The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler
Coming in hard on Poirot's heels，I just caught the fag end of InspectorCrome's remark. Both he and the Chief Constable were looking worried and depressed. Colonel Anderson greeted us with a nod of the head. "Glad you've come，M.Poirot，"he said politely.I think he guessed thatCrome's remark might have reached our ears. "We've got in the neck again，you see." "Another A B C murder?" "Yes.Damned audacious bit of work.Man leaned over and stabbed the fellowin the back." "Stabbed this time?" "Yes，varies his methods a bit，doesn't he?
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Biff on the head，strangled，now a knife.Versatile devil-what?Here arethe medical details if you care to see'em." He shoved a paper towards Poirot."A B C down on the floor between thedead man's feet，"he added. "Has the dead man been identified?asked Poirot. "Yes.A B C's slipped up for once-if that's any satisfaction to us. Deceased's a man called Earlsfield-George Earlsfield.Barber byprofession." "Curious，"commented Poirot. "May have skipped a letter，"suggested the colonel. My friend shook his head doubtfully. "Shall we have in the next witness?"asked Crome."He's anxious to gethome." "Yes，yes-let's get on."
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