Daphne Castle:
I've just had a telephone call from your friend Sir Horace. He says he's having trouble with his... his... his piffle valve?
Poirot:
Such a valve still has to be invented, Madame.
Daphne Castle:
Oh, well I dare say you're right, I wasn't paying that much attention, anyway the result is he'll be 24 hours late.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:25