Lemon when he did so--she was very nearly the

perfect machine, completely and gloriously unin-terested

in all human affairs. Her real passion in

life was the perfection of a filing system beside

which all other filing systems should sink into

oblivion. She dreamed of such a system at night.

Nevertheless, Miss Lemon was perfectly capable

of intelligence on purely human matters, as Her-cule

Poirot well knew.

"Well?" he demanded.

"Old lady," said Miss Lemon. "Got the wind

up pretty badly."

"Ah! The wind rises in her, you think9.''

Miss Lemon, who considered that Poirot had

· been long enough in Great Britain to understand

its slang terms, did not reply. She took a brief look

at the double envelope.

"Very hush-hush," she said. "And tells you

nothing at all."

"Yes," said Hercule Poirot. "I observed that."

Miss Lemon's hand hung once more hopefully

over the shorthand pad. This time Hercule Poirot

responded.

"Tell her I will do myself the honor to call upon

her at any time she suggests, unless she prefers to

consult me here. Do not type the letter--write it by

hand."

"Yes, M. Poirot."

Poirot produced more correspondence. "These

are bills."

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