The Mysterious Affair at Styles


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"Started the moment I got the wire. Just come off night duty. Hired car.  
Quickest way to get here."  
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Have you had anything to eat this morning, Evie?" asked John.  
No."  
I thought not. Come along, breakfast's not cleared away yet, and they'll  
make you some fresh tea." He turned to me. "Look after her, Hastings, will  
you? Wells is waiting for me. Oh, here's Monsieur Poirot. He's helping us,  
you know, Evie."  
Miss Howard shook hands with Poirot, but glanced suspiciously over her  
shoulder at John.  
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What do you mean--helping us?"  
Helping us to investigate."  
Nothing to investigate. Have they taken him to prison yet?"  
Taken who to prison?"  
Who? Alfred Inglethorp, of course!"  
My dear Evie, do be careful. Lawrence is of the opinion that my mother died  
from heart seizure."  
"More fool, Lawrence!" retorted Miss Howard. "Of course Alfred Inglethorp  
murdered poor Emily--as I always told you he would."  
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My dear Evie, don't shout so. Whatever we may think or suspect, it is better  
to say as little as possible for the present. The inquest isn't until Friday."  
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Not until fiddlesticks!" The snort Miss Howard gave was truly magnificent.  
You're all off your heads. The man will be out of the country by then. If he's  
any sense, he won't stay here tamely and wait to be hanged."  
John Cavendish looked at her helplessly.  
"I know what it is," she accused him, "you've been listening to the doctors.  
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