"You may or may not be right on that point, Hastings. The fact still remains that numerous other applicants were sent to see it, and yet, in spite of its remarkable cheapness, it was still in the market when Mrs. Robinson arrived."
"That shows that there must be something wrong about it."
"Mrs. Robinson did not seem to notice anything amiss. Very curious, is it not? Did she impress you as being a truthful woman, Hastings?"
"She was a delightful creature!"
"Évidemment! since she renders you incapable of replying to my question. Describe her to me, then."
"Well, she's tall and fair; her hair's really a beautiful shade of auburn———"
"Always you have had a penchant for auburn hair!" murmured Poirot. "But continue."
"Blue eyes and a very nice complexion and—well, that's all, I think," I concluded lamely.
"And her husband?"
"Oh, he's quite a nice fellow—nothing startling."
"Dark or fair?"
