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My
companion
listened
with
widening
eyes
.
“
Isn
’
t
that
interesting
,
now
?
I
just
adore
crime
.
I
go
to
all
the
mysteries
on
the
movies
.
And
when
there
’
s
a
murder
on
I
just
devour
the
papers
.
”
“
Do
you
remember
the
Styles
Case
?
”
I
asked
.
“
Let
me
see
,
was
that
the
old
lady
who
was
poisoned
?
Somewhere
down
in
Essex
?
”
I
nodded
.
“
That
was
Poirot
’
s
first
big
case
.
Undoubtedly
,
but
for
him
,
the
murderer
would
have
escaped
scot
-
free
.
It
was
a
most
wonderful
bit
of
detective
work
.
”
Warming
to
my
subject
,
I
ran
over
the
heads
of
the
affair
,
working
up
to
the
triumphant
and
unexpected
dénouement
.
The
girl
listened
spellbound
.
In
fact
,
we
were
so
absorbed
that
the
train
drew
into
Calais
station
before
we
realized
it
.
“
My
goodness
gracious
me
!
”
cried
my
companion
.
“
Where
’
s
my
powder
-
puff
?
”
She
proceeded
to
bedaub
her
face
liberally
,
and
then
applied
a
stick
of
lip
salve
to
her
lips
,
observing
the
effect
in
a
small
pocket
glass
,
and
betraying
not
the
faintest
sign
of
self
-
consciousness
.
“
I
say
,
”
I
hesitated
.
“
I
dare
say
it
’
s
cheek
on
my
part
,
but
why
do
all
that
sort
of
thing
?
”
