The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler
"And then?" "I-I lost my head rather.I was convinced she was with some man.I thoughtit probable he had taken her in his car to Hastings. I went on there-looked in hotels and restaurants，hung roundcinemas-went on the pier.All damn foolishness.Even if she was there I wasunlikely to find her，and anyway，there were heaps of other places he mighthave taken her to instead of Hastings." He stopped.Precise as his tone had remained，I caught an undertone ofthat blind，bewildering misery and anger that had possessed him at the timehe described. "In the end I gave it up-came back." "At what time?"
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"I don'g know.I walked.It must have been midnignt or after when I gothome." "Then-"The kitchen door opened. "Oh，there you are，"said Inspector Kelsey. Inspector Crome pushed past him，shot a glance at Poirot and a glance atthe two strangers. "Miss Megan Barnard and Mr Donald Fraser，"said Poirot，introducing them. "This is Inspector Crome from London，"he explained. Turning to the inspector，he said: "Whild you pursued your investigations upstairs I have been conversingwith Miss Barnard and Mr Fraser，endeavouring if I could to find somethingthat will throw light upon the matter."
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