en-es  The Mysterious Affair at Styles/Chapter XIII Easy
POIROT SE EXPLICA.

"Poirot, viejo bribón", dije, "¡Estoy tentado de estrangularto!

¿Qué significa eso de engañarme como lo ha hecho?".

Estábamos sentados en la biblioteca.

Muchos días frenéticos quedaban atrás.

En la habitación de abajo, John y Mary estaban juntos de nuevo, mientras Alfred Inglethorp y Miss Howard estaban detenidos.

Ahora, por fin, tenía a Poirot para mí solo, y podía aliviar mi todavía ardiente curiosidad.

Poirot no me contestó por un momento, pero finalmente dijo: "No le engañé, mon ami.

A lo sumo, le permití que se engañara usted mismo".

"¿Si, pero por qué?".

"Bueno, es difícil de explicar.

Verá, amigo mío, tiene una naturaleza tan honesta y un semblante tan transparente, que ... enfín, ¡es imposible ocultar sus sentimientos!

Si le hubiera contado mis ideas, la primera vez que hubiera visto a Mr. Alfred Inglethorp, ese astuto caballero, se lo habría, en su dicho tan expresivo, ¡'olido'!

Y entonces, ¡bon jour a nuestras posibilidades de atraparlo!".

''Creo que tengo más diplomacia de la que usted me atribuye''.

''Mi amigo'', dijo Poirot, ''le imploro, ¡no se enfurezca!

Su ayuda ha sido de lo más valiosa''.

Fue solo el carácter extremamente precioso que tiene lo que me hizo detener''.

''Bueno'', me quejé, un poco apaciguado.

''Aún pienso que me podría haber dado una pista''.

''Pero lo hice, mi amigo.

Muchas pistas.

Usted no quiso tomarlas.

Ahora piense, ¿dije una vez que creyera que John Cavendish era culpable?

¿No le dije, al contrario, que ciertamente sería absuelto?"

''Sí, pero...''.

"¿Y no hablé inmediatamente después de la dificultad de llevar al asesino ante la justicia?

¿No estaba claro para usted que estaba hablando de dos personas completamente diferentes?".

"No", dije, "¡no estaba claro para mí!".

"Por otra parte", continuó Poirot, "al principio, ¿no le repetí varias veces que no quería que arrestaran al Sr. Inglethorp entonces?

Eso debería haberle transmitido algo".

"¿Quiere decir que ya sospechaba de él desde entonces?".

"Sí. Para empezar, quienquiera que se beneficiase de la muerte de Mrs.Inglethorp, su esposo se beneficiaría más.

No se puede obviar eso.

Cuando fui a Styles con usted el primer día, no tenía idea de cómo se había cometido el crimen, pero por lo que sabía de Mr.Inglethorp, creí que sería muy difícil encontrar algo que lo relacionara con eso.

Cuando llegué al château, enseguida me di cuenta de que era Mrs.Inglethorp quien había quemado el testamento; y ahí, por cierto, no puede quejarse, amigo mío, porque hice todo lo posible para que viera el significado del fuego de esa habitación en pleno verano".

"Sí, sí", dije con impaciencia. "Continúe".

"Bueno, amigo mío, como digo, mi punto de vista sobre la culpabilidad del Sr. Inglethorp se alteró mucho.

De hecho, había tantas pruebas contra él que me incliné a creer que no lo había hecho".

''¿Cuándo ha cambiado su opinión?''.

''Cuando me dí cuenta de que cuantos más esfuerzos hacía yo para absolverlo, más esfuerzos hacía para ser detenido.

Después, una vez que descubrí que Inglethorp no tenía nada que ver con Mrs.Raikes y que de hecho era John Cavendish quien estaba interesado en esa parte, estaba muy seguro...''.

''¿Pero por qué?''.

''Simplemente esto. Si hubiera sido Inglethorp quien mantenía una relación con la Sra. Raikes, su silencio era totalmente comprensible.

Pero cuando descubrí que todo el pueblo sabía que era John quien se sentía atraido por la esposa guapa del granjero, su silencio tuvo un sentido muy diferente.

Era tonto simular que tenía miedo de un escándalo, cuando ningún escándalo podía ser relacionado con él.

Esta actitud suya me hizo pensar frenéticamente, y fui lentamente forzado a concluir que Alfred Inglethorp quisiera ser detenido.

¡Eh bien! desde ese momento, también estuve determinado a que no fuera detenido''.

''Espere un minuto. ¿No veo porque él quería ser detenido?''.

"Porque, mon ami, es la ley de su país que un hombre, una vez absuelto, nunca más puede ser juzgado por la misma ofensa.

¡Ajá!, pero era inteligente, ¡su idea!

Ciertamente, es un hombre metódico.

Vea esto, él sabía que en su posición estaba destinado a que sospecharan de él, así que concibió la idea sumamente inteligente de preparar muchas pruebas fabricadas contra sí mismo.

Deseaba que lo arrestaran.

Entonces mostraría su coartada... y, ¡abracadabra, estaba a salvo para toda la vida!".

"Pero todavía no veo cómo se las arreglaría para probar su coartada y sin embargo, ir a la farmacia".

Poirot me miró sorprendido.

"¿Es posible? ¡Mi pobre amigo! ¿Todavía no se ha dado cuenta de que fue Miss Howard quien fue a la farmacia?".

"¿Miss Howard?".

"Pero, sin duda. ¿Quién si no? Era más fácil para ella. Es bastante alta, su voz es profunda y masculina; además, recuerde, ella e Inglethorp son primos, y hay un marcado parecido entre ellos, especialmente en su forma de andar y sus modales.

Era la simplicidad misma.

¡Son una pareja aguda!".

"Todavía estoy un poco desorientado sobre cómo se hizo el asunto del bromuro exactamente", señalé.

"¡Bon!". Lo reconstruiré para usted en la medida que pueda.

Me inclino a pensar que Miss Howard fue el cerebro del asunto.

¿Recuerda que una vez mencionó que su padre era médico?

Posiblemente ella dispensaba sus medicamentos, o puede haber tomado la idea de uno de los muchos libros que se encontraban por ahí cuando Mademoiselle Cynthia estudiaba para su examen.

De todos modos, estaba familiarizada con el hecho de que la adición de bromuro a una mezcla que contuviera estricnina causaría la precipitación de esta última.

Probablemente la idea le vino de repente.

Mrs. Inglethorp tenía una caja de polvos de bromuro, que tomaba por la noche, ocasionalmente.

¿Qué podría ser más fácil que discretamente disolver algunos de esos polvos en el frasco de medicina grande de Mrs. Inglethorp cuando llegó de Coot?

El riesgo es prácticamente nulo.

La tragedia no tendrá lugar hasta casi quince días después.

Si alguien ha visto a alguno de ellos tocando el medicamento, ya lo habrá olvidado.

La señorita Howard habrá tramado su pelea y se habrá ido de la casa.

El lapso de tiempo, y su ausencia, vencerían toda sospecha.

¡Sí, fue una idea inteligente! Si lo hubieran dejado así, es posible que el crimen nunca se les hubiera atribuido.

Pero no estaban satisfechos.

Intentaron pasarse de listos, y esa fue su perdición".

Poirot dio una calada a su fino cigarrillo, con los ojos fijos en el techo.

"Tramaron un plan para arrojar las sospechas sobre John Cavendish, comprando estricnina en la farmacia del pueblo y firmando el registro con su letra.

