Hercule Poirot's Casebook

two young men were looking at each other in silent horror

This room was not Pat's sitting-room. They were in the

wrOng flat.

To begin with, the room was about ten times more crowded

than Pat's, which explained Donovan's pathetic bewilderment

at repeatedly cannoning into chairs and tables. There was a

large round table in the centre of the room covered with a b$ze

cloth, and there was an aspidistra in the window. It was, in fact,

the kind of room whose owner, the young men felt sure, would

be difficult to explain to. With silent horror they gazed down at

the tablet on which lay a little pile of letters.

'Mrs Emestine Grant,' breathed Donovan, picking them up

and reading the name. 'Oh, helpI Do you think she's heard us?'

'It's a miracle she hasn't heard you,' said Jimmy. 'What with

your language and the way you've been crashing into me

furniture. Come- on, for the Lord's sake, let's get out of ilere

quickly.'

They hastily switched off the light and retraced their steps

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