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Posted on 21st August 2013 by Joe
Treasury insiders put cost of HS2 at £73,000,000,000
FT Front Page, 21st August 2013
Treasury officials have told the Financial Times that the cost of building HS2, currently officially at £42.6bn, would be closer to £73bn in cash terms. The official construction costs are already two years out of date as they are set on 2011 prices, and do not include VAT which the National Audit Office believes would be unrecoverable.
While George Osborne, dubbed by Stop HS2 campaigners as the "Six Hundred Million Dog-Leg Man", after a handbrake turn costing £600m was incorporated into the route avoiding the more affluent areas of his Tatton constituency is said to be all for HS2, but the FT says the Treasury's senior echelons think HS2 will drain investment from other projects which would do more to boost growth, stating:
"Senior Treasury officials who have told the Financial Times of their concern about a scheme that will dwarf other public infrastructure projects over two decades, have privately started using the higher figure."
Both the £42.6bn and £73bn figures do not include the cost of trains, which are currently set at £7.5bn in 2011 prices, despite the fact it would be around a decade before any trains are needed. This revelation comes hot on the heels of a report from the Institute of Economic Affairs who said that HS2 would cost around £80bn. The IEA arrived at this figure by adding the cost of trains and estimating costs for further mitigation, additional connections to the rail network to 'plumb in' HS2 and regeneration funds, not inflation and VAT as the Treasury have done. The Stop HS2 campaign maintains there will be additional costs to HS2 which are not yet factored in, such as the true cost of compensation and other factors as yet omitted from published designs, such as farm and foot bridges.
Joe Rukin, the campaign manager of Stop HS2 said:
"After the IEA reported at the weekend that the HS2 cost could rise to £80bn and only those with vested interest were lobbying for it, exactly those vested interest groups have spent all their time saying their costs were just plucked out of the air. Now the Treasury has come up with a similar figure just for the construction of HS2 simply by adding inflation and VAT, not even the cost of the trains, one wonders what they will say."
"We have said consistently that the costs of HS2 will keep going up, and now we've had two different sources showing how costs will escalate in different ways. How long will it be before the cost over £100bn? Putting together the different things the Treasury and IEA have said, you could say it's already there. As the Public Accounts Committee said last month, all that has happened with HS2 is that the projected costs have gone up and the projected benefits have gone down. No matter how hard HS2 Ltd and the DfT try and fiddle their updated business case later this year, it will be a transparent attempt to put a ball gown on a white elephant."
"The IEA and Treasury have said what we have said all along, that there are better infrastructure projects on the table which will be better for the economy, and will deliver more lasting benefits to more people more quickly and create more jobs for less money. It seems insane that the Government remain wedded to HS2, knowing that all the evidence shows that at best it won't do what is being claimed, and at worst – with the idea of rebalancing the economy and boosting the North and Midlands – it will do exactly the opposite."
"There is a very simple reason as to why every new revelation about HS2 is bad: because it's a bad idea, poorly thought out, with no justification that stands up to any scrutiny and it's being implemented by buffoons. This Whitehall Elephant has to be stopped before it tramples everything in its path."
Some pointers for Sir Jeremy.
Tagged George Osborne, High Speed 2, HS2, HS2 Ltd., Institute of Economic Affairs, Joe Rukin, National Audit Office, Public Accounts Committee, rail network, stop hs2, the Financial Times
7 comments to "Treasury insiders put cost of HS2 at £73,000,000,000"
J.davis
Labour on the fast train to win the next election by dropping there support to hs2 and leave Cameron and his crew in the siding to think about how it all could have been .geoffrey acher could not have dreamed up the plot .Give David the idea of his own train set let him play around with the development of it support him to spend billions on the project ,then stick the boot in and drop there support and win over millions of voters to win the next election .what a plan .and our PM fell for it hook line sinker .He only as himself to blame after all of the advise and warning givin to him to drop this project but he knows best
It seems the only three people supporting hs2 is Cameron Osborne and Patrick the three stooges .why o why they can not this project is a total waste of tax payers money is a complete mystery .Do they not no the public feeling about this project and they will loose the next election if they keep up this mad idea .They should drop it now before the next crew give them another battering and stop wasting even more money trying to justifying a dead course
22nd August 2013 at 8:19 pm
How can it be right when MPs vote on hs2 they are threatened with demotion and no promotion from the whips telling them they must tow the party line and vote for hs2 even when they know it is a total waste of money and should not go forward . It's a disgrace that our leaders can do this with our taxes on a none starter project just for the rich to save a few mins of time. And put 500k of people's lives on hold .We all like to think our country is a fair place to live but we could have more rights in china .How our leaders can dictate to other nations how to treat there own people when what they are doing with hs2 is forcing on to there own people something no one wants and think it is just a total waste of there taxes .we have all been sending our MPs our thoughts on hs2 but what can they do when they are blackmailed by there bosses it just not right .
@J.davis: "How can it be right when MPs vote on hs2 they are threatened with demotion and no promotion from the whips telling them they must tow the party line"
Because @J.davis – that's how the (party) political process works in Britain.
HS2 strategy, due to its long term timescale and requirement for compulsory purchase / land acquisition / rights of way diversion powers, is necessarily driven by political consensus. It's become increasingly apparent that the political aspect of HS2 debate is paramount – however whenever I try to raise this feature within these columns, Penny Gaines (moderator) cries foul; off topic?
Party politics in Britain is inherently tribal in nature, boasting an unspoken yet fierce loyalty to the leadership (who are in turn expected to deliver victory) and an essentially hierarchical structure in which those at the lower echelons constantly strive to climb higher up "pecking order". Each tribe provides a statement of values, beliefs and aims for the forthcoming period (traditional five year Parliamentary timetable) and the electorate has its chance to judge each tribe on a) its past performance & b) an assessment of future strategies (policy pledges). That summary of future pledges is called a manifesto.
That's how the system works – in 2010 virtually all of the mainstream parties (with the exception of the Greens) carried a clear commitment to High Speed Rail (yes, even UKIP) in their 2010 General Election manifestos. So for individual members to renege on a collective pledge is viewed as potential treachery – that's why censure is brought to bear upon those who fail to tow the party line
The only surprise here is why you are surprised?
21st August 2013 at 10:28 pm
The evidence that, HS2 is a monumental mistake by the government,continues to be shown .When will they just say that they have reconsidered and it is not the right investment at the moment.Ludlow was to have a new hospital,far better that it is built with the money.The plans for railway expansion that have been presented as an alternative could also proceed.
21st August 2013 at 6:48 pm
You can't believe this govenment can be so blind to the figures on what people are putting on hs2 project .Just to get people to Birmingham a few mins quicker ,when you think of what all of us have put up with since the rescission started .people having pensions cut hospitals closed schools having budgets cut and much more .just so the rich can get about quicker .Has soon as we can get rid of this shower running our country the better .labour should take up the lead and call a stop to this waste of money on hs2
Johanna Free
With the cost of HS2 going up and up by the day with the amounts that are used to bailing out failing economies,I was wondering what the average speed of HS2 would be to travel the 90 miles from London to Birmingham. Even taking account the accelerating and braking of the train and the slightly longer route if tracks were built next to existing lines,49 mins seems too slow to me.Only a few minutes of the journey time would be at 250 mph.MP,s love to tell us how wonderful this 250mph train would be but it seems as silly as driving a F1 car down Oxford Street in London. I hope this point has been raised in Westminster and that this vanity project is thrown out sooner rather than later


