How Does Your Garden Grow?: A Hercule Poirot Short Story

How Does Your Garden Grow?
A Short Story

by Agatha Christie

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How Does Your Garden Grow?

‘How Does Your Garden Grow?’ was first published in the USA in Ladies’ Home Journal, June 1935, then in The Strand in August 1935.

Hercule Poirot arranged his letters in a neat pile in front of him. He picked up the topmost letter, studied the address for a moment, then neatly slit the back of the envelope with a little paper-knife that he kept on the breakfast table for that express purpose and extracted the contents. Inside was yet another envelope, carefully sealed with purple wax and marked ‘Private and Confidential’.

Hercule Poirot’s eyebrows rose a little on his egg-shaped head. He murmured, ‘Patience! Nous allons arriver!’ and once more brought the little paper-knife into play. This time the envelope yielded a letter – written in a rather shaky and spiky handwriting. Several words were heavily underlined.

Hercule Poirot unfolded it and read. The letter was headed once again ‘Private and Confidential’. On the right-hand side was the address – Rosebank, Charman’s Green, Bucks – and the date – March twenty-first.