"El lunes Mrs.Inglethorp tomaría la última dosis de su medicina.

Entonces el lunes, a las seis, Alfred Inglethorp se las arregla para ser visto por varias personas en un lugar alejado del pueblo.

Miss Howard previamente inventó un cuento chino acerca de él y la Sra. Raikes para explicar su silencio ulterior.

A las seis, Miss Howard, disfrazada como Alfred Inglethorp, entra en la farmacia, con su historia acerca de un perro, obtiene la estricnina y escribe el nombre de Alfred Inglethorp con la letra de John, que había estudiado cuidadosamente antes.

''Pero, como no sería suficiente si John también podía aportar una coartada, ella le escribe una nota anónima...todavía copiando su letra...que le envia a un lugar remoto donde sería muy difícil que alguien pudiera verlo.

''Hasta este punto, todo sale bien.

Miss Howard se vuelve a Middlingham.

Afred Inglethorp regresa a Styles.

No hay nada que pueda comprometerle de ninguna manera, ya que es Miss Howard quien tiene la estricnina, que, después de todo, solo se quería como tapadera para arrojar sospechas sobre John Cavendish.

"Pero entonces se produce un contratiempo.

Mrs. Inglethorp no toma su medicina esa noche.

La campana rota, la ausencia de Cynthia, arreglada por Inglethorp a través de su esposa, todo esto se desperdicia.

Y entonces, él comete su desliz.

"Mrs. Inglethorp está fuera, y él se sienta a escribir a su cómplice, quien, según él, puede estar presa del pánico ante el fracaso de su plan.
Es probable que Mrs.Inglethorp regresara antes de lo que esperaba.

Atrapado en el acto, y algo agitado, apresuradamente cierra con llave su escritorio.

Teme que, si permanece en la habitación, tenga que abrirlo de nuevo, y que Mrs. Inglethorp pueda ver la carta antes de que él la pueda capturar.

Así que sale y pasea por el bosque, pensando que Mrs Inglethorp abrirá su escritorio y descubrirá el documento incriminatorio.

"Pero esto, como sabemos, es lo que sucedió.

Mrs. Inglethorp lo lee, y se da cuenta de la perfidia de su esposo y Evelyn Howard, aunque, desafortunadamente, la frase sobre los bromuros no transmite la alarma a su mente.

Sabe que está en peligro, pero ignora dónde está el peligro.

Decide no decirle nada a su esposo, pero se sienta y escribe a su abogado, pidiéndole que venga al día siguiente, y también determina destruir inmediatamente el testamento que acaba de hacer.

Ella guarda la carta fatal".

"¿Entonces fue para descubrir esa carta, por lo que su marido forzó la cerradura de la caja de documentos?".

"Sí, y por el enorme riesgo que corrió podemos ver hasta qué punto se daba cuenta de su importancia.

Exceptuada esa carta, no había absolutamente nada que lo relacionara con el crimen".

''Hay solo una cosa que no puedo explicarme, ¿por qué no la destruyó inmediatamente una vez que la obtuvó?''.

''Porque no se atrevió asumir el riesgo más grande...el de llevárselo consigo''.

''No entiendo''.

''Mire la cuestión desde su perspectiva.

Descubrí que solo hubo cinco pequeños minutos en los cuales él pudo tomarla...los cinco minutos inmediatamente antes de nuestra llegada a la escena, porque antes de ese momento, Annie estaba barriendo las escaleras, y habría visto a cualquiera yéndo al ala derecha.

¡Imagínese usted mismo la escena!

Él entra en la habitación, desbloqueando la puerta con una de las otras llaves...todas eran muy parecidas.

Se apresura hacia la caja de documentos ...está cerrada...y no puede ver las llaves.

Esto es un gran golpe para él, porque significa que su presencia en la habitación no se puede esconder como había pensado.

Pero ve con claridad que debe arriesgar lo todo para conseguir esa prueba irrefutable.

Rapidamente, fuerza la cerradura con una navaja y revuelve los papeles hasta que encuentra lo que busca.

"Pero ahora surge un nuevo dilema: no se atreve a guardar consigo ese pedazo de papel.

Puede ser visto saliendo de la habitación, puede ser registrado.

Si le encuentran el papel consigo, la perdición es segura.

Probablemente, en este momento, también, escuche los sonidos de abajo del Sr. Wells y John saliendo del tocador.

Debe actuar con rapidez.

¿Dónde puede esconder este terrible trozo de papel? El contenido de la papelera se guarda y, en cualquier caso, es seguro que se examinará.

No hay medios para destruirlo; y no se atreve a conservarlo. Mira a su alrededor y ve: ¿qué cree, mon ami?".

Negué con la cabeza.

"En un momento, ha roto la carta en tiras largas y delgadas y las enrolla como mechas, las coloca apresuradamente entre las otras mechas del jarrón de encima de la repisa de la chimenea".

Lancé una exclamación.

"Nadie pensaría en mirar allí", continuó Poirot. Y podría, con tranquilidad, volver y destruir esta única pieza de evidencia en su contra".

"¿Entonces, estuvo todo el tiempo en el jarrón de las mechas en la habitación de Mrs Inglethorp, delante de nuestras narices?", exclamé.

Poirot asintió.

"Sí, amigo mío. Ahí es donde descubrí mi 'último eslabón', y le debo a usted ese descubrimiento tan afortunado".

“¿A mí?".

"Sí. ¿Recuerda que me dijo que mi mano temblaba cuando estaba colocando los ornamentos de la chimenea?".

"Sí, pero yo no veo...".

"No, pero yo vi.

Sabe, mi amigo, recordé que temprano en la mañana, cuando fuimos allí juntos, había ordenado todos los objetos de la repisa.

Y, si habían sido ordenados ya, no habría sido necesario ordenarlos otra vez, a menos que, en el interín, alguien los había tocado''.

''¡Dios mios!'' susurré, '' entonces esa es la explicación se su comportamiento extraordinario.

Usted se apresuró a Styles, ¿y lo encontró aún allí?''.

''Sí, y fue una carrera contra el tiempo''.

''Pero aún no puedo entender porque Inglethorp fue tan tonto de dejarlo allí cuando él tuvo muchas oportunidades para destruírlo''.

''Ah, pero no tuvo ninguna oportunidad.

Me encargué de eso''.

''¿Usted?".

''Sí. ¿Se acuerda de haberme reprobado por confiar el tema a toda la gente de la casa?".

''Sí''.

''Bueno, mi amigo, vi que solo había una oportunidad.

Entonces no estaba seguro de si Inglethorp era el criminal o no, pero si lo era, razoné que no tendría el papel con él, sino que lo habría escondido en alguna parte, y al conseguir la simpatía de toda la casa, podría evitar eficazmente su destrucción.

Ya estaba bajo sospecha y, al hacer público el asunto, conseguí los servicios de unos diez detectives aficionados, que lo estarían observando sin cesar, y consciente de su vigilancia, no se atrevería a seguir buscando el documento para destruirlo.

Por lo tanto, se vio obligado a abandonar la casa, dejándola en el jarrón de las mechas".

"Pero seguramente Miss Howard tuvo muchas oportunidades de ayudarlo".

"Sí, pero Miss Howard no sabía la existencia del documento.

De acuerdo con su plan preestablecido, ella nunca habló con Alfred Inglethorp.

