No. VI.- THE YELLOW JASMINE MYSTERY.
"AND what exactly is your opinion of the Yellow Jasmine Mystery?"
I did not reply at once to Poirot's question. I felt the need of going warily. We were alone in our compartment, whirling away from the dirt and smoke of London into the clean, peaceful country, bound for the little town of Market Handford in Wor- cestershire-- the seat of the mystery.
That it must present unusual characters was certain, since it had actually tempted Poirot to abandon momentarily his investigations into the doings of the Big Four. It was the first outside case he had shown any interest in for months.
“It all seems so complicated," I said cautiously.
“Does it not? said Poirot delightedly.
“I suppose our rushing off like this is a pretty clear sign that you consider M