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"IT ISN'T STRYCHNINE, IS IT?"
"Where did you find this?" I asked Poirot, in lively curiosity.
"In the waste-paper basket. You recognise the handwriting?"
"Yes, it is Mrs. Inglethorp's. But what does it mean?"
"I cannot say—but it is suggestive."
A wild idea flashed across me. Was it possible that Mrs. Inglethorp's mind was deranged? Had she some fantastic idea of demoniacal possession? And, if that were so, was it not also possible that she might have taken her own life?
I was about to expound these theories to Poirot, when his own words distracted me.
"Come," he said, "now to examine the coffee-cups!"
"My dear Poirot! What on earth is the good of that, now that we know about the coco?"
"Oh, là là! That miserable coco!" cried Poirot flippantly.
He laughed with apparent enjoyment, raising his arms to heaven in mock despair, in what I could not but consider the worst possible taste.
"And, anyway," I said, with increasing coldness, "as Mrs. Inglethorp took her coffee upstairs with her, I do not see what you expect to find, unless you consider it likely that we shall discover a packet of strychnine on the coffee tray!"
Poirot was sobered at once.
"Come, come, my friend," he said, slipping his arm through mine. "Ne vous fâchez pas! Allow me to interest myself in my coffee cups, and I will respect your coco. There! Is it a bargain?"
He was so quaintly humorous that I was forced to laugh; and we went together to the drawing-room, where the coffee cups and tray remained undisturbed as we had left them.
Poirot made me recapitulate the scene of the night before, listening very carefully, and verifying the position of the various cups.
"So Mrs. Cavendish stood by the tray—and poured out. Yes. Then she came across to the window where you sat with Mademoiselle Cynthia. Yes. Here are the three cups. And the cup on the mantel-piece, half drunk, that would be Mr. Lawrence Cavendish's. And the one on the tray?"
"John Cavendish's. I saw him put it down there."
"Good. One, two, three, four, five—but where, then, is the cup of Mr. Inglethorp?"
"He does not take coffee."
"Then all are accounted for. One moment, my friend."
With infinite care, he took a drop or two from the grounds in each cup, sealing them up in separate test tubes, tasting each in turn as he did so. His physiognomy underwent a curious change. An expression gathered there that I can only describe as half puzzled, and half relieved.
"Bien!" he said at last. "It is evident! I had an idea—but clearly I was mistaken. Yes, altogether I was mistaken. Yet it is strange. But no matter!"
And, with a characteristic shrug, he dismissed whatever it was that was worrying him from his mind. I could have told him from the beginning that this obsession of his over the coffee was bound to end in a blind alley, but I restrained my tongue. After all, though he was old, Poirot had been a great man in his day.
"Breakfast is ready," said John Cavendish, coming in from the hall. "You will breakfast with us, Monsieur Poirot?"
Poirot acquiesced. I observed John. Already he was almost restored to his normal self. The shock of the events of the last night had upset him temporarily, but his equable poise soon swung back to the normal. He was a man of very little imagination, in sharp contrast with his brother, who had, perhaps, too much.
Ever since the early hours of the morning, John had been hard at work, sending telegrams—one of the first had gone to Evelyn Howard—writing notices for the papers, and generally occupying himself with the melancholy duties that a death entails.
"May I ask how things are proceeding?" he said. "Do your investigations point to my mother having died a natural death—or—or must we prepare ourselves for the worst?"
"I think, Mr. Cavendish," said Poirot gravely, "that you would do well not to buoy yourself up with any false hopes. Can you tell me the views of the other members of the family?"
"My brother Lawrence is convinced that we are making a fuss over nothing. He says that everything points to its being a simple case of heart failure."
"He does, does he? That is very interesting—very interesting," murmured Poirot softly. "And Mrs. Cavendish?"
A faint cloud passed over John's face.
"I have not the least idea what my wife's views on the subject are."
"I told you, didn't I, that Mr. Inglethorp has returned?"
"It's an awkward position for all of us. Of course one has to treat him as usual—but, hang it all, one's gorge does rise at sitting down to eat with a possible murderer!"
"I quite understand. It is a very difficult situation for you, Mr. Cavendish. I would like to ask you one question. Mr. Inglethorp's reason for not returning last night was, I believe, that he had forgotten the latch-key. Is not that so?"
"I suppose you are quite sure that the latch-key was forgotten—that he did not take it after all?"
"I have no idea. I never thought of looking. We always keep it in the hall drawer. I'll go and see if it's there now."
Poirot held up his hand with a faint smile.
"No, no, Mr. Cavendish, it is too late now. I am certain that you would find it. If Mr. Inglethorp did take it, he has had ample time to replace it by now."
"I think nothing. If anyone had chanced to look this morning before his return, and seen it there, it would have been a valuable point in his favour. That is all."
"Do not worry," said Poirot smoothly. "I assure you that you need not let it trouble you. Since you are so kind, let us go and have some breakfast."
Every one was assembled in the dining-room. Under the circumstances, we were naturally not a cheerful party. The reaction after a shock is always trying, and I think we were all suffering from it. Decorum and good breeding naturally enjoined that our demeanour should be much as usual, yet I could not help wondering if this self-control were really a matter of great difficulty. There were no red eyes, no signs of secretly indulged grief. I felt that I was right in my opinion that Dorcas was the person most affected by the personal side of the tragedy.
I pass over Alfred Inglethorp, who acted the bereaved widower in a manner that I felt to be disgusting in its hypocrisy. Did he know that we suspected him, I wondered. Surely he could not be unaware of the fact, conceal it as we would. Did he feel some secret stirring of fear, or was he confident that his crime would go unpunished? Surely the suspicion in the atmosphere must warn him that he was already a marked man.
But did every one suspect him? What about Mrs. Cavendish? I watched her as she sat at the head of the table, graceful, composed, enigmatic. In her soft grey frock, with white ruffles at the wrists falling over her slender hands, she looked very beautiful. When she chose, however, her face could be sphinx-like in its inscrutability. She was very silent, hardly opening her lips, and yet in some queer way I felt that the great strength of her personality was dominating us all.
"Yes, I've got the most beastly headache."
"Have another cup of coffee, mademoiselle?" said Poirot solicitously. "It will revive you. It is unparalleled for the mal de tête." He jumped up and took her cup.
"No sugar," said Cynthia, watching him, as he picked up the sugar-tongs.
"No sugar? You abandon it in the war-time, eh?"
"No, I never take it in coffee."
"Sacré!" murmured Poirot to himself, as he brought back the replenished cup.
Only I heard him, and glancing up curiously at the little man I saw that his face was working with suppressed excitement, and his eyes were as green as a cat's. He had heard or seen something that had affected him strongly—but what was it? I do not usually label myself as dense, but I must confess that nothing out of the ordinary had attracted my attention.
In another moment, the door opened and Dorcas appeared.
"Mr. Wells to see you, sir," she said to John.
I remembered the name as being that of the lawyer to whom Mrs. Inglethorp had written the night before.
"Show him into my study." Then he turned to us. "My mother's lawyer," he explained. And in a lower voice: "He is also Coroner—you understand. Perhaps you would like to come with me?"
"There will be an inquest then?"
Poirot nodded absently. He seemed absorbed in thought; so much so that my curiosity was aroused.
"What is it? You are not attending to what I say."
"It is true, my friend. I am much worried."
"Because Mademoiselle Cynthia does not take sugar in her coffee."
"What? You cannot be serious?"
"But I am most serious. Ah, there is something there that I do not understand. My instinct was right."
"The instinct that led me to insist on examining those coffee cups. Chut! no more now!"
We followed John into his study, and he closed the door behind us.
Mr. Wells was a pleasant man of middle-age, with keen eyes, and the typical lawyer's mouth. John introduced us both, and explained the reason of our presence.
"You will understand, Wells," he added, "that this is all strictly private. We are still hoping that there will turn out to be no need for investigation of any kind."
"Quite so, quite so," said Mr. Wells soothingly. "I wish we could have spared you the pain and publicity of an inquest, but of course it's quite unavoidable in the absence of a doctor's certificate."
"Clever man, Bauerstein. Great authority on toxicology, I believe."
"Indeed," said John with a certain stiffness in his manner. Then he added rather hesitatingly: "Shall we have to appear as witnesses—all of us, I mean?"
"Any other evidence will be simply confirmatory, a mere matter of form."
A faint expression of relief swept over John's face. It puzzled me, for I saw no occasion for it.
"If you know of nothing to the contrary," pursued Mr. Wells, "I had thought of Friday. That will give us plenty of time for the doctor's report. The post-mortem is to take place tonight, I believe?"
"Then that arrangement will suit you?"
