en-fr  The Mysterious Affair at Styles - Chapter VII Easy
POIROT PAIE SES DETTES

En sortant des Stylites Arms, Poirot, d'une légère pression du bras, m'attira à l'écart.

J'en compris la raison. Il attendait les deux enquêteurs de Scotland Yard.

Ils sortirent quelques instants plus tard et Poirot, le premier, fit un pas en avant, abordant le plus petit des deux.

– Je crains que vous ne vous souveniez pas de moi, inspecteur Japp.

– Mais ne serait-ce pas M. Poirot ! s'exclama l'inspecteur.

Il se tourna vers l'autre homme. – M'avez vous entendu parler de M. Poirot ? C'était en 1904, lui et moi travaillions ensemble - l'affaire des faux d'Abercrombie - vous vous souvenez, on l'a eu à Bruxelles.

Ah ! c'était le bon temps môssieur.

Bon, vous vous souvenez du « baron » Altara ? C'était une sacrée canaille !

Il avait réussi à échapper aux traquenards que la moitié des polices d'Europe avaient tendus pour lui.

Mais on lui a mis la main au collet à Anvers - grâce à M. Poirot ici présent.

Je m'approchai alors qu'on évoquait le bon vieux temps et fus présenté au détective-inspecteur Japp qui nous présenta en retour son compagnon, le super intendant Summerhaye.

– Je n'ai pas besoin de vous demander ce que vous faites ici, messieurs, observa Poirot.

– Japp eut un clin d'œil entendu.

– Non, en effet. Je dirais que l'affaire est plutôt limpide.

Mais Poirot répondit sérieusement : – Sur ce point je ne partage pas votre avis.

– Oh ! voyons ! s'étonna Summerhaye, ouvrant la bouche pour la première fois.

– Tout ceci est sans aucun doute clair comme de l'eau de roche.

L'homme a été pris la main dans le sac.

Je suis étonné qu'il ait pu être à ce point stupide !

Mais Japp observait attentivement Poirot.

– Soyez prudent, Summerhaye, conseilla-t-il sur un ton joyeux.

— Môôsieur et moi, nous nous sommes déjà rencontrés et il n'y a nul jugement humain que je considérerais plus que le sien.

Si je ne me trompe pas, il a quelque chose sous le coude.

N'est-ce pas le cas, Môôsieur ?

Poirot sourit.

— J'ai tiré certaines conclusions... oui.

Summerhaye avait toujours l'air un peu sceptique, mais Japp continuait à scruter Poirot avec minutie.

— Disons-le ainsi, fit-il, jusqu'à présent, nous n'avons vu l'affaire que de l'extérieur.

C'est là que Scotland yard est désavantagé dans une affaire de ce genre, quand le meurtre n'est démontré, pour ainsi dire, qu'après l'enquête.

Cela exige, pour une grande part, d'être sur place dès le départ, et c'est là que M. Poirot nous dame le pion..

Nous n'aurions pas pu nous trouver ici aussi vite que cela, s'il n'y avait eu un docteur futé sur place, qui nous a refilé le tuyau par l'intermédiaire du coroner.

Mais vous étiez sur place dès le début, vous avez peut-être relevé quelques petits indices.

D'après les témoignages obtenus lors de l'enquête, M.Inglethorp a assassiné sa femme aussi sûrement que je me trouve ici, et si quelqu'un d'autre que vous laissait entendre le contraire, je lui rirais au nez

Je dois dire que j'ai été surpris que le jury n'ait pas requis contre lui l'accusation de meurtre prémédité.

Je pense qu'ils l'auraient fait, sans le coroner qui a semblé les retenir.

— Peut-être, cependant, avez-vous un mandat d'arrêt dans votre poche, suggéra Poirot.

Le visage expressif de Japp fut comme masqué par un lourd rideau de fer administratif qui se serait brutalement abaissé.

— P'têt ben qu'oui, p'têt ben qu'non, fit-il remarquer en normand.

Poirot le regarda d'un air pensif.

— J'ai bien peur, messieurs, qu'il ne soit pas arrêté.

— J'aimerais voir ça, fit observer sarcastiquement Summerhaye.

Japp regardait Poirot avec une perplexité comique.

— Pouvez pas nous en dire un peu plus, M. Poirot ? Un p'tit clin d'œil ou un p'tit coup de pouce... d'vot'part. Vous étiez sur place et Scotland Yard ne veut pas commettre d'erreur, vous savez.

Poirot hocha gravement la tête.

— C'est exactement ce que je pensais. Bon, écoutez ça.

Utilisez votre mandat : arrêtez M. Inglethorp.

