After lunch Poirot begged me to accompany him home. I consented rather sttifly.
"You are annoyed, is it not so?” he asked anxiously, as we walked through the park.
“Not at all, " I said coldly.
“That is well. That lifts a great load from my mind.”
This was not quite what I had intended. I had hoped that he would have observed the stiffness of my manner. Still, the fervour of his words went towards the appeasing of my just displeasure. I thawed. (查看原文)
1. As I came out again, I cannoned into a little man who was just entering. I drew aside and apologised, when suddenly, with a loud exclamation, he clasped me in his arms and kissed me warmly.
2. Poirot was an extraordinary looking little man. He was hardly more than five feet, four inches, but carried himself with great dignity. His head was exactly the shape of an egg, and he always perched it a little on one side. His moustache was very stiff and military. The neatness of his attire was almost incredible. I believe a speck of dust would have caused him more pain than a bullet wound.
3. The most alarming sounds were audible from the interior of the room. Clearly something must be done.
4. Never have I seen such a ghastly look on any man's face. He was white as chalk, the candle he hel... (查看原文)