"I need not tell you, my dear Cavendish, how distressed I am at this most tragic affair."
"Can you give us no help in solving it, monsieur?" interposed Poirot, speaking for the first time since we had entered the room.
"Yes, we heard that Mrs. Inglethorp wrote to you last night. You should have received the letter this morning."
"I did, but it contains no information. It is merely a note asking me to call upon her this morning, as she wanted my advice on a matter of great importance."
"She gave you no hint as to what that matter might be?"
"That is a pity," said John.
"A great pity," agreed Poirot gravely.
There was silence. Poirot remained lost in thought for a few minutes. Finally he turned to the lawyer again.
"Mr. Wells, there is one thing I should like to ask you—that is, if it is not against professional etiquette. In the event of Mrs. Inglethorp's death, who would inherit her money?"
"The knowledge will be public property very soon, so if Mr. Cavendish does not object——"
"Not at all," interpolated John.
"I do not see any reason why I should not answer your question. By her last will, dated August of last year, after various unimportant legacies to servants, etc., she gave her entire fortune to her stepson, Mr. John Cavendish."
"Was not that—pardon the question, Mr. Cavendish—rather unfair to her other stepson, Mr. Lawrence Cavendish?"
"No, I do not think so. You see, under the terms of their father's will, while John inherited the property, Lawrence, at his stepmother's death, would come into a considerable sum of money. Mrs. Inglethorp left her money to her elder stepson, knowing that he would have to keep up Styles. It was, to my mind, a very fair and equitable distribution."
"I see. But I am right in saying, am I not, that by your English law that will was automatically revoked when Mrs. Inglethorp remarried?"
Mr. Wells bowed his head.
"As I was about to proceed, Monsieur Poirot, that document is now null and void."
"Hein!" said Poirot. He reflected for a moment, and then asked: "Was Mrs. Inglethorp herself aware of that fact?"
"I do not know. She may have been."
"She was," said John unexpectedly. "We were discussing the matter of wills being revoked by marriage only yesterday."
"Ah! One more question, Mr. Wells. You say 'her last will.' Had Mrs. Inglethorp, then, made several former wills?"
"On an average, she made a new will at least once a year," said Mr. Wells imperturbably. "She was given to changing her mind as to her testamentary dispositions, now benefiting one, now another member of her family."
"Suppose," suggested Poirot, "that, unknown to you, she had made a new will in favour of some one who was not, in any sense of the word, a member of the family—we will say Miss Howard, for instance—would you be surprised?"
"Ah!" Poirot seemed to have exhausted his questions.
I drew close to him, while John and the lawyer were debating the question of going through Mrs. Inglethorp's papers.
"Do you think Mrs. Inglethorp made a will leaving all her money to Miss Howard?" I asked in a low voice, with some curiosity.
"Then why did you ask?"
John Cavendish had turned to Poirot.
"Will you come with us, Monsieur Poirot? We are going through my mother's papers. Mr. Inglethorp is quite willing to leave it entirely to Mr. Wells and myself."
"Which simplifies matters very much," murmured the lawyer. "As technically, of course, he was entitled——" He did not finish the sentence.
"We will look through the desk in the boudoir first," explained John, "and go up to her bedroom afterwards. She kept her most important papers in a purple despatch-case, which we must look through carefully."
"Yes," said the lawyer, "it is quite possible that there may be a later will than the one in my possession."
"There is a later will." It was Poirot who spoke.
"What?" John and the lawyer looked at him startled.
"Or, rather," pursued my friend imperturbably, "there was one."
"What do you mean—there was one? Where is it now?"
"Yes. See here." He took out the charred fragment we had found in the grate in Mrs. Inglethorp's room, and handed it to the lawyer with a brief explanation of when and where he had found it.
"But possibly this is an old will?"
"I do not think so. In fact I am almost certain that it was made no earlier than yesterday afternoon."
"What?" "Impossible!" broke simultaneously from both men.
"If you will allow me to send for your gardener, I will prove it to you."
"Oh, of course—but I don't see——"
"Do as I ask you. Afterwards you shall question as much as you please."
"Very well." He rang the bell.
Dorcas answered it in due course.
"Dorcas, will you tell Manning to come round and speak to me here."
We waited in a tense silence. Poirot alone seemed perfectly at his ease, and dusted a forgotten corner of the bookcase.
The clumping of hobnailed boots on the gravel outside proclaimed the approach of Manning. John looked questioningly at Poirot. The latter nodded.
"Come inside, Manning," said John, "I want to speak to you."
Manning came slowly and hesitatingly through the French window, and stood as near it as he could. He held his cap in his hands, twisting it very carefully round and round. His back was much bent, though he was probably not as old as he looked, but his eyes were sharp and intelligent, and belied his slow and rather cautious speech.
"Manning," said John, "this gentleman will put some questions to you which I want you to answer."
Poirot stepped forward briskly. Manning's eye swept over him with a faint contempt.
"You were planting a bed of begonias round by the south side of the house yesterday afternoon, were you not, Manning?"
"Yes, sir, me and Willum."
"And Mrs. Inglethorp came to the window and called you, did she not?"
"Tell me in your own words exactly what happened after that."
"Well, sir, nothing much. She just told Willum to go on his bicycle down to the village, and bring back a form of will, or such-like—I don't know what exactly—she wrote it down for him."
"We went on with the begonias, sir."
"Did not Mrs. Inglethorp call you again?"
"Yes, sir, both me and Willum, she called."
"She made us come right in, and sign our names at the bottom of a long paper—under where she'd signed."
"Did you see anything of what was written above her signature?" asked Poirot sharply.
"No, sir, there was a bit of blotting paper over that part."
"And you signed where she told you?"
"Yes, sir, first me and then Willum."
"What did she do with it afterwards?"
"Well, sir, she slipped it into a long envelope, and put it inside a sort of purple box that was standing on the desk."
"What time was it when she first called you?"
"About four, I should say, sir."
"Not earlier? Couldn't it have been about half-past three?"
"No, I shouldn't say so, sir. It would be more likely to be a bit after four—not before it."
"Thank you, Manning, that will do," said Poirot pleasantly.
The gardener glanced at his master, who nodded, whereupon Manning lifted a finger to his forehead with a low mumble, and backed cautiously out of the window.
"Good heavens!" murmured John. "What an extraordinary coincidence."
"That my mother should have made a will on the very day of her death!"
"Are you so sure it is a coincidence, Cavendish?"
"Your mother, you tell me, had a violent quarrel with—some one yesterday afternoon——"
"What do you mean?" cried John again. There was a tremor in his voice, and he had gone very pale.
"In consequence of that quarrel, your mother very suddenly and hurriedly makes a new will. The contents of that will we shall never know. She told no one of its provisions. This morning, no doubt, she would have consulted me on the subject—but she had no chance. The will disappears, and she takes its secret with her to her grave. Cavendish, I much fear there is no coincidence there. Monsieur Poirot, I am sure you agree with me that the facts are very suggestive."
"Suggestive, or not," interrupted John, "we are most grateful to Monsieur Poirot for elucidating the matter. But for him, we should never have known of this will. I suppose, I may not ask you, monsieur, what first led you to suspect the fact?"
"A scribbled over old envelope, and a freshly planted bed of begonias."
John, I think, would have pressed his questions further, but at that moment the loud purr of a motor was audible, and we all turned to the window as it swept past.
"Evie!" cried John. "Excuse me, Wells." He went hurriedly out into the hall.
Poirot looked inquiringly at me.
"Ah, I am glad she has come. There is a woman with a head and a heart too, Hastings. Though the good God gave her no beauty!"
I followed John's example, and went out into the hall, where Miss Howard was endeavouring to extricate herself from the voluminous mass of veils that enveloped her head. As her eyes fell on me, a sudden pang of guilt shot through me. This was the woman who had warned me so earnestly, and to whose warning I had, alas, paid no heed! How soon, and how contemptuously, I had dismissed it from my mind. Now that she had been proved justified in so tragic a manner, I felt ashamed. She had known Alfred Inglethorp only too well. I wondered whether, if she had remained at Styles, the tragedy would have taken place, or would the man have feared her watchful eyes?
I was relieved when she shook me by the hand, with her well remembered painful grip. The eyes that met mine were sad, but not reproachful; that she had been crying bitterly, I could tell by the redness of her eyelids, but her manner was unchanged from its old blunt gruffness.
"Started the moment I got the wire. Just come off night duty. Hired car. Quickest way to get here."
"Have you had anything to eat this morning, Evie?" asked John.
"I thought not. Come along, breakfast's not cleared away yet, and they'll make you some fresh tea." He turned to me. "Look after her, Hastings, will you? Wells is waiting for me. Oh, here's Monsieur Poirot. He's helping us, you know, Evie."
