PART SEVEN DECEMBER 28TH VI
Colonel Johnson said
God bless my soul!” Then he said
Upon my word!” And finally, once more: “God bless my soul
He leaned back in his chair and stared at Poirot. He said plaintively
My best man! What’s the police coming to
Poirot said
Even policemen have private lives! Sugden was a very proud man.
Colonel Johnson shook his head.
To relieve his feelings he kicked at the logs in the grate. He said jerkily
I always say—nothing like a wood fire.
Hercule Poirot, conscious of the draughts round his neck, thought to himself
Pour moi, every time the central heating. . . .
