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It was twenty past four in the afternoon when I came home, and the silence in the sitting room was the first sign that something was out of order. The second clue was Hastings' necktie, abandoned on the coat rack like a domestic serpent that had lost its spirit. The third was the scent: a sweet perfume of cocoa and hazelnut that did not come from the kitchen
"Hastings?"
"In the sitting room, Poirot"
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