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It
seemed
to
me
that
we
had
now
exhausted
the
topic
.
Caroline
thought
otherwise
.
"
Aren
’
t
you
going
across
?
"
"
Across
where
?
"
"
To
The
Larches
,
of
course
.
"
"
My
dear
Caroline
,
"
I
said
,
"
what
for
?
"
"
Mr
.
Raymond
wanted
to
see
him
very
particularly
"
said
Caroline
.
"
You
might
hear
what
it
’
s
all
about
.
"
I
raised
my
eyebrows
.
"
Curiosity
is
not
my
besetting
sin
,
"
I
remarked
coldly
.
"
I
can
exist
comfortably
without
knowing
exactly
what
my
neighbours
are
doing
and
thinking
.
"
"
Stuff
and
nonsense
,
James
,
"
said
my
sister
.
"
You
want
to
know
just
as
much
as
I
do
.
You
’
re
not
so
honest
,
that
’
s
all
.
You
always
have
to
pretend
.
"
"
Really
,
Caroline
,
"
I
said
,
and
retired
into
my
surgery
.
Ten
minutes
later
Caroline
tapped
at
the
door
and
entered
.
In
her
hand
she
held
what
seemed
to
be
a
pot
of
jam
.
"
I
wonder
,
James
,
"
she
said
,
"
if
you
would
mind
taking
this
pot
of
medlar
jelly
across
to
M
.
Poirot
?
I
promised
it
to
him
.
He
has
never
tasted
any
home
-
made
medlar
jelly
.
"
"
Why
can
’
t
Annie
go
?
"
I
asked
coldly
.
