The Mysterious Affair at Styles - Chapter 8

FRESH SUSPICIONS

There was a moment’s stupefied silence. Japp, who was the least surprised of any of us, was the first to speak.

“My word,” he cried, “you’re the goods! And no mistake, Mr. Poirot! These witnesses of yours are all right, I suppose?”

“Voilà! I have prepared a list of them—names and addresses. You must see them, of course. But you will find it all right.”

“I’m sure of that.” Japp lowered his voice. “I’m much obliged to you. A pretty mare’s nest arresting him would have been.” He turned to Inglethorp. “But, if you’ll excuse me, sir, why couldn’t you say all this at the inquest?”

“I will tell you why,” interrupted Poirot. “There was a certain rumour——”