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Not in a case of poisoning." Mrs. Cavendish's clear voice startled me. "Dr. Bauerstein was saying yesterday that, owing to the general ignorance of the more uncommon poisons among the medical profession, there were probably countless cases of poisoning quite unsuspected."  "Why, Mary, what a gruesome conversation!" cried Mrs. Inglethorp. "It makes me feel as if a goose were walking over my grave. Oh, there's Cynthia!"  A young girl in V. A. D. uniform ran lightly across the lawn.  "Why, Cynthia, you are late to-day. This is Mr. Hastings-- Miss Murdoch."  Cynthia Murdoch was a fresh-looking young creature, full of life and vigour. She tossed off her little V. A. D. cap, and I admired the great loose waves of her auburn hair, and the smallness and whiteness of the hand she held out to claim her tea. With dark eyes and eyelashes she would have been a beauty.  She flung herself down on the ground beside John, and as I handed her a p...

"Well, that depends."  "No secret hobby?" she asked. "Tell me--you're drawn to something? Every one is--usually something absurd."  "You'll laugh at me."  She smiled.  "Perhaps."  "Well, I've always had a secret hankering to be a detective!"  "The real thing--Scotland Yard? Or Sherlock Holmes?"  "Oh, Sherlock Holmes by all means. But really, seriously, I am awfully drawn to it. I came across a man in  The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as "The Styles Case" has now somewhat subsided. Nevertheless, in view of the world-wide notoriety which attended it, I have been asked, both by my friend Poirot and the family themselves, to write an account of the whole story. This, we trust, will effectually silence the sensational rumours which still persist.  I will therefore briefly set down the circumstances which led to my being connected with the affair.  I ha...

"Then you'll write to the Princess after tea, Alfred? I'll write to Lady Tadminster for the second day, myself. Or shall we wait until we hear from the Princess? In case of a refusal, Lady Tadminster might open it the first day, and Mrs. Crosbie the second. Then there's the Duchess--about the school fete."  There was the murmur of a man's voice, and then Mrs. Inglethorp's rose in reply:  "Yes, certainly. After tea will do quite well. You are so thoughtful, Alfred dear."  The French window swung open a little wider, and a handsome white-haired old lady, with a somewhat masterful cast of features, stepped out of it on to the lawn. A man followed her, a suggestion of deference in his manner.  Mrs. Inglethorp greeted me with effusion.  "Why, if it isn't too delightful to see you again, Mr. Hastings, after all these years. Alfred, darling, Mr. Hastings--my husband."  The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at...

"You're a cynic, Evie," said John, laughing. "Where's tea to-day--inside or out?"  "Out. Too fine a day to be cooped up in the house."  "Come on then, you've done enough gardening for to-day. 'The labourer is worthy of his hire', you know. Come and be refreshed."  "Well," said Miss Howard, drawing off her gardening gloves, "I'm inclined to agree with you."  She led the way round the house to where tea was spread under the shade of a large sycamore.  A figure rose from one of the basket chairs, and came a few steps to meet us.  The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as "The Styles Case" has now somewhat subsided. Nevertheless, in view of the world-wide notoriety which attended it, I have been asked, both by my friend Poirot and the family themselves, to write an account of the whole story. This, we trust, will effectually silence the sensational rumours wh...