Book: The visit of a stranger

But what a strange place for a cache! - I was surprised. - Log could anyone burn.
In July, Hastings? Besides, it was lying under a pile of other logs. This is a very ingenious hiding place.

- How did you know that the window would be open? - I whispered, because it was just supernatural.
Because I sawed the latch on the window this morning.
What?
- Well, Yes, it was very simple. I called, presented a fictitious card and one of the cards inspector Japp. I said that I was sent here on the recommendation of Scotland Yard to set the alarm system, which Mr. Lavington was asked to mount in his absence. The housekeeper was glad my arrival. It seems that only recently the house has tried twice to Rob... Obviously, our idea came to mind and other victims of this blackmailer, because nothing of value was taken. I examined all the Windows, did what I needed, and the servants were forbidden to touch the window until the next morning, explaining that the frame is connected to the alarm system, and, as if nothing had happened, withdrew.

As we agreed, Mr. Lavington visited us after lunch. Lady Millicent was right: it was procurata personality. I even felt tingling in my leg - so strong was the desire to pull him down the stairs kick in the butt.

- Do not be discouraged, Poirot. You know in your field you unsurpassed, professional.
Yeah, but what's new in my area?
I took the paper.
- For example, the mysterious death of an Englishman in Holland, ' I said.
- Newspapers always write and then it turns out that he just ate spoiled fish and died of quite natural causes.