Miss Howard shook hands with Poirot, but glanced suspiciously over her shoulder at John.
"What do you mean—helping us?"
"Nothing to investigate. Have they taken him to prison yet?"
"Who? Alfred Inglethorp, of course!"
"My dear Evie, do be careful. Lawrence is of the opinion that my mother died from heart seizure."
"More fool, Lawrence!" retorted Miss Howard. "Of course Alfred Inglethorp murdered poor Emily—as I always told you he would."
"My dear Evie, don't shout so. Whatever we may think or suspect, it is better to say as little as possible for the present. The inquest isn't until Friday."
"Not until fiddlesticks!" The snort Miss Howard gave was truly magnificent. "You're all off your heads. The man will be out of the country by then. If he's any sense, he won't stay here tamely and wait to be hanged."
John Cavendish looked at her helplessly.
"I know what it is," she accused him, "you've been listening to the doctors. Never should. What do they know? Nothing at all—or just enough to make them dangerous. I ought to know—my own father was a doctor. That little Wilkins is about the greatest fool that even I have ever seen. Heart seizure! Sort of thing he would say. Anyone with any sense could see at once that her husband had poisoned her. I always said he'd murder her in her bed, poor soul. Now he's done it. And all you can do is to murmur silly things about 'heart seizure' and 'inquest on Friday.' You ought to be ashamed of yourself, John Cavendish."
"What do you want me to do?" asked John, unable to help a faint smile. "Dash it all, Evie, I can't haul him down to the local police station by the scruff of his neck."
"Well, you might do something. Find out how he did it. He's a crafty beggar. Dare say he soaked fly papers. Ask Cook if she's missed any."
It occurred to me very forcibly at that moment that to harbour Miss Howard and Alfred Inglethorp under the same roof, and keep the peace between them, was likely to prove a Herculean task, and I did not envy John. I could see by the expression of his face that he fully appreciated the difficulty of the position. For the moment, he sought refuge in retreat, and left the room precipitately.
Dorcas brought in fresh tea. As she left the room, Poirot came over from the window where he had been standing, and sat down facing Miss Howard.
"Mademoiselle," he said gravely, "I want to ask you something."
"Ask away," said the lady, eyeing him with some disfavour.
"I want to be able to count upon your help."
"I'll help you to hang Alfred with pleasure," she replied gruffly. "Hanging's too good for him. Ought to be drawn and quartered, like in good old times."
"We are at one then," said Poirot, "for I, too, want to hang the criminal."
"No question of another. Poor Emily was never murdered until he came along. I don't say she wasn't surrounded by sharks—she was. But it was only her purse they were after. Her life was safe enough. But along comes Mr. Alfred Inglethorp—and within two months—hey presto!"
"Believe me, Miss Howard," said Poirot very earnestly, "if Mr. Inglethorp is the man, he shall not escape me. On my honour, I will hang him as high as Haman!"
"That's better," said Miss Howard more enthusiastically.
"But I must ask you to trust me. Now your help may be very valuable to me. I will tell you why. Because, in all this house of mourning, yours are the only eyes that have wept."
Miss Howard blinked, and a new note crept into the gruffness of her voice.
"If you mean that I was fond of her—yes, I was. You know, Emily was a selfish old woman in her way. She was very generous, but she always wanted a return. She never let people forget what she had done for them—and, that way she missed love. Don't think she ever realized it, though, or felt the lack of it. Hope not, anyway. I was on a different footing. I took my stand from the first. 'So many pounds a year I'm worth to you. Well and good. But not a penny piece besides—not a pair of gloves, nor a theatre ticket.' She didn't understand—was very offended sometimes. Said I was foolishly proud. It wasn't that—but I couldn't explain. Anyway, I kept my self-respect. And so, out of the whole bunch, I was the only one who could allow myself to be fond of her. I watched over her. I guarded her from the lot of them. And then a glib-tongued scoundrel comes along, and pooh! all my years of devotion go for nothing."
"I understand, mademoiselle, I understand all you feel. It is most natural. You think that we are lukewarm—that we lack fire and energy—but trust me, it is not so."
John stuck his head in at this juncture, and invited us both to come up to Mrs. Inglethorp's room, as he and Mr. Wells had finished looking through the desk in the boudoir.
"Look here, what's going to happen when these two meet?"
I shook my head helplessly.
"I've told Mary to keep them apart if she can."
"Will she be able to do so?"
"The Lord only knows. There's one thing, Inglethorp himself won't be too keen on meeting her."
"You've got the keys still, haven't you, Poirot?" I asked, as we reached the door of the locked room.
Taking the keys from Poirot, John unlocked it, and we all passed in. The lawyer went straight to the desk, and John followed him.
"My mother kept most of her important papers in this despatch-case, I believe," he said.
Poirot drew out the small bunch of keys.
"Permit me. I locked it, out of precaution, this morning."
"But it's not locked now."
"See." And John lifted the lid as he spoke.
"Milles tonnerres!" cried Poirot, dumbfounded. "And I—who have both the keys in my pocket!" He flung himself upon the case. Suddenly he stiffened. "En voilà une affaire! This lock has been forced!"
Poirot laid down the case again.
"But who forced it? Why should they? When? But the door was locked?" These exclamations burst from us disjointedly.
Poirot answered them categorically—almost mechanically.
"Who? That is the question. Why? Ah, if I only knew. When? Since I was here an hour ago. As to the door being locked, it is a very ordinary lock. Probably any other of the doorkeys in this passage would fit it."
We stared at one another blankly. Poirot had walked over to the mantel-piece. He was outwardly calm, but I noticed his hands, which from long force of habit were mechanically straightening the spill vases on the mantel-piece, were shaking violently.
"See here, it was like this," he said at last. "There was something in that case—some piece of evidence, slight in itself perhaps, but still enough of a clue to connect the murderer with the crime. It was vital to him that it should be destroyed before it was discovered and its significance appreciated. Therefore, he took the risk, the great risk, of coming in here. Finding the case locked, he was obliged to force it, thus betraying his presence. For him to take that risk, it must have been something of great importance."
"Ah!" cried Poirot, with a gesture of anger. "That, I do not know! A document of some kind, without doubt, possibly the scrap of paper Dorcas saw in her hand yesterday afternoon. And I—" his anger burst forth freely—"miserable animal that I am! I guessed nothing! I have behaved like an imbecile! I should never have left that case here. I should have carried it away with me. Ah, triple pig! And now it is gone. It is destroyed—but is it destroyed? Is there not yet a chance—we must leave no stone unturned—"
He rushed like a madman from the room, and I followed him as soon as I had sufficiently recovered my wits. But, by the time I had reached the top of the stairs, he was out of sight.
Mary Cavendish was standing where the staircase branched, staring down into the hall in the direction in which he had disappeared.
"What has happened to your extraordinary little friend, Mr. Hastings? He has just rushed past me like a mad bull."
"He's rather upset about something," I remarked feebly. I really did not know how much Poirot would wish me to disclose. As I saw a faint smile gather on Mrs. Cavendish's expressive mouth, I endeavoured to try and turn the conversation by saying: "They haven't met yet, have they?"
"Mr. Inglethorp and Miss Howard."
She looked at me in rather a disconcerting manner.
"Do you think it would be such a disaster if they did meet?"
"Well, don't you?" I said, rather taken aback.
"No." She was smiling in her quiet way. "I should like to see a good flare up. It would clear the air. At present we are all thinking so much, and saying so little."
"John doesn't think so," I remarked. "He's anxious to keep them apart."
"Old John's an awfully good sort."
"You are loyal to your friend. I like you for that."
"Aren't you my friend too?"
"I am a very bad friend."
"Because it is true. I am charming to my friends one day, and forget all about them the next."
"Yet you seem to be invariably charming to Dr. Bauerstein!"
Instantly I regretted my words. Her face stiffened. I had the impression of a steel curtain coming down and blotting out the real woman. Without a word, she turned and went swiftly up the stairs, whilst I stood like an idiot gaping after her.
I was recalled to other matters by a frightful row going on below. I could hear Poirot shouting and expounding. I was vexed to think that my diplomacy had been in vain. The little man appeared to be taking the whole house into his confidence, a proceeding of which I, for one, doubted the wisdom. Once again I could not help regretting that my friend was so prone to lose his head in moments of excitement. I stepped briskly down the stairs. The sight of me calmed Poirot almost immediately. I drew him aside.
"My dear fellow," I said, "is this wise? Surely you don't want the whole house to know of this occurrence? You are actually playing into the criminal's hands."
"Well, well, my friend, I will be guided by you."
"Good. Although, unfortunately, it is a little too late now."
He looked so crestfallen and abashed that I felt quite sorry, though I still thought my rebuke a just and wise one.
