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Hi, it's Phoebe. Criminal is working from home these days. Probably just like you.

Nothing will change about our episode release schedule, and our other show, This Is Love, is coming back April 1st.

Season 4 of This Is Love is all about animals. I, for one, would rather think about wild animals than just about anything else right now.

I'm already becoming one of those people who spends a lot of time staring at the bird feeder.

One thing that's been making me feel a little more at ease has been reading fiction.

I started reading Agatha Christie's first published novel, The Mysterious Affair at Styles, and I thought, maybe I could read it to you.

A chapter a day, until we get to the end. No ads, just a good mystery.

So, here we go. The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie, Chapter 1. I go to Styles.

The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as the style's case has now somewhat subsided.

Nevertheless, in view of the worldwide notoriety which attended it, I've been asked, both by my friend Poirot, and the family themselves, to write an account of the whole story.

This, we trust, will affectually silence the sensational rumors which still persist.

I will therefore briefly set down the circumstances which led to me being connected with the affair.

I'd been invalidated home from the front, and after spending some months in a rather depressing convalescent home was given a month's sick leave.

Having known near relations or friends, I was trying to make up my mind what to do when I ran across John Cavendish.

I'd seen very little of him for some years. Indeed, I'd never known him particularly well.

He was a good fifteen years my senior, for one thing, though he hardly looked his forty-five years.

As a boy, though, I'd often stayed at Styles, his mother's place, in Essex.

We'd a good yarn about old times, and it ended in his inviting me down to Styles to spend my leave there.

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