The Tragedy at Marsdon Manor

The Tragedy at Marsdon Manor

I had been called away from town for a few days, and on my return found Poirot in the act of strapping up his small valise.

“A la bonne heure, Hastings. I feared you would not have returned in time to accompany me."

“You are called away on a case, then?”

“Yes, though I am bound to admit that, on the face of it, the affair does not seem promising."