HickoryDickoryDock

Hickory Dickory Dock fashioned roomy house—in Hickory Road, if you know where that is.’ Poirot did not. ‘It used to be a superior neighbourhood once, and the houses are well built. My sister was to have very nice accommodation, bedroom and sitting- room and a tiny bath kitchenette of her own—’ Miss Lemon paused. Poirot made an encouraging noise. So far this did not seem at all like a tale of disaster. ‘I wasn’t any too sure about it myself, but I saw the force of my sister’s arguments. She’s never been one to sit with her hands crossed all day long and she’s a very practical woman and good at running things—and of course it wasn’t as though she were thinking of putting money into it or anything like that. It was purely a salaried position—not a high salary, but she didn’t need that, and there was no hard physical work. She’s always been fond of young people and good with them, and having lived in the East so long she understands racial differences and people’s susceptibilities. Because these students at the hostel are of all nationalities; mostly English, but some of them actually black, I believe.’ ‘Naturally,’ said Hercule Poirot. ‘Ha......