"Well," he said at last, "let us go, mon ami."
"For the moment, yes. You will walk back with me to the village?"
He picked up his little suit-case, and we went out through the open window in the drawing-room. Cynthia Murdoch was just coming in, and Poirot stood aside to let her pass.
"Excuse me, mademoiselle, one minute."
"Did you ever make up Mrs. Inglethorp's medicines?"
"Oh, yes, I did make up some sleeping powders for her once."
Poirot produced the empty box which had contained powders.
"Can you tell me what they were? Sulphonal? Veronal?"
"No, they were bromide powders."
"Ah! Thank you, mademoiselle; good morning."
As we walked briskly away from the house, I glanced at him more than once. I had often before noticed that, if anything excited him, his eyes turned green like a cat's. They were shining like emeralds now.
"My friend," he broke out at last, "I have a little idea, a very strange, and probably utterly impossible idea. And yet—it fits in."
I shrugged my shoulders. I privately thought that Poirot was rather too much given to these fantastic ideas. In this case, surely, the truth was only too plain and apparent.
"So that is the explanation of the blank label on the box," I remarked. "Very simple, as you said. I really wonder that I did not think of it myself."
Poirot did not appear to be listening to me.
"They have made one more discovery, là-bas," he observed, jerking his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of Styles. "Mr. Wells told me as we were going upstairs."
"Locked up in the desk in the boudoir, they found a will of Mrs. Inglethorp's, dated before her marriage, leaving her fortune to Alfred Inglethorp. It must have been made just at the time they were engaged. It came quite as a surprise to Wells—and to John Cavendish also. It was written on one of those printed will forms, and witnessed by two of the servants—not Dorcas."
"Did Mr. Inglethorp know of it?"
"One might take that with a grain of salt," I remarked sceptically. "All these wills are very confusing. Tell me, how did those scribbled words on the envelope help you to discover that a will was made yesterday afternoon?"
"Mon ami, have you ever, when writing a letter, been arrested by the fact that you did not know how to spell a certain word?"
"Yes, often. I suppose every one has."
"Exactly. And have you not, in such a case, tried the word once or twice on the edge of the blotting-paper, or a spare scrap of paper, to see if it looked right? Well, that is what Mrs. Inglethorp did. You will notice that the word 'possessed' is spelt first with one 's' and subsequently with two—correctly. To make sure, she had further tried it in a sentence, thus: 'I am possessed.' Now, what did that tell me? It told me that Mrs. Inglethorp had been writing the word 'possessed' that afternoon, and, having the fragment of paper found in the grate fresh in my mind, the possibility of a will—(a document almost certain to contain that word)—occurred to me at once. This possibility was confirmed by a further circumstance. In the general confusion, the boudoir had not been swept that morning, and near the desk were several traces of brown mould and earth. The weather had been perfectly fine for some days, and no ordinary boots would have left such a heavy deposit.
"I strolled to the window, and saw at once that the begonia beds had been newly planted. The mould in the beds was exactly similar to that on the floor of the boudoir, and also I learnt from you that they had been planted yesterday afternoon. I was now sure that one, or possibly both of the gardeners—for there were two sets of footprints in the bed—had entered the boudoir, for if Mrs. Inglethorp had merely wished to speak to them she would in all probability have stood at the window, and they would not have come into the room at all. I was now quite convinced that she had made a fresh will, and had called the two gardeners in to witness her signature. Events proved that I was right in my supposition."
"That was very ingenious," I could not help admitting. "I must confess that the conclusions I drew from those few scribbled words were quite erroneous."
"You gave too much rein to your imagination. Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely."
"Another point—how did you know that the key of the despatch-case had been lost?"
"I did not know it. It was a guess that turned out to be correct. You observed that it had a piece of twisted wire through the handle. That suggested to me at once that it had possibly been wrenched off a flimsy key-ring. Now, if it had been lost and recovered, Mrs. Inglethorp would at once have replaced it on her bunch; but on her bunch I found what was obviously the duplicate key, very new and bright, which led me to the hypothesis that somebody else had inserted the original key in the lock of the despatch-case."
"Yes," I said, "Alfred Inglethorp, without doubt."
Poirot looked at me curiously.
"You are very sure of his guilt?"
"Well, naturally. Every fresh circumstance seems to establish it more clearly."
"On the contrary," said Poirot quietly, "there are several points in his favour."
"That he was not in the house last night."
" 'Bad shot!' as you English say! You have chosen the one point that to my mind tells against him."
"Because if Mr. Inglethorp knew that his wife would be poisoned last night, he would certainly have arranged to be away from the house. His excuse was an obviously trumped up one. That leaves us two possibilities: either he knew what was going to happen or he had a reason of his own for his absence."
"And that reason?" I asked sceptically.
"How should I know? Discreditable, without doubt. This Mr. Inglethorp, I should say, is somewhat of a scoundrel—but that does not of necessity make him a murderer."
I shook my head, unconvinced.
"We do not agree, eh?" said Poirot. "Well, let us leave it. Time will show which of us is right. Now let us turn to other aspects of the case. What do you make of the fact that all the doors of the bedroom were bolted on the inside?"
"Well——" I considered. "One must look at it logically."
"I should put it this way. The doors were bolted—our own eyes have told us that—yet the presence of the candle grease on the floor, and the destruction of the will, prove that during the night some one entered the room. You agree so far?"
"Perfectly. Put with admirable clearness. Proceed."
"Well," I said, encouraged, "as the person who entered did not do so by the window, nor by miraculous means, it follows that the door must have been opened from inside by Mrs. Inglethorp herself. That strengthens the conviction that the person in question was her husband. She would naturally open the door to her own husband."
"Why should she? She had bolted the door leading into his room—a most unusual proceeding on her part—she had had a most violent quarrel with him that very afternoon. No, he was the last person she would admit."
"But you agree with me that the door must have been opened by Mrs. Inglethorp herself?"
"There is another possibility. She may have forgotten to bolt the door into the passage when she went to bed, and have got up later, towards morning, and bolted it then."
"Poirot, is that seriously your opinion?"
"No, I do not say it is so, but it might be. Now, to turn to another feature, what do you make of the scrap of conversation you overheard between Mrs. Cavendish and her mother-in-law?"
"I had forgotten that," I said thoughtfully. "That is as enigmatical as ever. It seems incredible that a woman like Mrs. Cavendish, proud and reticent to the last degree, should interfere so violently in what was certainly not her affair."
"Precisely. It was an astonishing thing for a woman of her breeding to do."
"It is certainly curious," I agreed. "Still, it is unimportant, and need not be taken into account."
A groan burst from Poirot.
"What have I always told you? Everything must be taken into account. If the fact will not fit the theory—let the theory go."
"Well, we shall see," I said, nettled.
We had reached Leastways Cottage, and Poirot ushered me upstairs to his own room. He offered me one of the tiny Russian cigarettes he himself occasionally smoked. I was amused to notice that he stowed away the used matches most carefully in a little china pot. My momentary annoyance vanished.
Poirot had placed our two chairs in front of the open window which commanded a view of the village street. The fresh air blew in warm and pleasant. It was going to be a hot day.
Suddenly my attention was arrested by a weedy looking young man rushing down the street at a great pace. It was the expression on his face that was extraordinary—a curious mingling of terror and agitation.
"Tiens!" he said. "It is Mr. Mace, from the chemist's shop. He is coming here."
The young man came to a halt before Leastways Cottage, and, after hesitating a moment, pounded vigorously at the door.
"A little minute," cried Poirot from the window. "I come."
Motioning to me to follow him, he ran swiftly down the stairs and opened the door. Mr. Mace began at once.
"Oh, Mr. Poirot, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I heard that you'd just come back from the Hall?"
The young man moistened his dry lips. His face was working curiously.
"It's all over the village about old Mrs. Inglethorp dying so suddenly. They do say——" he lowered his voice cautiously—"that it's poison?"
Poirot's face remained quite impassive.
"Only the doctors can tell us that, Mr. Mace."
"Yes, exactly—of course——" The young man hesitated, and then his agitation was too much for him. 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. Something evidently of a non-committal nature. The young man departed, and as he closed the door Poirot's eyes met mine.
"Yes," he said, nodding gravely. "He will have evidence to give at the inquest."
