The Mysterious Affair at Styles


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traces of brown mould and earth. The weather had been perfectly fine for  
some days, and no ordinary boots would have left such a heavy deposit.  
"I strolled to the window, and saw at once that the begonia beds had been  
newly planted. The mould in the beds was exactly similar to that on the floor  
of the boudoir, and also I learnt from you that they had been planted  
yesterday afternoon. I was now sure that one, or possibly both of the  
gardeners--for there were two sets of footprints in the bed--had entered the  
boudoir, for if Mrs. Inglethorp had merely wished to speak to them she  
would in all probability have stood at the window, and they would not have  
come into the room at all. I was now quite convinced that she had made a  
fresh will, and had called the two gardeners in to witness her signature.  
Events proved that I was right in my supposition."  
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That was very ingenious," I could not help admitting. "I must confess that  
the conclusions I drew from those few scribbled words were quite  
erroneous."  
He smiled.  
"You gave too much rein to your imagination. Imagination is a good servant,  
and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely."  
"Another point--how did you know that the key of the despatch-case had  
been lost?"  
"
I did not know it. It was a guess that turned out to be correct. You observed  
that it had a piece of twisted wire through the handle. That suggested to me  
at once that it had possibly been wrenched off a flimsy key-ring. Now, if it  
had been lost and recovered, Mrs. Inglethorp would at once have replaced it  
on her bunch; but on her bunch I found what was obviously the duplicate  
key, very new and bright, which led me to the hypothesis that somebody else  
had inserted the original key in the lock of the despatch-case."  
"Yes," I said, "Alfred Inglethorp, without doubt."  
Poirot looked at me curiously.  
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You are very sure of his guilt?"  
Well, naturally. Every fresh circumstance seems to establish it more  
clearly."  
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