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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie: "My dear Evie, don't shout so. Whatever we may think or suspect,
it is better to say as little as possible for the present. The
inquest isn't until Friday."
"Not until fiddlesticks!" The snort Miss Howard gave was truly
magnificent. "You're all off your heads. The man will be out of
the country by then. If he's any sense, he won't stay here
tamely and wait to be hanged."
John Cavendish looked at her helplessly.
"I know what it is," she accused him, "you've been listening to
the doctors. Never should. What do they know? Nothing at
all--or just enough to make them dangerous. I ought to know--my
The Mysterious Affair at Styles | 
