You know, Hastings, in many ways I regard you as my mascot.’ ‘Indeed?’ I said. ‘In what ways?’ Poirot did not answer my question directly. He went on: ‘As soon as I heard you were coming over I said to myself: something will arise. As in former days we will hunt together, we two. But if so it must be no common affair. It must be something’—he waved his hands excitedly—‘something recherché—delicate—fine…’ He gave the last untranslatable word its full flavour. ‘Upon my word, Poirot,’ I said. ‘Anyone would think you were ordering a dinner at the Ritz.’ ‘Whereas one cannot command a crime to
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