Se suponía que eran enemigos mortales, y hasta que John Cavendish fuera declarado culpable, ninguno de ellos se atrevió a arriesgarse a un encuentro.

Por supuesto, mantuve la vigilancia de Mr Inglethorp, esperando que tarde o temprano me llevara al escondite.

Pero fue demasiado listo para arriesgarse.

El papel estaba seguro donde estaba; como nadie había pensado mirar allí durante la primera semana, era poco probable que lo hicieran después.

Sin su observación afortunada, es posible que nunca lo habríamos podido someter a la justicia''.

''Ahora lo entiendo; ¿pero cuando empezó sospechar de la Srta. Howard?''.

''Cuando descubrí que ella había mentido en la indagación acerca de la carta que había recibido de la Sra. Inglethorp''.

''¿Por qué, sobre qué mintió?".

''¿Usted vio la carta?' ¿Se acuerda de su aspecto general?

''Sí...más o menos''.

"Recordará, entonces, que Mrs Inglethorp escribía de una manera muy distintiva y dejaba grandes espacios en blanco entre palabras.

Pero si observa la fecha en la parte superior de la carta, notará que el '17 de julio' es bastante diferente a este respecto.

¿Ve lo que quiero decir?".

"No", confesé, "no lo veo".

"¿No ve que esa carta no fue escrita el 17, sino el 7, el día después de la partida de la Srta. Howard?

El '1' se escribió delante del '7' para convertirlo en '17' ".

"¿Pero por qué?".

"Eso es exactamente lo que yo me pregunté.

¿Por qué la señorita Howard suprime la carta escrita el 17 y presenta esta falsa en su lugar?

Porque no quería mostrar la carta del 17.

¿Por qué, otra vez?

Y enseguida surgió una sospecha en mi mente.

Recordará que dije que era juicioso tener cuidado con las personas que no te decían la verdad".

"Y sin embargo, "exclamé indignado, "después de eso, ¡me dió dos razones por las que la señorita Howard no podía haber cometido el crimen!".

"Y además muy buenas razones", replicó Poirot. "Por un largo tiempo fueron un obstáculo para mí, hasta que recordé un hecho muy significativo: que ella y Alfred Inglethorp eran primos.

Ella no pudo haber cometido el crimen sin ayuda, pero las razones contra eso no impiden que hubiera sido cómplice.

¡Y, además, estaba ese odio suyo demasiado vehemente!

Ocultaba una emoción muy contraria.

Había, sin duda, un lazo de pasión entre ellos mucho antes de que él viniera a Styles.

Ellos habían organizado ya su trama infame –que él se casaría con esta anciana dama rica, pero más bien tonta, la induciría a hacer un testamento dejándole a él su dinero, y entonces conseguirían su objetivo por medio de un crimen inteligentemente concebido.

Si todo hubiera ido como ellos planeaban, probablemente habrían abandonado Inglaterra, y vivido juntos del dinero de su pobre víctima.

"Son una pareja muy astuta y sin escrúpulos.

Mientras la sospecha estaría dirigida contra él. ella estaría haciendo tranquilamente los preparativos para un desenlace muy diferente.

Ella llega de Middlingham con todos los objetos comprometedores en su posesión.

Ninguna sospecha recae sobre ella.

Nadie presta atención a sus entradas y salidas de la casa.

Esconde la estricnina y los vasos en la habitación de John.

Pone la barba en el ático. Ella se encargará de que tarde o temprano sean debidamente descubiertos".

"No acabo de ver por qué tratan de echarle la culpa a John", observé.

"Habría sido mucho más fácil para ellos achacarle el crimen a Lawrence".

"Sí, pero eso era mera casualidad.

Todas las pruebas contra él surgieron por puro azar.

Sin lugar a dudas tuvo que haber sido claramente molesto para el par de maquinadores".

"Su comportamiento fue desafortunado", observé pensativamente.

"Sí. ¡Por supuesto, se da cuenta de lo que hay detrás de eso!".

"No".

"¿No entendió usted que él creía que Mademoiselle Cynthia era culpable del crimen?".

''No'', exclamé sorprendido. ''¡Imposible!''.

''Para nada. Yo mismo casi tuvé la misma idea. Estaba en mi mente cuando pregunté al Sr.Wells esa primera cuestión sobre el testamento.

Y había el polvo de bromuro que había hecho, y sus inteligentes imitaciones de masculinas, como Dorcas nos contó.

Realmente había casi más evidencia contra ella que contra cualquier otro''.

''¡Es una broma, Poirot¡''

''No. ¿Quiere que le diga lo que hizo a Monsieur Lawrence ponerse tan pálido cuando entró en la habitación de su madre, esta noche fatal?

Era porque, mientras su madre yacía allí, obviamente envenenada, él vio, sobre su hombro, que el cerrojo de la puerta de la habitación de Mademoiselle Cynthia estaba abierto.

'¡Pero él declaró que estaba cerrado!'', exclamé.

''Exactamente'', dijo Poirot, secamente. ''Y eso era lo que confirmó mi sospecha de que no era.

Él estaba protegiendo a Mademoiselle Cynthia''.

"¿Pero por qué debería protegerla?".

"Porque está enamorado de ella".

Me reí.

"¡Ahí, Poirot, está usted muy equivocado! Resulta que sé a ciencia cierta, que lejos de estar enamorado de ella, no le gusta nada".

"¿Quién le dijo eso, mon ami?".

"La misma Cynthia".

"¡La pauvre petite! ¿Y estaba preocupada?".

"Ella dijo que no le importaba en absoluto".

"Entonces seguro que le importaba mucho", comentó Poirot. "¡Son así, les femmes!".

"Lo que dice de Lawrence es una gran sorpresa para mí", dije.

"¿Pero por qué? Era de lo más obvio.

¿Monsieur Lawrence no ponía mala cara cada vez que Mademoiselle Cynthia hablaba y se reía con su hermano?

Se le había metido en su larga cabeza que Mademoiselle Cynthia estaba enamorada de Monsieur John.

Cuando entró en la habitación de su madre y la vio obviamente envenenada, llegó a la conclusión de que Mademoiselle Cynthia sabía algo sobre el asunto.

Estaba casi desesperado.

Primero, aplastó la taza de café hasta que la pulverizó con sus pies, recordando que ella había subido con su madre la noche anterior y determinó que no debía haber ninguna posibilidad de analizar su contenido.

A partir de entonces, enérgica e inútilmente, defendió la teoría de la 'muerte por causas naturales' ".

"¿Y qué hay de la 'taza de café extra'?".

"Estaba casi seguro de que fue la señora Cavendish quien la había escondido, pero tenía que asegurarme.

Monsieur Lawrence no sabía en absoluto lo que yo quería decir; pero, reflexionando, llegó a la conclusión de que si pudiera encontrar una taza de café extra en algún sitio su amada estaría libre de sospecha.

Y estaba perfectamente en lo cierto".

"Una cosa más. ¿Qué quiso decir la Sra. Inglethorp con sus últimas palabras?".

"Eran, por supuesto, una acusación contra su marido".

"¡Vaya, Poirot!", dije con un suspiro, "creo que lo ha explicado todo.

Estoy contento de que todo haya acabado tan felizmente.

Incluso John y su mujer se han reconciliado".

"Gracias a mí".

"¿Qué quiere decir, gracias a usted?"

