With luck I have managed to come here under the benefaction of a man who big fan of my ‘work’ (a rather strange reason, I admit – I did not create the work he is referring to, and shouldn’t thank me for it – but I have no qualm and am most grateful for his contribution!). I have come to the land that is as beautiful as its people are distrustful and pretentious. No success to report on tracking down the whereabouts of Hercule Poirot – he would appear to be working on another case, rather than trying to escape me, which I find quite disturbing – not for him but for myself.
I never heard of Hercule Poirot; you seemed to know of him, and insisted on his good intentions and his detective background, but indeed I let my initial ill-favor of this man cloud my judgment, and I shoved off your requests that I make peace with him. I went after him distrusting that he was of good intent; when he escaped to Paris I believed that it had to do with some machinations against me. But to hear of him spending his time… on a case? If he was a detective, it would make perfect sense, but if he was a man of gambit and malice, it would seem a strangely wasteful and unrewarding activity simply to maintain an identity.
As a result I have decided to change my approach and tactic in approaching Hercule Poirot, although I am less concerned now whether or not he can trust me as opposed to me trusting him. I have not figured out how but I hope to find some way of contacting this man in good terms in the not too distant future.