Poirot Investigates. Агата Кристи

is the word! It’s a blinking miracle. But there must be a catch somewhere. Big premium, I suppose?’

      ‘No premium!’

      ‘No prem—oh, hold my head, somebody!’ groaned Parker.

      ‘But we’ve got to buy the furniture,’ continued Mrs Robinson.

      ‘Ah!’ Parker bristled up. ‘I knew there was a catch!’

      ‘For fifty pounds. And it’s beautifully furnished!’

      ‘I give it up,’ said Parker. ‘The present occupants must be lunatics with a taste for philanthropy.’

      Mrs Robinson was looking a little troubled. A little pucker appeared between her dainty brows.

      ‘It is queer, isn’t it? You don’t think that—that—the place is haunted