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“
What
an
intelligence
has
my
friend
Hastings
!
”
he
exclaimed
sarcastically
.
“
Comprehend
you
not
that
I
have
forbidden
such
a
loaf
—
a
loaf
haphazard
and
shapeless
,
that
no
baker
should
permit
himself
to
bake
!
”
I
endeavoured
to
distract
his
mind
.
“
Anything
interesting
come
by
the
post
?
”
Poirot
shook
his
head
with
a
dissatisfied
air
.
“
I
have
not
yet
examined
my
letters
,
but
nothing
of
interest
arrives
nowadays
.
The
great
criminals
,
the
criminals
of
method
,
they
do
not
exist
.
The
cases
I
have
been
employed
upon
lately
were
banal
to
the
last
degree
.
In
verity
I
am
reduced
to
recovering
lost
lap
-
dogs
for
fashionable
ladies
!
The
last
problem
that
presented
any
interest
was
that
intricate
little
affair
of
the
Yardly
diamond
,
and
that
was
—
how
many
months
ago
,
my
friend
?
”
He
shook
his
head
despondently
,
and
I
roared
with
laughter
.
“
Cheer
up
,
Poirot
,
the
luck
will
change
.
Open
your
letters
.
For
all
you
know
,
there
may
be
a
great
Case
looming
on
the
horizon
.
”
Poirot
smiled
,
and
taking
up
the
neat
little
letter
opener
with
which
he
opened
his
correspondence
he
slit
the
tops
of
the
several
envelopes
that
lay
by
his
plate
.
“
A
bill
.
Another
bill
.
It
is
that
I
grow
extravagant
in
my
old
age
.
Aha
!
a
note
from
Japp
.
”
“
Yes
?
”
pricked
up
my
ears
.
The
Scotland
Yard
Inspector
had
more
than
once
introduced
us
to
an
interesting
case
.
