The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler
"I had assumed，without pausing to consider，that what was wrong withthem was the fact that they were written by a madman. "Now I examined them again-and this time I came to a totally differentconclusion.What was wrong with them was the fact that they were written by asane man!" "What?"I cried. "But yes-just that precisely!They were wrong as a picture iswrong-because they were a fake!They pretended to be the letters of amadman-of a homicidal lunatic，but in reality they were nothing of thekind." "It doesn't make sense，"Franklin Clarke repeated.
The Singing Butler
"Mais si!One must reason-reflect.What would be the object of writingsuch letters?To focus attention on the writer，to call attention to themurders!En Verite，it did not seem to make sense at the first sight.And thenI saw light.It was to focus attention on several murders-on a group ofmurders......Is it not your great Shakespeare who had said "You cannot seethe trees for the wood." I did not correct Poirot's literary reminiscences.I was trying to seehis point.A glimmer came to me.He went on: "When do you notice a pin least?When it is in a pin-cushion!When do younotice an individual murder least?When it is one of a series of relatedmurders.
The Singing Butler