The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie
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"Did your mistress ever have a green dress?"
"No, sir." "Nor a mantle, nor a cape, nor a--how do you call it?--a sports coat?" "Not green, sir." "Nor anyone else in the house?" Annie reflected. "No, sir." "You are sure of that?" "Quite sure." "Bien! That is all I want to know. Thank you very much." With a nervous giggle, Annie took herself creakingly out of the room. My pent-up excitement burst forth. "Poirot," I cried, "I congratulate you! This is a great discovery." "What is a great discovery?" "Why, that it was the coco and not the coffee that was poisoned. |
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