Mais ne vous attendez pas à en tirer gloire... les poursuites contre lui seront immédiatement rejetées ! Comme ça* ! Et il claqua des doigts de façon très éloquente.

Le visage de Japp devint grave tandis que Summerhaye émit un grognement dubitatif.

Pour ma part, l'étonnement me laissait sans voix.

Je n'en tirais qu'une seule conclusion : Poirot était fou.

Japp avait sorti un mouchoir de sa poche et tranquillement s'épongeait le front.

— Je n'ose entreprendre cette démarche, M. Poirot.

Je pourrais vous croire sur parole, mais certains de mes supérieurs vont me demander qu'est-ce qui m'a pris, par Toutatis.

Ne pourriez-vous pas me donner un peu de grain à moudre ?

Poirot réfléchit un instant.

Et finit par lâcher : oui, c'est possible.

Toutefois, à contrecœur.

On me force la main.

Pour l'heure, j'aurais préféré œuvrer dans l'ombre, mais ce que vous dites est très juste... la parole d'un enquêteur belge à la retraite n'est pas suffisante. Et Alfred Inglethorp ne doit pas être appréhendé.

C'est ce que j'ai promis, comme mon ami Hastings peut l'attester.

Bien, mon bon Japp, vous comptez vous rendre immédiatement à Styles ?

— Eh bien, dans environ une demi-heure. Nous allons d'abord aller voir le coroner et le médecin.

— Bien. Venez me voir en passant... la dernière maison du village.

Je vous accompagnerai. À Styles, M. Inglethorp vous donnera, ou s'il s'y refuse, comme c'est probable, je vous donnerai les preuves qui vous convaincront que l'accusation ne peut être retenue contre lui.

Marché conclu ?

— Marché conclu, répondit Japp enthousiaste.

— Et, au nom du Yard, je vous suis très reconnaissant, même si je dois avouer que je ne vois pas pour l'instant la moindre faille dans le faisceau de preuves, mais vous avez toujours un tel talent. Eh bien, à plus tard, Môssieur.

Les deux détectives se sont éloignés, un sourire incrédule flottait sur le visage de Summerhaye.

— Eh bien, mon cher ami, s'exclama Poirot avant que je puisse prononcer un mot, qu'en pensez-vous ? Doux Jésus ! J'ai eu des sueurs froides au tribunal, je ne m'imaginais pas que l'homme serait entêté au point de refuser de dire quoi que ce soit.

C'est assurément la stratégie d'un imbécile.

— Mmm! Il y a d'autres explications que celle de l'imbécillité, remarquai-je.

Car, si les accusations portées contre lui sont fondées, comment pourrait-il se défendre autrement que par le silence ?

— Mais il existe mille autres façons ingénieuses, s'écria Poirot.

Voyons ; disons que c'est moi qui aurais commis ce crime, je peux imaginer sept histoires tout à fait plausibles ! Bien plus convaincantes que les dénégations entêtées de M. Inglethorp.

Je ne pus m'empêcher de rire.

– Mon cher Poirot, je suis sûr que vous êtes capable d'en imaginer soixante-dix ! Mais, sérieusement, malgré ce que je vous ai entendu dire aux détectives, vous ne pouvez pas sérieusement croire encore dans la possibilité de l'innocence d'Alfred Inglethorp ?

— Pourquoi moins maintenant qu'avant ? Rien n'a changé.

– Mais les preuves sont si accablantes.

– Oui, trop accablantes.

Nous avons tourné devant la porte de Leastways Cottage et avons monté l'escalier désormais familier.

— Oui, oui, trop accablantes, continuait Poirot quasiment pour lui seul.

Les preuves réelles sont généralement vagues et peu satisfaisantes.

Il faut les examiner… les passer au crible. Mais ici tout est clair et net..
Non, mon ami, ces preuves ont été très intelligemment fabriquées… si intelligemment qu'elles ont desservi leurs propres conclusions.

— Pourquoi voyez-vous les choses ainsi ?

— Parce que, tant que les preuves contre lui étaient vagues et intangibles, il était très difficile de les réfuter. Mais, dans sa panique, le criminel a tissé un filet si serré que la moindre faille libérera Inglethorp.

Je demeurais silencieux. Et après une ou deux minutes, Poirot reprit : — Examinons l'affaire sous cet angle.

Voici un homme qui, disons, a décidé d'empoisonner sa femme.

Selon la rumeur, il vivait d'expédients.

Sans doute était-il assez doué pour cela.

Il n'est pas franchement idiot. Alors, comment s'y prend-il ? Effrontément, il va chez le pharmacien du village achète de la strychnine sous son propre nom, avec une histoire au sujet d'un chien qui ne résiste pas à l'examen.