''Querido amigo,¿ no se da cuenta que era simplemente y solo el juicio lo que los unió otra vez?

Estaba convencido que John Cavendish aún amaba a su mujer.

También, que ella estaba igualmente enamorada de él. Pero que se habían distanciado mucho.

Todo vino de un malentendido.

Ella se casó con él sin amor.

Él lo sabía. Es un hombre sensible en su manera, no quería imponerse a ella si ella no lo quería.

Y, como él se alejó, el amor de ella se despertó.

Pero los dos son excepcionalmente orgullosos, y su orgullo los mantuvo aparte de manera inexorable.

Él se involucró en un enredo con la Sra. Raikes, y ella cultivó deliberadamente la amistad del Dr. Bauerstein.

¿Recuerda el día del arresto de John Cavendish, cuando me encontró deliberando sobre una gran decisión?".

"Sí, comprendí muy bien su angustia".

"Perdóneme, mon ami, pero no lo entendió en lo más mínimo.

Estaba tratando de decidir si debería dejar clara la inocencia de John Cavendish de inmediato o no.

Podía haberlo demostrado inocente –sin embargo esto podría haber significado la imposibilidad de condenar a los auténticos criminales.

Ellos estaban por completo en la oscuridad, lo mismo que mi verdadera posición, hasta el último momento –lo que parcialmente explica mi éxito".

"¿Quiere usted decir que podría haber salvado a John Cavendish de haber sido llevado a juicio?".

"Sí, amigo mío. Pero finalmente me decidí a favor de 'la felicidad de una mujer'.

Nada más que el gran peligro por el que han pasado podría haber unido de nuevo a esas dos almas orgullosas".

Miré a Poirot en silencioso asombro. ¡El descaro colosal del hombrecito! ¡Quién, en la tierra, habría pensado utilizar un juicio por asesinato para restablecer la felicidad conyugal, sino Poirot!

''Percibo sus pensamientos, mon ami'', dijo Poirot, sonriéndome.

''¡Nadie, sino Hercule Poirot, habría probado tal cosa! Y usted se equivoca en condenarlo.

La felicidad de un hombre y una mujer es la cosa más grande en todo el mondo''.

Sus palabras me llevaron de vuelta a eventos anteriores.

Me acordé de Mary, cuando yacía blanca y agotada en el sofá, escuchando, escuchando. Se había oído el sonido de la campana de abajo.

Ella había saltado. Poirot había abierto la puerta, y encontrando sus ojos agonizantes, había asentido suavemente con la cabeza.

''Sí, madame'', dijo. ''Lo trajé de regreso a usted''. .
Él se había puesto a un lado y cuando salía había visto la mirada en los ojos de Mary mientras John Cavendish cogía a su esposa en sus brazos.

''Quizás tiene razón, Poirot'', dije suavemente. ''Sí, es la cosa más grande del mundo''.

De repente, hubo un golpe en la puerta y Cynthia se asomó.

"Yo... yo solo...".

"Entre", dije, saltando del asiento.

Ella entró, pero no se sentó.

"Yo... solo quería decirles una cosa...".

"¿Sí?".

Cynthia jugueteó inquieta con una pequeña borla por unos momentos, luego, exclamó de repente: "¡Amigos!", me besó primero a mí y después a Poirot y salió disparada de la habitación otra vez.

"¿Qué demonios significa esto?", Pregunté sorprendido.

Era muy agradable que Cynthia me diera un beso, pero la publicidad del saludo estropeó bastante el placer.

"Significa que ha descubierto que no le disgusta a Monsieur Lawrence tanto como ella pensaba", replicó Poirot filosóficamente.

"Pero...".

"Aquí está él".

En ese momento entró Lawrence por la puerta.

"¡Eh! Monsieur Lawrence", llamó Poirot. "Debemos felicitarte, ¿no es así?".

Lawrence se sonrojó, y luego sonrió torpemente.

Un hombre enamorado es un espectáculo lamentable. Ahora bien, Cynthia se veía encantadora.

Suspiré.

"¿Qué pasa, mon ami?".

"Nada", dije con tristeza. "¡Son dos mujeres encantadoras!".

"¿Y ninguna de las dos es para usted?", terminó Poirot.

"No se preocupe. Consuélese, amigo mío. Podemos investigar juntos otra vez, ¿quién sabe? Y entonces...".

