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Updated: May 28, 2025
They went into the living-room and Gloria sat in a big chair while he stood before her, his fingers tapping and tapping at his cigarette-case. "You listened-in while I talked with mamma, didn't you?" she said carelessly. "No!" said Gratton, but so promptly that she knew he lied. "Well?" she said indifferently. "Suppose we have the explanations now? I am sure that they will prove interesting."
Selden continued to look at her; then he drew his cigarette-case from his pocket and slowly lit a cigarette. It seemed to him necessary, at that moment, to proclaim, by some habitual gesture of this sort, his recovered hold on the actual: he had an almost puerile wish to let his companion see that, their flight over, he had landed on his feet.
Steel would have said more, but the tinkle of his own bell told him that the stranger had rung off. He laid his cigar-case on the writing-table, slipped his cigarette-case into his pocket, satisfied himself that he had his latch-key, and put on a dark overcoat. Overhead the dear old mater was sleeping peacefully.
He longed desperately for the ceiling to fall in, for the house to catch fire, for anything to happen that would put an end to that horrible rolling to and fro of red and white ivory that was jostling him nearer and nearer to his doom. "Two hundred and twenty-eight, a hundred and seven." Rex opened his cigarette-case; it was empty.
The head of the carved bed was towards the windows of the wide room, so that the light fell from behind; for Guido was an indolent man, and often lay reading for an hour before he got up. On the small table beside him stood a heavy Venetian tumbler of the eighteenth century, ornamented with gold designs. A cigarette-case lay beside it.
John turned to me, taking out his cigarette-case, and lighting a cigarette as he did so. "You know that fellow Inglethorp is back?" "Yes. I met him." John flung the match into an adjacent flower bed, a proceeding which was too much for Poirot's feelings. He retrieved it, and buried it neatly. "It's jolly difficult to know how to treat him."
"There's my gold watch and chain, worth fifty guineas, a gold cigarette-case studded with brilliants, five diamond rings, three diamond scarfpins, about five hundred pounds in English and American bank-notes a whole heap of things are missin', but I'm not goin' ter worry about 'em now. The list can wait." "But you want t' catch an' punish the thief, don't you?" urged Isa.
"Taking the little lady out, I suppose?" "No, she's upstairs." The man's eyes passed across Traill's face as they wandered to the portrait of James Brownrigg over the mantelpiece. "Well, I'm at a loose end," he said. He took a gold cigarette-case from his pocket and extracted a cigarette.
He stared straight at Harley, and: "You are not the sort of person I expected, sir," he declared. "May I ask if it is your custom to keep clients dancin' on the mat and all that on the blasted mat, sir?" Harley suppressed a smile, and I hastily reached for my cigarette-case which I had placed upon the mantelshelf.
Then Forcheville had been there when Swann rang the bell, and she had sent him away; hence the sound that Swann had heard. After that he read the whole letter; at the end she apologised for having treated Forcheville with so little ceremony, and reminded him that he had left his cigarette-case at her house, precisely what she had written to Swann after one of his first visits.
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