Il n'utilise pas le poison cette nuit-là. Non, il attend d'avoir avec son épouse une violente querelle, que toute la maisonnée a entendu et qui naturellement attire sur lui tous les soupçons.

Il ne prépare aucune défense... pas l'ombre d'un alibi, pourtant il sait que l'assistant pharmacien viendra forcément présenter les faits.

Boh ! ne me demandez pas de croire qu'un homme puisse être aussi stupide ! Seul un dépressif, qui voudrait se suicider en provoquant sa propre condamnation à mort, agirait ainsi !

– Pourtant... je ne vois toujours pas... commençai-je.

– Moi non plus je ne vois pas. Je vous le dis, mon ami, ça me laisse perplexe. Moi... Hercule Poirot !

– Mais si vous le croyez innocent, comment expliquez-vous qu'il ait acheté la strychnine ?

– Très facile. Il ne l'a pas achetée.

– Mais Mace l'a reconnu !

— Je vous demande pardon, il a vu un homme avec une barbe noire comme celle de M. Inglethorp, portant des lunettes comme M. Inglethorp et habillé des mêmes vêtements plutôt voyants que ceux de M. Inglethorp.

Il ne pouvait reconnaître un homme qu'il n'avait probablement vu que de loin, puisque, vous vous en souvenez, il n'était arrivé au village que depuis une quinzaine jours et Mme Inglethorp s'approvisionnait principalement chez Coot's à Tadminster.

— Alors vous pensez que... — My friend, vous rappelez-vous les deux points sur lesquels j'ai insisté ?

Laissez de côté le premier pour le moment, quel était le second ?

— Le fait qu'Alfred Inglethorp portait des vêtements caractéristiques, une barbe noire et des lunettes, énonçai-je.


— Parfaitement. Supposons maintenant que quelqu'un désire se faire passer pour John ou Lawrence Cavendish.
Cela serait-il facile ?

— Non, répondis-je après un temps de réflexion. Bien sûr, un acteur...

Mais Poirot me coupa la parole abruptement.

— Et pourquoi ne serait-ce pas facile ? Je vais vous le dire, mon ami... parce que tous deux sont rasés de frais.

Pour se déguiser en l'un d'eux de manière ressemblante en plein jour, il faudrait un acteur de génie et une certaine ressemblance morphologique initiale.

Mais dans le cas d'Alfred Inglethorp, tout cela est différent.

Ses vêtements, sa barbe, les verres qui dissimulent ses yeux... ce sont les points marquants de son apparence.

Maintenant, quel est le premier réflexe du criminel ?

D'éloigner les soupçons de lui-même, non ?

Et comment peut-il le mieux y parvenir ? En les dirigeant sur quelqu'un d'autre.

En l'occurence, il avait un homme parfait sous la main.

Chacun était tout disposé à croire en la culpabilité de M. Inglethorp.

Il était évident qu'on le soupçonnerait, mais pour avoir des certitudes, il fallait des preuves tangibles... comme l'achat du poison et cela, avec un homme à l'apparence aussi particulière que celle de M. Inglethorp, n'offrait aucune difficulté.

Rappelez-vous que le jeune Mace n'avait en réalité jamais parlé à M. Inglethorp.

Comment aurait-il pu soupçonner que cet homme, avec des habits, une barbe et des lunettes comme les siens, n'était pas Alfred Inglethorp ?

— Oui, c'est probable, dis-je, subjugué par l'éloquence de Poirot.

Mais si c'est le cas, pourquoi n'a-t-il pas indiqué où il se trouvait ce lundi soir vers six heures.

— Ah, en effet, pourquoi ? répondit Poirot, d'un ton apaisé.

S'il était arrêté, il parlerait probablement, mais je ne veux pas en arriver là.

Je dois lui faire découvrir la gravité de sa situation.

Son silence n'annonce rien de bon.

S'il n'a pas occis sa femme, néanmoins, c'est une fripouille, il a quelque chose à cacher en dehors du meurtre.

— Qu'est-ce que ça peut être ? Je réfléchis et, me rangeant, pour le moment, au raisonnement de Poirot, je n'en conservais pas moins la faible conviction que la déduction la plus tangible était la bonne.

— Ne pouvez-vous pas deviner ? questionna Poirot en souriant.

— Non, le pouvez-vous ?

— Oh, oui, j'ai eu une petite idée il y a quelques temps ... et ça s'est avéré exact.

— Vous ne me l'avez jamais dit, ai-je reproché.

Poirot leva ses mains en signe d'excuse.

