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The Oh, Welcome back everyone to the one thousand one classic short stories and tales. This is your host John Hagadorn. Today a great short story from Agatha Christie called the Hunter's Lodge Case. In this

story those famous little gray cells of the great detective Poirot functioned admirably in solving what it first seems a particularly puzzling murder mystery.

As we begin, Poirot's associate Hastings is speaking with the great detective

Poirot as Paro lays in his bed, sidelined by the flu.

After all, murmured Poiro, eat these possible that I shall not die this time.

Coming from a convalescent influenza patient, I hailed the remark as showing a beneficial optimism.

I myself have been the first sufferer from the disease.

Poiro and his turn had gone down.

He was now sitting up in bed, propped up with pillows. Yes, yes, my little friend continued,

once more I shall be myself again.

The great Erkeobuero, the terror of evil-doers.

Figure to yourself mon ami that I have a little paragraph to myself in society gossip.

But yes, here it is.

Go it criminals criminals all out.

Erkeil Boerow and believe me girls he is some Hercules. Our own Pet Society

detective can't get good on on you because why because he's got

la grip himself I laughed good for you bure all you're becoming quite a public

character and fortunately you haven't missed anything of particular interest during this time

That is true the few cases I've had to decline did not feel me with any regret.

Our landlady stuck her heading at the door.

There's a gentleman downstairs, says he must see M. Poirot or you, Captain.

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