Убийство на поле для гольфа

           “Whatisitthatworriesyou,Hastings?”

           ThiswasquiteanewmoodinPoirot.Hismockingmannerseemedlaidquiteaside.IwasabletosaywhatIwantedwithouttoomuchdifficulty.

           “Shedoesn’tsay—shedoesn’tsay—well,notwhethershecaresformeornot!”

           Poirotturnedbackthepages.

           “Ithinkyouaremistaken,Hastings.”

           “Where?”Icried,leaningforwardeagerly.

           Poirotsmiled.

           “Shetellsyouthatineverylineoftheletter,monami.”

           “ButwhereamItofindher?There’snoaddressontheletter.There’saFrenchstamp,that’sall.”

           “Exciteyourselfnot!LeaveittoPapaPoirot.IcanfindherforyouassoonasIhavefivelittleminutes!”