Убийство Роджера Экройда

           ThenamemoryofsomethingIhadreadstirredinme.

           Poirot,whohadbeenwatchingmyface,nodded.

           "Yes,heroin,"snow."Drug-takerscarryitlikethis,andsniffitupthenose.""Diamorphinehydrochloride,"Imurmuredmechanically.

           "Thismethodoftakingthedrugisverycommonontheotherside.Anotherproof,ifwewantedone,thatthemancamefromCanadaortheStates.""Whatfirstattractedyourattentiontothatsummerhouse?"Iaskedcuriously.

           "Myfriendtheinspectortookitforgrantedthatanyoneusingthatpathdidsoasashortcuttothehouse,butassoonasIsawthesummer-house,Irealizedthatthesamepathwouldbetakenbyanyoneusingthesummer-houseasarendezvous.Nowitseemsfairlycertainthatthestrangercameneithertothefrontnortothebackdoor.Thendidsomeonefromthehousegooutandmeethim?Ifso,whatcouldbeamoreconvenientplacethanthatlittlesummerhouse?

           IsearcheditwiththehopethatImightfindsomeclueinside.Ifoundtwo,thescrapofcambricandthequill.""Andthescrapofcambric?"Iaskedcuriously."Whataboutthat?"Poirotraisedhiseyebrows.

           "Youdonotuseyourlittlegreycells,"heremarkeddrily.

           "Thescrapofstarchedcambricshouldbeobvious.""Notveryobvioustome."Ichangedthesubject."Anyway,"Isaid,"thismanwenttothesummer-housetomeetsomebody.Whowasthatsomebody?""Exactlythequestion,"saidPoirot.