should think I did! Wasn't the old cat in a rage when she found out? Not that she was a bad sort really, old Mother Greenbank! Good old hospital-demobbed like everything else, I suppose?'
'Yes. You too?'
'Two months ago.'
'Gratuity?' hinted Tuppence.
'No, old thing, not in riotous dissipation. No such luck! The cost of living-ordinary plain, or garden living nowadays is, I assure you, if you do not know-'
'My dear child,' interrupted Tuppence, 'there is nothing I do not know about the cost of living. Here we are at Lyons', and we will each of us pay for our own. That's that!' And Tuppence led the way upstairs.