FIN
unit 1
POIROT EXPLAINS.
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unit 2
"Poirot, you old villain," I said, "I've half a mind to strangle you!
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 3
What do you mean by deceiving me as you have done?".
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unit 4
We were sitting in the library.
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unit 5
Several hectic days lay behind us.
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unit 7
Now at last, I had Poirot to myself, and could relieve my still burning curiosity.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 9
At most, I permitted you to deceive yourself.".
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unit 10
"Yes, but why?"
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 11
"Well, it is difficult to explain.
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unit 14
And then, bon jour to our chances of catching him!".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 15
"I think that I have more diplomacy than you give me credit for.".
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unit 16
"My friend," besought Poirot, "I implore you, do not enrage yourself!
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unit 17
Your help has been of the most invaluable.
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 18
It is but the extremely beautiful nature that you have, which made me pause.".
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unit 19
"Well," I grumbled, a little mollified.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 20
"I still think you might have given me a hint.".
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 21
"But I did, my friend.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 22
Several hints.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 23
You would not take them.
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 24
Think now, did I ever say to you that I believed John Cavendish guilty?
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 25
Did I not, on the contrary, tell you that he would almost certainly be acquitted?"
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unit 26
"Yes, but——".
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 28
Was it not plain to you that I was speaking of two entirely different persons?".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 29
"No," I said, "it was not plain to me!"
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 31
That should have conveyed something to you.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 32
"Do you mean to say you suspected him as long ago as that?".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 33
"Yes.
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unit 35
There was no getting away from that.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 38
"Yes, yes," I said impatiently.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 39
"Go on.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 40
unit 42
"When did you change your mind?".
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 45
"But why?".
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 46
"Simply this.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 51
Eh bien!
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 52
from that moment, I was equally determined that he should not be arrested.".
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 53
"Wait a minute.
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 54
I don't see why he wished to be arrested?"
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 56
Aha!
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 57
but it was clever—his idea!
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 58
Assuredly, he is a man of method.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 60
He wished to be arrested.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 61
unit 63
Poirot stared at me in surprise.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 64
"Is it possible?
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 65
My poor friend!
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 66
You have not yet realized that it was Miss Howard who went to the chemist's shop?".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 67
"Miss Howard?".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 68
"But, certainly.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 69
Who else?
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 70
It was most easy for her.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 72
It was simplicity itself.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 73
They are a clever pair!".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 74
unit 75
"Bon!
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 76
I will reconstruct for you as far as possible.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 77
I am inclined to think that Miss Howard was the master mind in that affair.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 78
You remember her once mentioning that her father was a doctor?
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 81
Probably the idea came to her quite suddenly.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 82
Mrs. Inglethorp had a box of bromide powders, which she occasionally took at night.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 84
The risk is practically nil.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 85
The tragedy will not take place until nearly a fortnight later.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 87
Miss Howard will have engineered her quarrel, and departed from the house.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 88
The lapse of time, and her absence, will defeat all suspicion.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 89
Yes, it was a clever idea!
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 91
But they were not satisfied.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 92
They tried to be too clever—and that was their undoing.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 93
Poirot puffed at his tiny cigarette, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 95
"On Monday Mrs.Inglethorp will take the last dose of her medicine.
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 100
"So far, all goes well.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 101
Miss Howard goes back to Middlingham.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 102
Alfred Inglethorp returns to Styles.
3 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 104
"But now a hitch occurs.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 105
Mrs.Inglethorp does not take her medicine that night.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 107
And then—he makes his slip.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 109
It is probable that Mrs.Inglethorp returned earlier than he expected.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 110
Caught in the act, and somewhat flurried he hastily shuts and locks his desk.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 113
"But this, as we know, is what happened.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 115
She knows that she is in danger—but is ignorant of where the danger lies.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 117
She keeps the fatal letter.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 119
unit 120
That letter excepted, there was absolutely nothing to connect him with the crime.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 123
"I don't understand."
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 124
"Look at it from his point of view.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 126
Figure to yourself the scene!
3 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 128
He hurries to the despatch-case—it is locked, and the keys are nowhere to be seen.
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 132
"But now a fresh dilemma arises: he dare not keep that piece of paper on him.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 133
He may be seen leaving the room—he may be searched.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 134
If the paper is found on him, it is certain doom.
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 136
He must act quickly.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 137
Where can he hide this terrible slip of paper?
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 138
unit 139
There are no means of destroying it; and he dare not keep it.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 140
He looks round, and he sees—what do you think, mon ami?".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 141
I shook my head.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 143
I uttered an exclamation.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 144
"No one would think of looking there," Poirot continued.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 147
I cried.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 148
Poirot nodded.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 149
"Yes, my friend.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 151
"To me?".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 152
"Yes.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 154
"Yes, but I don't see——".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 155
"No, but I saw.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 158
"Dear me," I murmured, "so that is the explanation of your extraordinary behaviour.
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 159
You rushed down to Styles, and found it still there?".
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 160
"Yes, and it was a race for time.".
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 162
"Ah, but he had no opportunity.
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 163
I saw to that."
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 164
"You?".
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 165
"Yes.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 166
unit 167
"Yes.".
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 168
"Well, my friend, I saw there was just one chance.
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 171
He was therefore forced to depart from the house, leaving it in the spill vase.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 172
"But surely Miss Howard had ample opportunities of aiding him."
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 173
"Yes, but Miss Howard did not know of the paper's existence.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 174
In accordance with their prearranged plan, she never spoke to Alfred Inglethorp.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 177
But he was too clever to take any chances.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 179
But for your lucky remark, we might never have been able to bring him to justice.".
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 180
"I understand that now; but when did you first begin to suspect Miss Howard?"
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 182
"Why, what was there to lie about?"
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 183
"You saw that letter?
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 184
Do you recall its general appearance?".
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 185
"Yes—more or less."
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 188
Do you see what I mean?".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 189
"No," I confessed, "I don't.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 191
The '1' was written in before the '7' to turn it into the '17th'."
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 192
"But why?".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 193
"That is exactly what I asked myself.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 195
Because she did not wish to show the letter of the 17th.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 196
Why, again?
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 197
And at once a suspicion dawned in my mind.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 2 months ago
unit 200
"And very good reasons too," replied Poirot.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 203
And, then, there was that rather over-vehement hatred of hers!
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 204
It concealed a very opposite emotion.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 205
There was, undoubtedly, a tie of passion between them long before he came to Styles.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 208
"They are a very astute and unscrupulous pair.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 210
She arrives from Middlingham with all the compromising items in her possession.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 211
No suspicion attaches to her.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 212
No notice is paid to her coming and going in the house.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 213
She hides the strychnine and glasses in John's room.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 214
She puts the beard in the attic.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 215
She will see to it that sooner or later they are duly discovered."
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 216
"I don't quite see why they tried to fix the blame on John," I remarked.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 217
"It would have been much easier for them to bring the crime home to Lawrence.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 218
"Yes, but that was mere chance.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 219
All the evidence against him arose out of pure accident.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 220
It must, in fact, have been distinctly annoying to the pair of schemers."
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 221
"His manner was unfortunate," I observed thoughtfully.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 222
"Yes.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 223
You realize, of course, what was at the back of that?"
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 224
"No.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 225
"You did not understand that he believed Mademoiselle Cynthia guilty of the crime?".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 226
"No," I exclaimed, astonished.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 227
"Impossible!".
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 228
"Not at all.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 229
I myself nearly had the same idea.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 230
It was in my mind when I asked Mr.Wells that first question about the will.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 232
There was really more evidence against her than anyone else.".
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 233
"You are joking, Poirot!".
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 234
"No.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 237
"But he declared that he saw it bolted!"
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 238
I cried.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 239
"Exactly," said Poirot dryly.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 240
"And that was just what confirmed my suspicion that it was not.
2 Translations, 0 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 241
He was shielding Mademoiselle Cynthia.".
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 242
"But why should he shield her?".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 243
"Because he is in love with her."
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 244
I laughed.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 245
"There, Poirot, you are quite wrong!
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 246
I happen to know for a fact that, far from being in love with her, he positively dislikes her.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 247
"Who told you that, mon ami?".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 248
"Cynthia herself.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 249
"La pauvre petite!
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 250
And she was concerned?".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 251
"She said that she did not mind at all.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 252
"Then she certainly did mind very much," remarked Poirot.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 253
"They are like that—les femmes!".
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 254
"What you say about Lawrence is a great surprise to me," I said.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 255
"But why?
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 256
It was most obvious.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 258
He had taken it into his long head that Mademoiselle Cynthia was in love with Monsieur John.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 260
He was nearly driven desperate.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 262
unit 263
"And what about the 'extra coffee-cup'?".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 264
"I was fairly certain that it was Mrs. Cavendish who had hidden it, but I had to make sure.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 4 weeks ago
unit 266
And he was perfectly right.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 267
"One thing more.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 268
What did Mrs.Inglethorp mean by her dying words?"
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 269
"They were, of course, an accusation against her husband.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 270
"Dear me, Poirot," I said with a sigh, "I think you have explained everything.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 271
I am glad it has all ended so happily.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 272
Even John and his wife are reconciled."
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 273
"Thanks to me.".
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 274
"How do you mean—thanks to you?"
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 276
That John Cavendish still loved his wife, I was convinced.
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 277
Also, that she was equally in love with him.
3 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 278
But they had drifted very far apart.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 279
It all arose from a misunderstanding.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 280
She married him without love.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 281
He knew it.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 282
He is a sensitive man in his way, he would not force himself upon her if she did not want him.
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 283
And, as he withdrew, her love awoke.
2 Translations, 3 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 284
But they are both unusually proud, and their pride held them inexorably apart.
2 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 286
unit 287
"Yes, I quite understood your distress."
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 288
"Pardon me, mon ami, but you did not understand it in the least.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 289
I was trying to decide whether or not I would clear John Cavendish at once.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 290
I could have cleared him—though it might have meant a failure to convict the real criminals.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 292
"Do you mean that you could have saved John Cavendish from being brought to trial?"
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 293
"Yes, my friend.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 294
But I eventually decided in favour of 'a woman's happiness'.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 296
I looked at Poirot in silent amazement.
1 Translations, 1 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 297
The colossal cheek of the little man!
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 298
unit 299
"I perceive your thoughts, mon ami," said Poirot, smiling at me.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 300
"No one but Hercule Poirot would have attempted such a thing!
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 301
And you are wrong in condemning it.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 302
The happiness of one man and one woman is the greatest thing in all the world.".
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 303
His words took me back to earlier events.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 304
I remembered Mary as she lay white and exhausted on the sofa, listening, listening.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 305
There had come the sound of the bell below.
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 306
She had started up.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 307
Poirot had opened the door, and meeting her agonized eyes had nodded gently.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 308
"Yes, madame," he said.
1 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 309
"I have brought him back to you."
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unit 310
.
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unit 312
"Perhaps you are right, Poirot," I said gently.
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 313
"Yes, it is the greatest thing in the world.".
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 314
Suddenly, there was a tap at the door, and Cynthia peeped in.
2 Translations, 2 Upvotes, Last Activity 1 month, 3 weeks ago
unit 315
"I—I only——".
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unit 316
"Come in," I said, springing up.
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She came in, but did not sit down.
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"I—only wanted to tell you something——".
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"Yes?".
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Cynthia fidgeted with a little tassel for some moments, then, suddenly exclaiming: "You dears!"
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kissed first me and then Poirot, and rushed out of the room again.
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"What on earth does this mean?"
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I asked, surprised.
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"But——".
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"Here he is.".
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Lawrence at that moment passed the door.
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"Eh!
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Monsieur Lawrence," called Poirot.
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"We must congratulate you, is it not so?".
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Lawrence blushed, and then smiled awkwardly.
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A man in love is a sorry spectacle.
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Now Cynthia had looked charming.
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I sighed.
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"What is it, mon ami?"
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"Nothing," I said sadly.
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"They are two delightful women!".
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"And neither of them is for you?"
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finished Poirot.
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"Never mind.
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Console yourself, my friend.
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We may hunt together again, who knows?
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And then——".
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THE END
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POIROT EXPLAINS.

