and moneyma life of ease."
She looked at him suspiciously.
As he went out Sims said to him, "I didn't quite
get what you said through the telephone--some-thing
about the girl having a friend."
"She has one. Me!" said Hercule Poirot, and
had left the police station before the inspector
could pull his wits together.
At the Green Cat tearooms, Miss Lemon did
not keep her employer waiting. She went straight
to the point.
"The man's name is Rudge, in the High Street,
and you were quite right. A dozen and a half ex-actly.
I've made a note of what he said." She
handed it to him.
"Arrr." It was a deep, rich sound like the purr
of a cat.
Hercule Poirot betook himself to Rosebank. As
he stood in the front garden, the sun setting be-hind
him, Mary Delafontaine came out to him.
HOW DOES YOUR GARDEN GROW?
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"M. Poirot?" Her voice sounded surprised.
"You have come back?"
"Yes, I have come back." He paused and then
said, "When I first came here, madame, the
children's nursery rhyme came into my head:
Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With cockle-shells, and silver bells,