We went slowly upstairs again. I was opening my lips, when Poirot stopped me with a gesture of his hand.
"Not now, not now, mon ami. I have need of reflection. My mind is in some disorder—which is not well."
For about ten minutes he sat in dead silence, perfectly still, except for several expressive motions of his eyebrows, and all the time his eyes grew steadily greener. At last he heaved a deep sigh.
"It is well. The bad moment has passed. Now all is arranged and classified. One must never permit confusion. The case is not clear yet—no. For it is of the most complicated! It puzzles me. Me, Hercule Poirot! There are two facts of significance."
"The first is the state of the weather yesterday. That is very important."
"But it was a glorious day!" I interrupted. "Poirot, you're pulling my leg!"
"Not at all. The thermometer registered 80° in the shade. Do not forget that, my friend. It is the key to the whole riddle!"
"And the second point?" I asked.
"The important fact that Monsieur Inglethorp wears very peculiar clothes, has a black beard, and uses glasses."
"Poirot, I cannot believe you are serious."
"I am absolutely serious, my friend."
"No, it is very momentous."
"And supposing the Coroner's jury returns a verdict of Wilful Murder against Alfred Inglethorp. What becomes of your theories, then?"
"They would not be shaken because twelve stupid men had happened to make a mistake! But that will not occur. For one thing, a country jury is not anxious to take responsibility upon itself, and Mr. Inglethorp stands practically in the position of local squire. Also," he added placidly, "I should not allow it!"
"You would not allow it?"
I looked at the extraordinary little man, divided between annoyance and amusement. He was so tremendously sure of himself. As though he read my thoughts, he nodded gently.
"Oh, yes, mon ami, I would do what I say." He got up and laid his hand on my shoulder. His physiognomy underwent a complete change. Tears came into his eyes. "In all this, you see, I think of that poor Mrs. Inglethorp who is dead. She was not extravagantly loved—no. But she was very good to us Belgians—I owe her a debt."
I endeavoured to interrupt, but Poirot swept on.
"Let me tell you this, Hastings. She would never forgive me if I let Alfred Inglethorp, her husband, be arrested now—when a word from me could save him!"
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WINK online (a media outlet, not a dating website) recently published an article, "Sheriffs look at options amid DeSantis immigration push", about the immigration positions being taken by Ron DeSantis, former congressman and, since January, Republican governor of Florida.
It points out that, despite DeSantis distinguishing himself from both his Democratic and Republican opponents during the campaign by arguing in favor of universal E-Verify, he's done nothing to push its passage through the Florida legislature. But that's a discussion for another time and place. I want instead to focus on what most of the rest of the article is about: cooperation between state and local enforcement agencies and federal immigration authorities to ensure that alien criminals are identified, apprehended, detained, and (at the end of any sentence imposed for state crimes) deported.
Thirty-seven of the state's 67 sheriffs currently have some sort of agreement with U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement, or ICE, that allows the local officials to keep locked up individuals who may be eligible for deportation until ICE agents can pick the people up or until they can be transported to federal immigration detention facilities.
Late last month, DeSantis, who campaigned on a hard-line immigration stance, urged the state's sheriffs to join a handful of their colleagues participating in the "287(g) program," named after a section in a federal immigration law, that allows them to train and authorize personnel to identify and process undocumented immigrants.
The article goes on to quote detractors, the usual lineup of immigrant advocates and open-borders groups who complain about potential "racial profiling" and other ills for which there is no empirical evidence, as reasons not to participate and, in fact, not to cooperate with ICE in any way. Of course, as I explained in a recent post, the kind of noncooperation they advocate, in the form of sanctuary policies, actually results in a substantial number of victims (not least among them police officers and sheriffs deputies) who are killed or injured by illegal alien criminals when they are released in lieu of honoring immigration detainers.
ICE does not have the capacity to expand the 287(g) program. They just don't have the bandwidth to do it. They don't have the money. They don't have the resources. They can't put the training on. So, the 287(g) program is legal. It's proper. It works. But there's no capacity to do it.
Sheriff Gualtieri is clearly a great friend and ICE advocate, a rare thing these days; I hope the agency has properly acknowledged his leadership in this arena of police-ICE cooperation in detention and removal of alien criminals. But the situation he describes, while true, is unacceptable.
That's straightforward, compelling language directly from the president of the United States to his subordinates in the executive branch, specifically the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) and its component, ICE. If they "don't have the bandwidth" it's because they've failed the president in carrying out his orders.
The agency has been depressingly slow in reconstituting the 287(g) program since its functional dismantling by the Obama administration, and it's hard to fathom why. It's a great program.
The "jail model" of the 287(g) program is administered by the Enforcement and Removal Operations (ERO) side of ICE, which is primarily responsible for apprehending and deporting alien criminals. Having cross-trained and designated sheriff's deputies or police officers in the booking stations and county jails helps ensure that these criminals are detected promptly, detained, and put into removal proceedings, instead of being returned to the streets to re-offend. Yet very few of these programs have been initiated since the agency was freed from Obama-era constraints, even though the oversight mechanisms of the 287(g) program, both within the agency and at DHS Office of Inspector General, are robust.
Worse, on the other side of the ICE house, at Homeland Security Investigations (HSI), absolutely no 287(g) programs have been re-instituted, for instance with various state police organizations or local police specializing in busting human trafficking operations. These agencies are HSI's best eyes and ears in detecting alien smuggling and human trafficking organizations, because who is more likely than cross-trained troopers to come across loads of humans being transported across America's highways, while in the course of their everyday patrol duties, and who is more likely to become aware of so-called "safe houses" filled with trafficked or smuggled aliens waiting to be further dispersed?
With 287(g) not only are the loads interdicted and the safe houses detected, thus causing a tremendous loss in funds and prestige for the criminal cartels that undertake such smuggling, but through the debriefing of the smuggled aliens, and their drivers and guard-keepers, HSI is better able to quickly hone in on higher levels of the criminal conspiracy.
This would be a win-win situation for all concerned, and the power of such force-multipliers can't be denied. So why hasn't this happened? It's particularly ironic since at least some of the folks at HSI have complained that they're unable to be fully effective in anti-smuggling efforts for lack of resources. See, for instance, the recent Atlantic article, "Human Smugglers Are Thriving Under Trump", an article that is completely misguided and wrong-headed in every respect except in noting that smugglers are thriving. Of course they are with such egregiously porous borders and so many massive loopholes allowing abuse of our asylum laws! That has zero to do with "zero tolerance policies", as the article would have us believe. But I digress.
In other words, as long as they are acting within the scope of the law (which is the same standard applied to federal officers), 287(g)-designated state and local officers are immune from suit. The importance of this immunity can't be emphasized enough, since it is lawsuits and the threat of lawsuits that have intimidated many enforcement agencies into severing their cooperation with federal immigration authorities.
Thus, under 287(g), everyone wins: ICE gets a windfall in force multipliers in key areas of its operational mission; state and local governments can ensure that, to the maximum extent possible, alien criminals are being plucked from their communities rather than allowed to continue engaging in criminal activity on the street; alien smugglers and human traffickers run greater risk of being apprehended, whether on the highways or in safe houses they establish for en route travel; and the people, citizens and immigrants alike, who live in communities where agencies participate in 287(g) programs, are freed from predators and recidivists who make their daily lives significantly less safe and diminish the quality of life that they and their children would otherwise enjoy.
So the question for both DHS and ICE is simple: Why aren't you complying with the president's directive and making the bandwidth needed to sign on more state and local partners?
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# Doxx [![Build Status](https://travis-ci.org/FGRibreau/doxx.png)](https://travis-ci.org/FGRibreau/doxx) [![Gittip](http://badgr.co/gittip/fgribreau.png)](https://www.gittip.com/fgribreau/) [![Deps](https://david-dm.org/FGRibreau/doxx.png)](https://david-dm.org/FGRibreau/doxx)