"Poirot, you old villain," I said, "I've half a mind to strangle you!

What do you mean by deceiving me as you have done?".

We were sitting in the library.

Several hectic days lay behind us.

In the room below, John and Mary were together once more, while Alfred Inglethorp and Miss Howard were in custody.

Now at last, I had Poirot to myself, and could relieve my still burning curiosity.

Poirot did not answer me for a moment, but at last he said:

"I did not deceive you, mon ami.

At most, I permitted you to deceive yourself.".

"Yes, but why?"

"Well, it is difficult to explain.

You see, my friend, you have a nature so honest, and a countenance so transparent, that—enfin, to conceal your feelings is impossible!

If I had told you my ideas, the very first time you saw Mr.Alfred Inglethorp that astute gentleman would have—in your so expressive idiom—'smelt a rat'!

And then, bon jour to our chances of catching him!".

"I think that I have more diplomacy than you give me credit for.".

"My friend," besought Poirot, "I implore you, do not enrage yourself!

Your help has been of the most invaluable.

It is but the extremely beautiful nature that you have, which made me pause.".

"Well," I grumbled, a little mollified.

"I still think you might have given me a hint.".

"But I did, my friend.

Several hints.

You would not take them.

Think now, did I ever say to you that I believed John Cavendish guilty?

Did I not, on the contrary, tell you that he would almost certainly be acquitted?"

"Yes, but——".

"And did I not immediately afterwards speak of the difficulty of bringing the murderer to justice?

Was it not plain to you that I was speaking of two entirely different persons?".

"No," I said, "it was not plain to me!"

"Then again," continued Poirot, "at the beginning, did I not repeat to you several times that I didn't want Mr.Inglethorp arrested now?

That should have conveyed something to you.".

"Do you mean to say you suspected him as long ago as that?".

"Yes. To begin with, whoever else might benefit by Mrs.Inglethorp's death, her husband would benefit the most.

There was no getting away from that.

When I went up to Styles with you that first day, I had no idea as to how the crime had been committed, but from what I knew of Mr.Inglethorp I fancied that it would be very hard to find anything to connect him with it.

When I arrived at the château, I realized at once that it was Mrs.Inglethorp who had burnt the will; and there, by the way, you cannot complain, my friend, for I tried my best to force on you the significance of that bedroom fire in midsummer.".

"Yes, yes," I said impatiently."Go on.".

"Well, my friend, as I say, my views as to Mr.Inglethorp's guilt were very much shaken.

There was, in fact, so much evidence against him that I was inclined to believe that he had not done it.".

"When did you change your mind?".

"When I found that the more efforts I made to clear him, the more efforts he made to get himself arrested.

Then, when I discovered that Inglethorp had nothing to do with Mrs.Raikes and that in fact it was John Cavendish who was interested in that quarter, I was quite sure.".

"But why?".

"Simply this. If it had been Inglethorp who was carrying on an intrigue with
Mrs.Raikes, his silence was perfectly comprehensible.

But, when I discovered that it was known all over the village that it was John who was attracted by the farmer's pretty wife, his silence bore quite a different interpretation.

It was nonsense to pretend that he was afraid of the scandal, as no possible scandal could attach to him.

This attitude of his gave me furiously to think, and I was slowly forced to the conclusion that Alfred Inglethorp wanted to be arrested.

Eh bien! from that moment, I was equally determined that he should not be arrested.".

"Wait a minute. I don't see why he wished to be arrested?"

"Because, mon ami, it is the law of your country that a man once acquitted can never be tried again for the same offence.

Aha! but it was clever—his idea!

Assuredly, he is a man of method.

See here, he knew that in his position he was bound to be suspected, so he conceived the exceedingly clever idea of preparing a lot of manufactured evidence against himself.

He wished to be arrested.

He would then produce his irreproachable alibi—and, hey presto, he was safe for life!".

"But I still don't see how he managed to prove his alibi, and yet go to the chemist's shop?".

Poirot stared at me in surprise.

"Is it possible? My poor friend! You have not yet realized that it was Miss Howard who went to the chemist's shop?".

"Miss Howard?".

"But, certainly. Who else? It was most easy for her. She is of a good height, her voice is deep and manly; moreover, remember, she and Inglethorp are cousins, and there is a distinct resemblance between them, especially in their gait and bearing.

It was simplicity itself.

They are a clever pair!".

"I am still a little fogged as to how exactly the bromide business was done," I remarked.

"Bon! I will reconstruct for you as far as possible.

I am inclined to think that Miss Howard was the master mind in that affair.

You remember her once mentioning that her father was a doctor?

Possibly she dispensed his medicines for him, or she may have taken the idea from one of the many books lying about when Mademoiselle Cynthia was studying for her exam.

Anyway, she was familiar with the fact that the addition of a bromide to a mixture containing strychnine would cause the precipitation of the latter.

Probably the idea came to her quite suddenly.

Mrs. Inglethorp had a box of bromide powders, which she occasionally took at night.

What could be easier than quietly to dissolve one or more of those powders in Mrs. Inglethorp's large sized bottle of medicine when it came from Coot's?

The risk is practically nil.

The tragedy will not take place until nearly a fortnight later.

If anyone has seen either of them touching the medicine, they will have forgotten it by that time.

Miss Howard will have engineered her quarrel, and departed from the house.

The lapse of time, and her absence, will defeat all suspicion.

Yes, it was a clever idea! If they had left it alone, it is possible the crime might never have been brought home to them.

But they were not satisfied.

They tried to be too clever—and that was their undoing.".

