The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie THE LAST LINK CHAPTER XII Poirot’s abrupt departure had intrigued us all greatly. Sunday morning wore away, and still he did not reappear. But about three o’clock a ferocious and prolonged hooting outside drove us to the window, to see Poirot alighting from a car, accompanied by Japp and Summerhaye. The little man was transformed. He radiated an absurd complacency. He bowed with exaggerated respect to Mary Cavendish. “Madame, I have your permission to hold a little _réunion_ in the _salon_? It is necessary for everyone to attend.” Mary smiled sadly. “You