Use [dox](https://github.com/visionmedia/dox) to automatically generate beautiful html documentation. **Doxx is a total refactoring of [dox-foundation](https://github.com/punkave/dox-foundation/)**.

Outputted HTML is by default based on templates and css from [Twitter Bootstrap](twitter.github.com/bootstrap/) and syntax highlighting is done by [Prism.js](http://prismjs.com/).

Doxx was tested with **JavaScript** as well as generated JavaScript from **CoffeeScript**.

## Demo
* [doxx/docs/compile.js](http://fgribreau.github.com/doxx/docs/compile.js.html)
* [doxx/docs/dir.js](http://fgribreau.github.com/doxx/docs/dir.js.html)
* [doxx/docs/parser.js](http://fgribreau.github.com/doxx/docs/parser.js.html)

## Usage

JavaScript JavaDoc style

```javascript
/**
 * Create an array of all the right files in the source dir
 * @param      {String}   source path
 * @param      {Object}   options
 * @param      {Function} callback
 * @jsFiddle   A jsFiddle embed URL
 * @return     {Array} an array of string path
 */
function collectFiles(source, options, callback) {
  ...
}

```

CoffeeScript JavaDoc style

```coffeescript
###*
 * Create an array of all the right files in the source dir
 * @param      {String}   source path
 * @param      {Object}   options
 * @param      {Function} callback
 * @jsFiddle   A jsFiddle embed URL
 * @return     {Array} an array of string path
###
collectFiles = (source, options, callback) ->
  ...

```

## Installation
Install the module with: `npm install doxx -g`

## CLI
```
$ doxx --help

  Usage: doxx [options]

  Options:

    -h, --help                                 output usage information
    -V, --version                              output the version number
    -r, --raw                                  output "raw" comments, leaving the markdown intact
    -d, --debug                                output parsed comments for debugging
    -t, --title <string>                       The title for the page produced
    -s, --source <source>                      The folder which should get parsed
    -i, --ignore <directories>                 Comma seperated list of directories to ignore. Default: test,public,static,views,templates
    -T, --target <target>                      The folder which will contain the results. Default: <process.cwd()>/docs
    -e, --target_extension <target_extension>  Target files extension. Default: html
    --template <jade template>                 The jade template file to use

  Examples:

    # parse a whole folder
    $ doxx --source lib --target docs

    # parse a whole folder and use a specific template
    $ doxx --template ./view/myowntpl.jade --source lib --target docs
```

## Contributing
In lieu of a formal styleguide, take care to maintain the existing coding style. Add unit tests for any new or changed functionality. Lint and test your code using [grunt](https://github.com/cowboy/grunt).

## Release History
* *0.0.1* - (dox-foundation) Initial release
* *0.2.0* - (dox-foundation) Readable output
* *0.3.0* - (dox-foundation) Support for folder parsing
* *0.4.0* - (dox-foundation) Improved project navigation, major refactor of folder code
* *0.5.0* - Initial release of doxx
* *0.7.0* - Merge pull requests #16 #17 #19 #20
* *0.7.1* - Merge pull request #25 - Add target_extension option
* *0.7.2* - Upgrade dox to ~0.4.4

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## License
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Home Showbiz Music 202108
Gambo Visits Castro's Parents
/ Music, Showbiz
Fast-rising Ghanaian musician and businessman Gambo, has paid a surprise visit to Cofie Eshun, the father of the late
hiplife legend, Theophilus Tagoe who was popularly known in showbiz as 'Castro Under Fire'.
The visit formed part of activities of his Takoradi media tour.
Gambo embarked on the Takoradi tour to promote his 'New Era' Extended Play (EP).
https://ffm.to/gambo-newera-ep
The 'Drip' hit maker says he thought it necessary to pay his respect to the family of one of the greatest Ghanaian musicians that ever lived.
Castro's father was highly thankful for Gambo as an up and coming musician to do the needful by visiting him.
Mr. Eshun observed how other musicians visit Takoradi to do their media tour but do not bother to pay him visit upon all that his late son did for the Ghanaian music industry.
He prayed for God's blessings upon Gambo's music career just as he would have done for Castro if he were still alive, expressing how he deeply misses his son.
Gambo was humbled by the kind words and prayers from Castro's father.
He was also humbled by the great reception he enjoyed in Takoradi, saying his overall experience in Takoradi has been one of the best so far in his tours.
He expressed gratitude for the great support he enjoyed in Takoradi.
'Castro Under Fire' disappeared on the 6th of July, 2014 at the Beach in Ada during a jet ski with Janet Bandu, a female friend.
Reports indicated at the time that the two, while on holiday with the Gyan brothers opted for a jet ski cruise at a resort close to the Ada estuary and they never returned jetting but their jet ski was later found with a life jacket hanging on it.
Gambo is poised to become the face of Ghana music in the new future, with the release of his 'New Era' Extended Play.
The 'New Era' EP was launched on June 18, 2021 and has seen Gambo featuring the likes of veteran rapper, Ayigbe Edem, Strongman, Medikal and Sefa.
There are five tracks off the "New Era" EP. The EP is dominated by current trending stars in Ghana.
D-Black's Black Avenue Muzik label signee, Sefa, who is currently dominating local charts with her latest hit single "E Choke" (which features Mr Drew) was the only female star recruited for the EP.
Songs on the EP include: 'No Stress' produced by Goodboi; Beautiful featuring Sefa and produced by DJKwamzy; 'We Move' featuring Strongman.
The 'Beautiful' song speaks about the heartbreak Gambo suffered in the hands of his ex-girlfriend.
Gambo is deeply emotional about the song.
According to him, the song is one that anyone who has experienced a broken-heart can listen to and console themselves.
The track is off his Extended Play (EP).
https://audiomack.com/gambo_ii/song/beautiful
He recorded the song when he was in love and suffered a brutal broken-heart.
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/h6NLcsHZy57XDRbx5
Earlier this year when Gambo released the 'Drip'official video believed to be the most expensive music video for 2021 so far, Gambo made it clear that there was a song for everyone on his upcoming EP.
https://youtu.be/6HtYkW0Kvjc
'Drip' saw Gambo recruiting the services of celebrated Ghanaian recording artist, Ayigbe Edem.
'Drip' was premiered at 4syte TV premises in Accra on Friday, February 26, 2021 and is well positioned to take the Ghanaian music industry by storm.
The premiere attracted several A-list artists, with live performances from Kechi and others.
'Drip' was the first song off Gambo's Extended Play. The banger is available on all major streaming platforms including YouTube, Audiomack.
The EP was launched on April 9, 2021.
'Drip' was produced by popular Ghanaian record producer, Fortune Dane.
Starring in 'Drip' official video are curvaceous Ghanaian actress, Moesha Boduong, and social media sensation, Shugatiti.
Moesha and Edem were both in attendance at the premiere, which saw music lovers thrilled to great songs and performances from Gambo himself and other artists who came to support him.
'Drip' official video was shot on the seventh floor of the leading hotel in Ghana, Kempinski Hotel, Accra.
The video perfectly showcases the luxurious side of Ghana, and is comparable to music videos of top American recording artists.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/GAMBO
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© Copyright 2009 FarmgirlFare.com, the foodie farm blog where due to unknown circumstances, our wonderful wood block supply fell through after only two deliveries, so we're back to cutting, splitting, loading, unloading, and stacking lots and lots of firewood—though fortunately not in the snow (at least not yet). And while I say 'we,' the division of labor is far from equal in this area, since all I usually do is help toss wood into the truck (while thinking about food the entire time). This girl draws the line at running a chainsaw—I leave that to my hunky farmguy.
Cutting, sawing, I am always impressed by those who can gather their own fuel. One of the hardest things to do IMO. How often will you all have to do rounds of cutting? Can it be stored to any appreciable degree?
I love this photo...looks like it could be on my family's ranch...with my dad collecting firewood.
AMEN. I refuse to run the chainsaw, too. I'm pretty sure I would cut off an appendage, since the thing weighs like fifty pounds. I will, in dire circumstances, split wood, but I much prefer the loading and stacking.
And guess what we have on our agenda for tomorrow? Yup, splitting and stacking. Because our wood pile has gotten alarmingly low and it's supposed to be 10 degrees for a high on Sunday. CODE RED!
I made a $20.00 donation to the Place to Bark site! I hope she wins! Makes me believe there are angels on earth.
I love the site of piled firewood.
As a little girl I would rather pile firewood than vacuum.
I was tentative about using a chainsaw too but with the right equipment,loggers chaps and helmet with mesh visor and ear muffs it's GREAT FUN!!! Once I get started I have a hard time stopping because I enjoy it so much.
Geez - no one light a match near that photo!
No reason you can't chainsaw. As long as you have a good teacher it isn't hard. Or even dangerous if you're cutting logs to length on flat ground. Just loud.
I just discovered you and absolutely have fallen in love. We use wood to heat with, too. For some reason our wood hasn't been as good this year as in years past. LOve you photos and stories.
DH bought "me" an electric chain saw which is much lighter and easier for "me" to handle - strange how whenever I ask if "me" can use it - he has some malarkey reason he has to use the big manly gas powered nightmare machine! Wise choice Susan - chainsaw is one of those things I CAN do but prefer not to.
Thanks to you all for taking the time to write. You know I always love hearing from you!
We'll have to cut firewood several more times this season. We only cut a pickup load of wood at a time (though it's a big flatbed truck bed) and go through quite a few cords of wood - especially now since we're heating two buildings.
A mini version of the autumn one is actually up on my google search page - simply type in something you want to search for in the box at the top right of the page and it'll pop up.