Poirot puffed at his tiny cigarette, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"They arranged a plan to throw suspicion on John Cavendish, by buying strychnine at the village chemist's, and signing the register in his hand-writing.

"On Monday Mrs.Inglethorp will take the last dose of her medicine.

On Monday, therefore, at six o'clock, Alfred Inglethorp arranges to be seen by a number of people at a spot far removed from the village.

Miss Howard has previously made up a cock and bull story about him and
Mrs.Raikes to account for his holding his tongue afterwards.

At six o'clock, Miss Howard, disguised as Alfred Inglethorp, enters the chemist's shop, with her story about a dog, obtains the strychnine, and writes the name of Alfred Inglethorp in John's handwriting, which she had previously studied carefully.

"But, as it will never do if John, too, can prove an alibi, she writes him an anonymous note—still copying his hand-writing—which takes him to a remote spot where it is exceedingly unlikely that anyone will see him.

"So far, all goes well.

Miss Howard goes back to Middlingham.

Alfred Inglethorp returns to Styles.

There is nothing that can compromise him in any way, since it is Miss Howard who has the strychnine, which, after all, is only wanted as a blind to throw suspicion on John Cavendish.

"But now a hitch occurs.

Mrs.Inglethorp does not take her medicine that night.

The broken bell, Cynthia's absence— arranged by Inglethorp through his wife—all these are wasted.

And then—he makes his slip.

"Mrs.Inglethorp is out, and he sits down to write to his accomplice, who, he fears, may be in a panic at the nonsuccess of their plan.
It is probable that Mrs.Inglethorp returned earlier than he expected.

Caught in the act, and somewhat flurried he hastily shuts and locks his desk.

He fears that if he remains in the room he may have to open it again, and that Mrs. Inglethorp might catch sight of the letter before he could snatch it up.

So he goes out and walks in the woods, little dreaming that Mrs.Inglethorp will open his desk, and discover the incriminating document.

"But this, as we know, is what happened.

Mrs.Inglethorp reads it, and becomes aware of the perfidy of her husband and Evelyn Howard, though, unfortunately, the sentence about the bromides conveys no warning to her mind.

She knows that she is in danger—but is ignorant of where the danger lies.

She decides to say nothing to her husband, but sits down and writes to her solicitor, asking him to come on the morrow, and she also determines to destroy immediately the will which she has just made.

She keeps the fatal letter.".

"It was to discover that letter, then, that her husband forced the lock of the despatch-case?".

"Yes, and from the enormous risk he ran we can see how fully he realized its importance.

That letter excepted, there was absolutely nothing to connect him with the crime.".

"There's only one thing I can't make out, why didn't he destroy it at once when he got hold of it?"

"Because he did not dare take the biggest risk of all—that of keeping it on his own person.".

"I don't understand."

"Look at it from his point of view.

I have discovered that there were only five short minutes in which he could have taken it—the five minutes immediately before our own arrival on the scene, for before that time Annie was brushing the stairs, and would have seen anyone who passed going to the right wing.

Figure to yourself the scene!

He enters the room, unlocking the door by means means of one of the other doorkeys—they were all much alike.

He hurries to the despatch-case—it is locked, and the keys are nowhere to be seen.

That is a terrible blow to him, for it means that his presence in the room cannot be concealed as he had hoped.

But he sees clearly that everything must be risked for the sake of that damning piece of evidence.

Quickly, he forces the lock with a penknife, and turns over the papers until he finds what he is looking for.

"But now a fresh dilemma arises: he dare not keep that piece of paper on him.

He may be seen leaving the room—he may be searched.

If the paper is found on him, it is certain doom.

Probably, at this minute, too, he hears the sounds below of Mr. Wells and John leaving the boudoir.

He must act quickly.

Where can he hide this terrible slip of paper? The contents of the waste-paper-basket are kept and in any case, are sure to be examined.

There are no means of destroying it; and he dare not keep it. He looks round, and he sees—what do you think, mon ami?".

I shook my head.

"In a moment, he has torn the letter into long thin strips, and rolling them up into spills he thrusts them hurriedly in amongst the other spills in the vase on the mantle-piece.".

I uttered an exclamation.

"No one would think of looking there," Poirot continued. And he will be able, at his leisure, to come back and destroy this solitary piece of evidence against him.".

"Then, all the time, it was in the spill vase in Mrs.Inglethorp's bedroom, under our very noses?" I cried.

Poirot nodded.

"Yes, my friend. That is where I discovered my 'last link,' and I owe that very fortunate discovery to you.".

"To me?".

"Yes. Do you remember telling me that my hand shook as I was straightening the ornaments on the mantel-piece?"

"Yes, but I don't see——".

"No, but I saw.

Do you know, my friend, I remembered that earlier in the morning, when we had been there together, I had straightened all the objects on the mantel-piece.

And, if they were already straightened, there would be no need to straighten them again, unless, in the meantime, some one else had touched them.".

"Dear me," I murmured, "so that is the explanation of your extraordinary behaviour.

You rushed down to Styles, and found it still there?".

"Yes, and it was a race for time.".

"But I still can't understand why Inglethorp was such a fool as to leave it there when he had plenty of opportunity to destroy it.".

"Ah, but he had no opportunity.

I saw to that."

"You?".

"Yes. Do you remember reproving me for taking the household into my confidence on the subject?".

"Yes.".

"Well, my friend, I saw there was just one chance.

I was not sure then if Inglethorp was the criminal or not, but if he was I reasoned that he would not have the paper on him, but would have hidden it somewhere, and by enlisting the sympathy of the household I could effectually prevent his destroying it.

He was already under suspicion, and by making the matter public I secured the services of about ten amateur detectives, who would be watching him unceasingly, and being himself aware of their watchfulness he would not dare seek further to destroy the document.

He was therefore forced to depart from the house, leaving it in the spill vase.".

"But surely Miss Howard had ample opportunities of aiding him."

"Yes, but Miss Howard did not know of the paper's existence.

In accordance with their prearranged plan, she never spoke to Alfred Inglethorp.

They were supposed to be deadly enemies, and until John Cavendish was safely convicted they neither of them dared risk a meeting.

Of course I had a watch kept on
Mr.Inglethorp, hoping that sooner or later he would lead me to the hiding-place.

But he was too clever to take any chances.

The paper was safe where it was; since no one had thought of looking there in the first week, it was not likely they would do so afterwards.

But for your lucky remark, we might never have been able to bring him to justice.".

"I understand that now; but when did you first begin to suspect Miss Howard?"

"When I discovered that she had told a lie at the inquest about the letter she had received from Mrs.Inglethorp."

"Why, what was there to lie about?"

"You saw that letter? Do you recall its general appearance?".

"Yes—more or less."

"You will recollect, then, that Mrs.Inglethorp wrote a very distinctive hand, and left large clear spaces between her words.

But if you look at the date at the top of the letter you will notice that 'July 17th' is quite different in this respect.

Do you see what I mean?".

"No," I confessed, "I don't.".

"You do not see that that letter was not written on the 17th, but on the 7th—the day after Miss Howard's departure?

The '1' was written in before the '7' to turn it into the '17th'."

"But why?".

"That is exactly what I asked myself.

Why does Miss Howard suppress the letter written on the 17th, and produce this faked one instead?

Because she did not wish to show the letter of the 17th.

Why, again?

And at once a suspicion dawned in my mind.

You will remember my saying that it was wise to beware of people who were not telling you the truth.".

