![]() ![]() ![]() Or, for that matter, having a father, mother, or even grandparents. Poirot had never conceived of Miss Lemon’s having a sister. It’s because of my sister.”Īnother shock. For the first time in his life, Poirot saw her blush a deep ugly unbecoming flush that dyed her face right up to the roots of her strong grizzled hair. This was one of the things that could not happen-but it had happened! He was not annoyed, he was merely bewildered. Hercule Poirot held out the offending document. Now that crumpets were baked square as well as round, he had nothing about which to complain.Īnd yet, this morning, Miss Lemon had made three mistakes in typing a perfectly simple letter, and moreover, had not even noticed those mistakes. With George, his perfect manservant, and Miss Lemon, his perfect secretary, order and method ruled supreme in his life. Order and method had been Hercule Poirot’s watchwords from many years ago. She ran Hercule Poirot’s life for him, so that it, too, functioned like a machine. She knew everything, she coped with everything. For all practical purposes, that is to say, she was not a woman at all. She was never ill, never tired, never upset, never inaccurate. ![]() For Miss Lemon, that hideous and efficient woman, never made mistakes. “There are three mistakes in this letter.” ![]()
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