The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler
But how did she know the inspector was coming? And her voice-she'd disguised her voice from her mother...... It looked-it looked-as though she knew...... But surely if she knew，she wouldn't...... She might，though.Women were very queer. Unexpectedly cruel and unexpectedly kind.He'd seen Lily once letting amouse out of a mouse-trap. A kind girl...... A kind，pretty girl...... He paused by the hall stand with its load of umbrellas and coats. Shoule he......? A slight noise from the kitchen decided him...... No，there wasn't time...... Mrs Marbury might come out...... He opened the front door，passed through and closed it behind him...... Where......?
The Singing Butler
Conference again. The Assistant Commissioner，Inspector Crome，Poirot and myself. The A.C.was saying: "A good tip that yours，M.Poirot，about checking a large sale ofstockings." Poirot spread out his hands. "It was indicated.This man could not be a regular agent.He sold outrightinstead of touting for orders." "Got everything clear so far，inspector?" "I think so，sir."Crome consulted a file. "Shall I run over the position to date?" "Yes，please."
The Singing Butler