"And yet," I cried indignantly, "after that, you gave me two reasons why Miss Howard could not have committed the crime!".

"And very good reasons too," replied Poirot. "For a long time they were a stumbling-block to me until I remembered a very significant fact: that she and Alfred Inglethorp were cousins.

She could not have committed the crime single-handed, but the reasons against that did not debar her from being an accomplice.

And, then, there was that rather over-vehement hatred of hers!

It concealed a very opposite emotion.

There was, undoubtedly, a tie of passion between them long before he came to Styles.

They had already arranged their infamous plot—that he should marry this rich, but rather foolish old lady, induce her to make a will leaving her money to him, and then gain their ends by a very cleverly conceived crime.

If all had gone as they planned, they would probably have left England, and lived together on their poor victim's money.

"They are a very astute and unscrupulous pair.

While suspicion was to be directed against him, she would be making quiet preparations for a very different dénouement.

She arrives from Middlingham with all the compromising items in her possession.

No suspicion attaches to her.

No notice is paid to her coming and going in the house.

She hides the strychnine and glasses in John's room.

She puts the beard in the attic. She will see to it that sooner or later they are duly discovered."

"I don't quite see why they tried to fix the blame on John," I remarked.

"It would have been much easier for them to bring the crime home to Lawrence.".

"Yes, but that was mere chance.

All the evidence against him arose out of pure accident.

It must, in fact, have been distinctly annoying to the pair of schemers."

"His manner was unfortunate," I observed thoughtfully.

"Yes. You realize, of course, what was at the back of that?"

"No.".

"You did not understand that he believed Mademoiselle Cynthia guilty of the crime?".

"No," I exclaimed, astonished. "Impossible!".

"Not at all. I myself nearly had the same idea. It was in my mind when I asked
Mr.Wells that first question about the will.

Then there were the bromide powders which she had made up, and her clever male impersonations, as Dorcas recounted them to us.

There was really more evidence against her than anyone else.".

"You are joking, Poirot!".

"No. Shall I tell you what made Monsieur Lawrence turn so pale when he first entered his mother's room on the fatal night?

It was because, whilst his mother lay there, obviously poisoned, he saw, over your shoulder, that the door into Mademoiselle Cynthia's room was unbolted.".

"But he declared that he saw it bolted!" I cried.

"Exactly," said Poirot dryly. "And that was just what confirmed my suspicion that it was not.

He was shielding Mademoiselle Cynthia.".

"But why should he shield her?".

"Because he is in love with her."

I laughed.

"There, Poirot, you are quite wrong! I happen to know for a fact that, far from being in love with her, he positively dislikes her.".

"Who told you that, mon ami?".

"Cynthia herself.".

"La pauvre petite! And she was concerned?".

"She said that she did not mind at all.".

"Then she certainly did mind very much," remarked Poirot. "They are like that—les femmes!".

"What you say about Lawrence is a great surprise to me," I said.

"But why? It was most obvious.

Did not Monsieur Lawrence make the sour face every time Mademoiselle Cynthia spoke and laughed with his brother?

He had taken it into his long head that Mademoiselle Cynthia was in love with Monsieur John.

When he entered his mother's room, and saw her obviously poisoned, he jumped to the conclusion that Mademoiselle Cynthia knew something about the matter.

He was nearly driven desperate.

First he crushed the coffee-cup to powder under his feet, remembering that she had gone up with his mother the night before, and he determined that there should be no chance of testing its contents.

Thenceforward, he strenuously, and quite uselessly, upheld the theory of 'Death from natural causes'.".

"And what about the 'extra coffee-cup'?".

"I was fairly certain that it was Mrs. Cavendish who had hidden it, but I had to make sure.

Monsieur Lawrence did not know at all what I meant; but, on reflection, he came to the conclusion that if he could find an extra coffee-cup anywhere his lady love would be cleared of suspicion.

And he was perfectly right.".

"One thing more. What did Mrs.Inglethorp mean by her dying words?"

"They were, of course, an accusation against her husband.".

"Dear me, Poirot," I said with a sigh, "I think you have explained everything.

I am glad it has all ended so happily.

Even John and his wife are reconciled."

"Thanks to me.".

"How do you mean—thanks to you?"

"My dear friend, do you not realize that it was simply and solely the trial which has brought them together again?

That John Cavendish still loved his wife, I was convinced.

Also, that she was equally in love with him. But they had drifted very far apart.

It all arose from a misunderstanding.

She married him without love.

He knew it. He is a sensitive man in his way, he would not force himself upon her if she did not want him.

And, as he withdrew, her love awoke.

But they are both unusually proud, and their pride held them inexorably apart.

He drifted into an entanglement with
Mrs.Raikes, and she deliberately cultivated the friendship of Dr.Bauerstein.

Do you remember the day of John Cavendish's arrest, when you found me deliberating over a big decision?".

"Yes, I quite understood your distress."

"Pardon me, mon ami, but you did not understand it in the least.

I was trying to decide whether or not I would clear John Cavendish at once.

I could have cleared him—though it might have meant a failure to convict the real criminals.

They were entirely in the dark as to my real attitude up to the very last moment—which partly accounts for my success.".

"Do you mean that you could have saved John Cavendish from being brought to trial?"

"Yes, my friend. But I eventually decided in favour of 'a woman's happiness'.

Nothing but the great danger through which they have passed could have brought these two proud souls together again.".

I looked at Poirot in silent amazement. The colossal cheek of the little man! Who on earth but Poirot would have thought of a trial for murder as a restorer of conjugal happiness!

"I perceive your thoughts, mon ami," said Poirot, smiling at me.

"No one but Hercule Poirot would have attempted such a thing! And you are wrong in condemning it.

The happiness of one man and one woman is the greatest thing in all the world.".

His words took me back to earlier events.

I remembered Mary as she lay white and exhausted on the sofa, listening, listening. There had come the sound of the bell below.

She had started up. Poirot had opened the door, and meeting her agonized eyes had nodded gently.

"Yes, madame," he said. "I have brought him back to you." .
He had stood aside, and as I went out I had seen the look in Mary's eyes, as John Cavendish had caught his wife in his arms.

"Perhaps you are right, Poirot," I said gently. "Yes, it is the greatest thing in the world.".

Suddenly, there was a tap at the door, and Cynthia peeped in.

"I—I only——".

"Come in," I said, springing up.

She came in, but did not sit down.

"I—only wanted to tell you something——".

"Yes?".

Cynthia fidgeted with a little tassel for some moments, then, suddenly exclaiming: "You dears!" kissed first me and then Poirot, and rushed out of the room again.

"What on earth does this mean?" I asked, surprised.

It was very nice to be kissed by Cynthia, but the publicity of the salute rather impaired the pleasure.

"It means that she has discovered Monsieur Lawrence does not dislike her as much as she thought," replied Poirot philosophically.

"But——".

"Here he is.".

Lawrence at that moment passed the door.

"Eh! Monsieur Lawrence," called Poirot. "We must congratulate you, is it not so?".

Lawrence blushed, and then smiled awkwardly.

A man in love is a sorry spectacle. Now Cynthia had looked charming.

I sighed.

"What is it, mon ami?"

"Nothing," I said sadly. "They are two delightful women!".

"And neither of them is for you?" finished Poirot.

"Never mind. Console yourself, my friend. We may hunt together again, who knows? And then——".

THE END