“Yes. To hum a tune is extremely dangerous. It reveals the subconscious mind. The tune you hummed dates, I think, from the days of the war. Comme ça,” Poirot sang in an abominable falsetto voice: “Some of the time I love a brunette, Some of the time I love a blonde (Who comes from Eden by way of Sweden). “What could be more revealing? Mais je crois que la blonde l’emporte sur la brunette!” “Really, Poirot,” I cried, blushing slightly.
