The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler
There was nothing in her hand?" "No，sir，but there was a packet of Player's down beside her." Poirot nodded.His eyes swept round the small space observing-noting. "And the railway guide was-where?" "Here，sir."The constable pointer out the spot on the counter."It wasopen at the right page for Andover and lying face down. Seems as though he must have been looking up the trains to London.If so，it mightn't have been an Andover man at all.But then，of course，the railwayguide might have belonged to someone else what had nothing to do with themurder at all，but just forgot it here."
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Fingerprints?"I suggested. The man shook his head. "The whole place was examined straight away，sir.There weren't none." "Not on the counter itself?"asked Poirot. "A long sight too many，sir!All confused and jumbled up." "Any of Ascher's among them?" "Too soon to say，sir." Poirot nodded，the asked if the dead woman lived over the shop.
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