The Murder on the Links (British Mystery Classic). Agatha Christie

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guessed that he was merely bent on annoying the Paris detective and, if so, he succeeded. The other turned away rudely, remarking that he had no time to waste, and bending down he resumed his minute search of the ground.

      Meanwhile, Poirot, as though struck by a sudden idea, stepped back over the boundary, and tried the door of the little shed.

      “That’s locked,” said Giraud over his shoulder. “But it’s only a place where the gardener keeps his rubbish. The spade didn’t come from there, but from the toolshed up by the house.”

      “Marvellous,” murmured M. Bex ecstatically to me. “He has been here but half an hour, and he already knows everything! What a man! Undoubtedly Giraud is the greatest detective alive today.”

      Although I disliked the detective heartily, I nevertheless was secretly impressed. Efficiency seemed to radiate from the man. I could not help feeling that, so far, Poirot had not greatly distinguished himself, and it vexed me. He seemed to be directing his attention to all sorts of silly puerile points that had nothing to do with the case. Indeed, at this juncture, he suddenly asked:

      “Monsieur Bex, tell me, I pray you, the meaning of this whitewashed line that extends all round the grave. Is it a device of the police?”

      “No, Monsieur Poirot, it is an affair of the golf course. It shows that there is here to be a ‘bunkair,’ as you call it.”

      “A bunkair?” Poirot turned to me. “That is the irregular hole filled with sand and a bank at one side, is it not?”

      I concurred.

      “Monsieur Renauld, without doubt he played the golf?”

      “Yes, he was a keen golfer. It’s mainly owing to him, and to his large subscriptions, that this work is being carried forward. He even had a say in the designing of it.”

      Poirot nodded thoughtfully. Then he remarked:

      “It was not a very good choice they made — of a spot to bury the body? When the men began to dig up the ground, all would have been discovered.”

      “Exactly,” cried Giraud triumphantly. “And that proves that they were strangers to the place. It’s an excellent piece of indirect evidence.”

      “Yes,” said Poirot doubtfully. “No one who knew would bury a body there — unless they wanted it to be discovered. And that is clearly absurd, is it not?”

      Giraud did not even trouble to reply.

      “Yes,” said Poirot, in a somewhat dissatisfied voice. “Yes — undoubtedly — absurd!”

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