The Mysterious Affair at Styles


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taken into account."  
A groan burst from Poirot.  
"What have I always told you? Everything must be taken into account. If the  
fact will not fit the theory--let the theory go."  
"
Well, we shall see," I said, nettled.  
Yes, we shall see."  
"
We had reached Leastways Cottage, and Poirot ushered me upstairs to his  
own room. He offered me one of the tiny Russian cigarettes he himself  
occasionally smoked. I was amused to notice that he stowed away the used  
matches most carefully in a little china pot. My momentary annoyance  
vanished.  
Poirot had placed our two chairs in front of the open window which  
commanded a view of the village street. The fresh air blew in warm and  
pleasant. It was going to be a hot day.  
Suddenly my attention was arrested by a weedy looking young man rushing  
down the street at a great pace. It was the expression on his face that was  
extraordinary--a curious mingling of terror and agitation.  
"
Look, Poirot!" I said.  
He leant forward.  
Tiens!" he said. "It is Mr. Mace, from the chemist's shop. He is coming  
"
here."  
The young man came to a halt before Leastways Cottage, and, after  
hesitating a moment, pounded vigorously at the door.  
"A little minute," cried Poirot from the window. "I come."  
Motioning to me to follow him, he ran swiftly down the stairs and opened the  
door. Mr. Mace began at once.  
"
Oh, Mr. Poirot, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I heard that you'd just  
come back from the Hall?"  
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