Van Gogh Sunflower

Van Gogh Sunflower
"Had your aunt any savings?Any money put by?" "She'd a little in the Savings Bank，sir-enough to bury her proper，that's what she always said.Otherwise she didn't more than just make endsmeet-what with her old devil and all." Poirot nodded thoughtfully.He said-perhaps more to himself than to her: "At present one is in the dark-there is no direction-if things getclearer-"He got up."If I want you at any time，Mary，I will write to youhere."
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"As a matter of fact，sir，I'm giving in my notice.I don't like thecountry.I satyed here because I fancied it was a comfort to auntie to haveme near by.But now"-again the tears rose in her eyes-"there's no reason Ishould stay，and so I'll go back to London.It's gayer for a girl there." "I wish that，when you do go，you would give me your address.Here is mycard." He handed it to her.She looked at it with a puzzled frown. "Then you're not-anything to do with the police，sir?" "I am a private detective." She stood there looking at him for some moments in silence. She said at last: "Is there anything-queer going on，sir?" "Yes，my child.There is-something queer going on.Later you may be ableto help me." "I-I'll do anything，sir.It-it wasn't right，sir，auntie being killed." A strange way of putting it-but deeply moving.
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