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“
Come
,
will
you
not
walk
back
with
us
too
,
Monsieur
Poirot
?
”
“
Enchanted
,
madame
.
”
All
the
way
to
Styles
,
Mary
talked
fast
and
feverishly
.
It
struck
me
that
in
some
way
she
was
nervous
of
Poirot
’
s
eyes
.
The
weather
had
broken
,
and
the
sharp
wind
was
almost
autumnal
in
its
shrewishness
.
Mary
shivered
a
little
,
and
buttoned
her
black
sports
coat
closer
.
The
wind
through
the
trees
made
a
mournful
noise
,
like
some
great
giant
sighing
.
We
walked
up
to
the
great
door
of
Styles
,
and
at
once
the
knowledge
came
to
us
that
something
was
wrong
.
Dorcas
came
running
out
to
meet
us
.
She
was
crying
and
wringing
her
hands
.
I
was
aware
of
other
servants
huddled
together
in
the
background
,
all
eyes
and
ears
“
Oh
,
m
’
am
!
Oh
,
m
’
am
!
I
don
’
t
know
how
to
tell
you
—
—
”
“
What
is
it
,
Dorcas
?
”
I
asked
impatiently
.
“
Tell
us
at
once
.
”
“
It
’
s
those
wicked
detectives
.
They
’
ve
arrested
him
—
they
’
ve
arrested
Mr
.
Cavendish
!
”
“
Arrested
Lawrence
?
”
I
gasped
.