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In Ibibio land it is often said that you don't give the throne to an insolent child, because he will rubbish the very fabric of its customs and beliefs.
It is also said by Ibibio elders that you don't leave the treasures of the village in the hands of an insolent king, for an insolent man has the mind of a thief, very destructive.
In Uruan which is an intrinsic part of Ibibio land, there is a norm that has lasted for over three thousand years, Uruan people do not allow insolent men to occupy any leadership position, for the fear of losing their lands, wives and heritage.
Yes, it is a deep rooted tradition of the Ibibios not to have a leader who does not have respect for higher authority. in 1645, Obong Inyang Ndem was the clan head of Emunda-Uruan, but he was in the habit of commanding his guards to flog or kill any member of his council of Chiefs who had divergent views or opposes his evil agenda.
After his exit in 1648, the people of that clan made a law and used the drums of Ekpe society to spread the enactment, that never again will an insolent individual be selected to govern them by the goddess.
This is why till date before you are enthrone as the Nnsom of Uruan, you have to be sent to land of the spirits for seven days for spiritual screening and sanctification.
If you are found to be a contemptuous individual with other questionable character, you will not return back to earth and the land of Atakpo, the goddess of Uruan will float black aches on the top of Akwa Akpa Uruan to announce to the earth that you have fail the test.
The current impudent behaviour of Obong Nsima Ekere not to attend the coronation of Oku Ibom Ibibio is not only a snub against the king of the entire Ibibios, rather it is a clear message sent by Nsima Ekere to the fourth Largest ethnic group in Nigeria. His message could be understood even by a toddler that he does not believe in the existence of such ethnic grouping. How unfortunate! How sad!
His action further confirms his personality, the insolent character which he has been known for. His character as a man who has no regard or respect for traditional rulers is well known, as he had sometimes ago visibly assaulted the clan head of Uta Ewa in Ikot Abasi, who disagreed with his illegal bunkery activities and production of adulterated petroleum products from the creeks of Uta Ewa.
The absence of Nsima at the coronation of Oku Ibom Ibibio, Ntenyin Solomon Etuk which the highest traditional ruler in Akwa Ibom State further exposed the level of disregard, disdain and outright lack of respect for traditional institutions and constituted authorities.
Nsima Ekere refusal to attend and give respect to the king of his tribe further show to Ibibios that his pursuit for Governorship race is to collaborate with some section of our Annang brothers to destroy the fabric of respect for Ibibio nation.
His action also confirms the word of Chief T O Akpan, that Nsima Ekere may not have the blood of the Ibibios running in his veins, as there have been controversies surrounding his ancestry.
Naturally Nsima is an insolent man who does not respect even his biological father. As revealed by persons who are close to their family, Nsima Ekere used to beat up his father publicly.
Having this level of insane mind as a governor will definitely return Akwa Ibom State to dark days of mindless carnage of the innocent citizens who opposes his administration.
Nsima Ekere who could not attend the Burial of that Young Engineer , who was murdered in his prime at age of 29 for playing opposition against his candidature and supporting Sen. J Udoedehe was gruesomely murdered by Nsima Ekere hired hooligans.
Sadly, the burial was attended by only Sen Udoedehe. One can see the Uyo Senator crying and weeping for the soul of his late supporter and civil Engineer, he was abandoned by Chief Godswill Akpabio who happen to be the Senator of Ikot Ekpene Senatorial District, the home of the deceased but had no conscience nor human sympathy to find time to condole with the family.
The mother of the Young Engineer died days after the son was buried. She could not bear the trauma of sending a child to school and after graduating with such an enterprising discipline ,which the parent expected to reap from their investment but he was sadly killed by Nsima Ekere's men for supporting Udoedehe.
My brother from Ekpene Ibia, who was murdered in Uruan, a father of three is still in the morgue while his three Children could not see any APC member who could show them mercy to feed nor clothe them this Christmas as their lovely father has been caring.
The few people who are supporting Obong Nsima Ekere are men whose intension is to destroy the Ibibio majority influence in a bid to galvanise themselves to be enthrone as the Lord Rampa of Akwa Ibom State.
I can see why both Sen. Akpabio and Obong Nsima Ekere could have so much disrespected the Royal Monarchy of Ibibio kingdom by snubbing the coronation of Oku Ibom Ibibio.
1, It means both Obong Nsima Ekere and Akpabio does not recognise Ibibio as a tribe . so he never wishes to give credence to it existence by attending such function.
2.Obong Nsima Ekere have concluded arrangement with Senator Godswill Akpabio to bring to nothing the throne of Ntenyin Solomon Etuk, if he successfully become the Governor of Akwa Ibom State.
3, it also exposed and confirmed the words of Sen Albert Akpan, that Nsima Ekere has concluded plans with Akpabio to return power back to Ikot Ekpene Senatoral District instead of the Ibibios in Uyo Senatorial District.
4, His refusal to attend the coronation is a colossal evident to how disrespectful Nsima Ekere will be if he eventually emerge the Governor of Akwa Ibom State.
So It is time for Ibibos to evaluates deeply and avoid this evil called Nsima Ekere and vote wisely by electing a man of peace, respect for elders and constituted authorities.
It is not time to return the State back to cult wars , kidnappings, political motivated killings ,intimidation and political masterminded economic sabotage. Now that we have seen this evil in a broad daylight, this is the right time to terminate it before it grows into a destructive tree.


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This move-in ready penthouse style condo, located in the gated community of Canyon Villas is light and bright throughout, providing treetop views and privacy. Each room is spacious and enhanced with recent upgrades to include a brand new stainless steel Samsung stove and microwave in the kitchen, a West Elm dining room light fixture with radio style vintage light bulbs, a new fire place kit to keep you cozy on cool nights, Nest smart thermostat, brand new bathroom sinks, and recessed lighting throughout. The kitchen, dining and living room open floor plan is perfect for entertaining family and friends while the front patio allows for barbecuing and basking in the sun. The master bedroom includes two large closets and a large bathroom with a full bath and dual vanity. A full size laundry room and guest bathroom divide the 2 bedrooms providing additional privacy. In addition, this condo comes with a one car garage, and an assigned parking spot. Fulfill your fitness needs with a fully equipped fitness room next to one of the two community pools/spas. Just a very short distance to Aliso Viejo Town Center, you'll find full service restaurants, a movie theater, and shopping for all your home necessities. Aliso Viejo offers lots of parks and recreation, some of the best hiking and biking trails, and top ranked schools.
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