Why is it kind of cute that Hastings offers to get it for Poirot even though Poirot is at least wearing some kind of gloves that would protect his hands better from the thorns.
in my mind, poirot broke hastings' heart in the double clue and it's the catalyst for hastings slowly growing apart from him. but well... he can never fully break away, can he; he can't help his devotion.
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ok I wanna elaborate more for anyone who cares.
In The Double Clue, Hastings (and Miss Lemon) are shown to be absolutely distraught over Poirot apparently falling in love and possibly choosing to leave their lives for her. I found it so so remarkable that they are not happy for him or delighted by this side of him but instead seemingly in mourning. Hastings knows Poirot lied to him because of her, he knows now how easy it was for Poirot to abandon him and his illusion of Poirot, a man he's been basically worshiping for years now, crumbled for the first time. In the episodes that follow we see a new side of Hastings. He rolls his eyes at Poirot, sees things that used to be endearing quirks as painful flaws. But he can't help his nature. He can't help following him around, he can't help tucking him in when he's sick, he can't help following his orders, the muscle memory of serving him takes over every time. But the pain is there, and he tries to get rid of this leash, he goes on lengthy trips alone, eventually moves to a different continent. But he can't help but to love and forgive. he can't help his devotion.
As they walked along the sound of squibs was still heard periodically. An occasional shower of golden rain illuminated the sky.
“Good night for a murder,” remarked Japp with professional interest. “Nobody would hear a shot, for instance, on a night like this.”
“It has always seemed odd to me that more criminals do not take advantage of the fact,” said Hercule Poirot.
“Do you know, Poirot, I almost wish sometimes that you would commit a murder.”
“Mon cher!”
“Yes, I’d like to see just how you’d set about it.”
“My dear Japp, if I committed a murder you would not have the least chance of seeing — how I set about it! You would not even be aware, probably, that a murder had been committed.”
“Murder in the Mews” was first published in the USA in Redbook Magazine, September/October 1936, then as “Mystery of the Dressing Case” in Woman’s Journal, December 1936.