— Pardonnez-moi, mon ami, vous ne me sembliez pas très réceptif. Il s'adressa à moi avec sérieux. — Dites-moi ... vous voyez maintenant qu'il ne faut pas l'arrêter ?

—Sans doute, répondis-je d'un ton dubitatif, car le sort d'Alfred Inglethorp m'indifférait totalement et je pensais qu'une bonne petite frayeur ne lui ferait pas de mal.

Poirot, qui me regardait attentivement, poussa un soupir.

— Allons, mon ami, dit-il en changeant de sujet, abstraction faite de M. Inglethorp, que pensez-vous des preuves présentées lors de l'audience ?

— Oh ! c'est à peu près ce à quoi je m'attendais.

— Rien ne vous a semblé bizarre ?

Mes pensées se portèrent sur Mary Cavendish et je hasardais : — Comment cela ?

— Eh bien, par exemple, le témoignage de Lawrence Cavendish ?

Je fus soulagé.

— Ah, Lawrence ! Non, je ne crois pas. C'est un gars toujours assez nerveux.

— Qu'il suggère que sa mère aurait pu être empoisonnée accidentellement au moyen du fortifiant qu'elle prenait, cela ne vous a pas semblé étrange... hein* ?

— Non, je ne peux pas dire que oui.

Les docteurs en ont démontré le ridicule bien sûr.

Mais il était tout à fait naturel qu'un profane fît cette suggestion.

— Mais monsieur Lawrence n'est pas profane.

Vous m'avez dit vous-même qu'il avait commencé par étudier la médecine et qu'il avait obtenu son diplôme.

— Oui, c'est la vérité. Je n'ai jamais pensé à ça. Je fus plutôt surpris. — C'est étrange,

acquiesça Poirot.

— Depuis le début, il s'est comporté curieusement.

De toute la famille, lui seul saurait reconnaître les symptômes de l’empoisonnement à la strychnine et nous le retrouvons, cependant, unique membre de la famille à défendre avec vigueur la théorie de la mort par cause naturelle.

Si cela avait été monsieur John, j'aurais pu comprendre.

Il n'a aucune connaissance technique et il est, par nature, dépourvu d'imagination.

Mais monsieur Lawrence… non ! Et maintenant, aujourd'hui, il avance une suggestion dont il aurait dû, de lui-même, reconnaitre tout le ridicule.

Il y a, là, matière à réflexion, my friend !

— On y perd notre latin, ai-je convenu.

— Ensuite, nous avons madame Cavendish, continua Poirot.

— En voilà une autre qui ne dit pas tout ce qu'elle sait ! Que pensez-vous de son attitude ?

— Je ne sais pas quoi en tirer. Il semble inconcevable qu'elle protège Alfred Inglethorp. Pourtant, c'est à cela que ça ressemble.

Poirot, tout à ses pensées, hochait la tête.

— Oui, c'est singulier. Une chose est sûre : elle en a entendu beaucoup plus de cette « conversation privée » qu'elle ne veut bien l'admettre.

— Et pourtant, c'est la dernière personne que l'on songerait à accuser d'écouter aux portes !

— Assurément. Une chose que son témoignage m'a montrée. J'ai commis une erreur. Dorcas avait raison. La dispute a eu lieu plus tôt dans l'après-midi, vers quatre heures, comme elle l'a dit.

Je le regardai avec curiosité. Je n'avais jamais compris son insistance sur ce point.

— Oui, quelque chose de bien singulier a été dévoilé aujourd'hui, continua Poirot.

— Le docteur Bauerstein à présent, que faisait-il et pourquoi était-il habillé à cette heure matutinale ? Je suis étonné que personne n'ait fait de commentaire à ce sujet.

— Il a des insomnies, je crois, dis-je d'un ton dubitatif.

— Ce qui est une très bonne ou une très mauvaise explication, fit remarquer Poirot. Elle couvre tout et n'explique rien. Je vais devoir garder un œil sur notre talentueux docteur Bauerstein.

"Autre chose à redire aux preuves ?" Demandai-je ironiquement.

- Mon ami, répondit gravement Poirot, "quand vous constatez que des gens ne vous disent pas la vérité..; prenez garde !

Maintenant, à moins que je ne me trompe lourdement, aujourd'hui, à l'enquête, une ou tout au plus deux personnes ont dit la vérité sans réserve ni subterfuge.


- Oh, allons donc, Poirot ! Je ne citerai pas Lawrence, ou Madame Cavendish.

Mais il y a John et Mademoiselle Howard, ils disaient sûrement la vérité ?"

- Tous les deux, mon ami ? Un, je vous l'accorde, mais les deux...!

