The Mysterious Affair at Styles


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Then that is cleared up! By the way, your mistress didn't ask you to sign  
any paper yesterday?"  
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To sign a paper? No, sir."  
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When Mr. Hastings and Mr. Lawrence came in yesterday evening, they  
found your mistress busy writing letters. I suppose you can give me no idea  
to whom these letters were addressed?"  
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I'm afraid I couldn't, sir. I was out in the evening. Perhaps Annie could tell  
you, though she's a careless girl. Never cleared the coffee-cups away last  
night. That's what happens when I'm not here to look after things."  
Poirot lifted his hand.  
"Since they have been left, Dorcas, leave them a little longer, I pray you. I  
should like to examine them."  
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Very well, sir."  
What time did you go out last evening?"  
About six o'clock, sir."  
Thank you, Dorcas, that is all I have to ask you." He rose and strolled to the  
window. "I have been admiring these flower beds. How many gardeners are  
employed here, by the way?"  
"Only three now, sir. Five, we had, before the war, when it was kept as a  
gentleman's place should be. I wish you could have seen it then, sir. A fair  
sight it was. But now there's only old Manning, and young William, and a  
new-fashioned woman gardener in breeches and such-like. Ah, these are  
dreadful times!"  
"The good times will come again, Dorcas. At least, we hope so. Now, will you  
send Annie to me here?"  
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."  
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How did you know that Mrs. Inglethorp took sleeping powders?" I asked, in  
lively curiosity, as Dorcas left the room. "And about the lost key and the  
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