The Mysterious Affair at Styles


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confirmed, or eliminated."  
"Poirot," I said, "your gaiety does not deceive me. This is a very important  
discovery."  
"I do not know," said Poirot. "But one thing does strike me. No doubt it has  
struck you too."  
"
"
What is that?"  
Why, that there is altogether too much strychnine about this case. This is  
the third time we run up against it. There was strychnine in Mrs.  
Inglethorp's tonic. There is the strychnine sold across the counter at Styles  
St. Mary by Mace. Now we have more strychnine, handled by one of the  
household. It is confusing; and, as you know, I do not like confusion."  
Before I could reply, one of the other Belgians opened the door and stuck his  
head in.  
"
There is a lady below, asking for Mr Hastings."  
A lady?"  
"
I jumped up. Poirot followed me down the narrow stairs. Mary Cavendish  
was standing in the doorway.  
"I have been visiting an old woman in the village," she explained, "and as  
Lawrence told me you were with Monsieur Poirot I thought I would call for  
you."  
"Alas, madame," said Poirot, "I thought you had come to honour me with a  
visit!"  
"I will some day, if you ask me," she promised him, smiling.  
"
That is well. If you should need a father confessor, madame" --she started  
ever so slightly--"remember, Papa Poirot is always at your service."  
She stared at him for a few minutes, as though seeking to read some deeper  
meaning into his words. Then she turned abruptly away.  
"Come, will you not walk back with us too, Monsieur Poirot?"  
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