"Poirot," I said, as he remained rapt in thought, "hadn't we better go on? Everyone is staring at us."
"Eh? Well, perhaps you are right. Though it does not incommode me that people should stare. It does not interfere in the least with my train of thought."
"People were beginning to laugh," I murmured.
-Thirteen at Dinner, Agatha Christie
(previously published as 'Lord Edgeware Dies')
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