Chapter 13: The Goose Quill

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​⁠That evening, at Poirot’s request, I went over to his house after dinner. Caroline saw me depart with visible reluctance. I think she would have liked to have accompanied me.

Poirot greeted me hospitably. He had placed a bottle of Irish whisky (which I detest) on a small table, with a soda water siphon and a glass. He himself was engaged in brewing hot chocolate. It was a favorite beverage of his,