The Regatta Mystery and Other Stories (Hercule Poirot 21)

The door opened after just the right interval. A

perfect specimen of the genus butler stood out-lined

against the lighted hall.

"Mr. Benedict Farley?" asked Hercule Poirot.

The impersonal glance surveyed him from head

to foot, inoffensively but effectively.

"Eh gros et en dtail," thought Hercule Poirot

to himself with appreciation.

"You have an appointment, sir?" asked the

suave voice.

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"Yes."

"Your name, sir?"

"M. Hercule Poirot."

The butler bowed and drew back. Hercule Poi-rot

entered the house. The butler closed the door

behind him.

But there was yet one more formality before the

deft hands took hat and stick from the visitor.

"You will excuse me, sir. I was to ask for a

letter."

With deliberation Poirot took from his pocket

the folded letter and handed it to the butler. The

latter gave it a mere glance, then returned it with a

bow. Hercule Poirot returned it to his pocket. Its

contents were simple.

Northway House, W.8.

M. HERCULE POIROT.

DEAR SIR,