Chapter 14 The Third Letter

I well remember the arrival of A B C’s third letter.
I may say that all precautions had been taken so that when A B C resumed his campaign there should be no unnecessary delays. A young sergeant¹ from Scotland Yard was attached to the house and if Poirot and I were out it was his duty to open anything that came so as to be able to communicate with headquarters without loss of time.
As the days succeeded each other we had all grown more and more on edge. Inspector² Crome’s aloof³ and superior manner grew more and more aloof and superior as one by one his more hopeful clues petered out. The vague descriptions of men said to have been seen with Betty Barnard proved useless. Various cars noticed in the vicinity of Bexhill and Cooden were either accounted for or could not be traced. The investigation⁴ of purchases of A B C railway guidescaused inconvenience and trouble to heaps of innocent people.
As for ourselves, each time the postman’s familiar rat-tat sounded on the door, our hearts beat faster with apprehension⁵. At least that was true for me, and I cannot but believe that Poirot experienced the same sensation.
He was, I knew, deeply unhappy over the case. He refused to leave London, preferring to be on the spot in case of emergency. In those hot dog days even his moustaches drooped—neglected for once by their owner.
It was on a Friday that A B C’s third letter came. The evening post arrived about ten o’clock.
When we heard the familiar step and the brisk rat-tat, I rose and went along to the box. There were four or five letters, I remember. The last one I looked at was addressed in printed characters.
‘Poirot,’ I cried…My voice died away.
‘It has come? Open it, Hastings. Quickly. Every moment may be needed. We must make our plans.’
I tore open the letter (Poirot for once did not reproach me with untidiness) and extracted the printed sheet.
‘Read it,’ said Poirot.
I read aloud:
Poor Mr Poirot,—Not so good at these little criminal matters as you thought yourself, are you? Rather past your prime, perhaps? Let us see if you can do any better this time. This time it’s an easy one. Churston on the 30th. Do try and do something about it! It’s a bit dull having it all my own way, you know!

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