He clutched Poirot by the arm, and sank his voice to a whisper: "Just tell me this, Mr. Poirot, it isn't, it isn't strychnine, is it?" I hardly heard what Poirot replied. 
He asked Poirot if it had been strychnine.
He was too nervous to say anything to Poirot.
The young persons are having dinner.
Chatham street often has a performance in Neary's
It was a mixture of American and metric.
There are two women
The archeologist are digging
The blend is unique, neither Oriental nor European.