Ses paroles me causèrent un choc désagréable.

Le témoignage de Mademoiselle Howard, aussi insignifiant soit-il, a été prononcé avec une franchise si directe qu'il ne m'est jamais venu à l'esprit de douter de sa sincérité.

Malgré tout, je respectais beaucoup la clairvoyance de Poirot, sauf quand il se comportait comme ce que j'appelais une "stupide tête de mule".

- Le pensez-vous vraiment ? Demandai-je.

- Mademoiselle Howard m'a toujours semblé essentiellement honnête, presque trop.

Poirot me lança un curieux regard que je ne pus sonder tout à fait.

Il fut sur le point de parler puis se ravisa.

— Mlle Murdoch également, poursuivis-je, je ne relève aucun mensonge dans son témoignage.

— Non. Mais c'est curieux qu'elle n'ait pas entendu le moindre bruit, dormant dans la chambre à côté ; alors que Mme Cavendish, logeant dans l'autre aile de la maison, a distinctement entendu la table tomber.

— Eh bien, elle est jeune. Et elle a le sommeil lourd.

— Ah oui, en effet ! Elle doit dormir comme un sonneur, cette femme !

Je n'aimais pas vraiment le ton de sa voix, mais un coup bref parvint à nos oreilles, et regardant par la fenêtre, nous aperçûmes les deux enquêteurs qui nous attendaient en bas.

Poirot saisit son chapeau, roula férocement sa moustache, et, en brossant soigneusement un grain de poussière imaginaire de sa manche, il me fit signe de passer devant lui pour descendre l'escalier : là nous rejoignîmes les enquêteurs et partîmes pour Styles.

Je pense que l'apparition des deux hommes de Scotland Yard causa un certain choc, particulièrement à John, bien que naturellement, après le verdict, il se rendît bien compte que ce ne serait qu'une question de temps.

Il n'empêche que rien n'aurait pu lui faire prendre conscience de la vérité comme la présence des enquêteurs.

Poirot s'était entretenu avec Japp à voix basse pendant la montée, et ce fut ce dernier fonctionnaire qui demanda que la maisonnée, à l'exception des domestiques, soit réunie dans le salon.

Je pris conscience du fait C'était à Poirot d'accomplir ses fanfaronades.

Personnellement, je n'étais pas optimiste. Poirot pouvait avoir d'excellentes raisons de croire à l'innocence d' Inglethorp, mais un homme comme Summerhaye demanderait des preuves tangibles, et je doutais que Poirot puisse en fournir.

Bientôt nous étions tous regroupés au salon dont Japp ferma la porte.

Poirot assigna poliment une chaise à chacun.

Les hommes de Scotland yard étaient le centre de toutes les attentions.

Nous réalisions, je crois, pour la première fois qu'il ne s'agissait pas d'un mauvais rêve, mais d'une réalité palpable.

Nous avions lu des histoires semblables, maintenant nous étions nous-mêmes acteurs du drame.

Demain les quotidiens, dans toute l'Angleterre, proclameraient la nouvelle par des titres accrocheurs : "MYSTERIEUSE TRAGEDIE DANS L'ESSEX" "FEMME RICHE EMPOISONNEE".


Il y aurait des photos de Styles, des instantanés de "La famille quittant l'audience" ; le photographe du village n'avait pas chômé !

Toutes ces choses que l'on a lues une centaine de fois... des choses qui n'arrivent qu'aux autres, pas à soi-même.

Et voilà que dans cette maison, un meurtre a été commis. Nous avions face à nous les inspecteurs chargés de l'enquête.

Avant que Poirot ne commence son exposé, tous ces titres accrocheurs et éculés me traversèrent l'esprit.

Je crois que tout le monde a été un peu surpris que ce fût lui et non l'un des enquêteurs officiels qui prît la parole en premier.

— Mesdames et messieurs, déclara Poirot, s'inclinant comme s'il était une célébrité sur le point de donner une conférence, je vous ai demandé de tous vous réunir ici pour une raison bien précise.

Cette raison est en rapport avec M. Alfred Inglethorp.

Inglethorp était assis un peu à l'écart... je pense qu'inconsciemment chacun avait légèrement éloigné sa chaise de la sienne... et il eut un petit sursaut quand Poirot prononça son nom.

— M. Inglethorp, dit Poirot, s'adressant directement à lui, une ombre menaçante plane sur cette maison, l'ombre du meurtre.

Inglethorp acquiesça tristement.

— Ma pauvre épouse, murmura-t-il. Pauvre Emily ! C'est terrible.

— Je ne pense pas, monsieur, insista Poirot, que vous réalisiez vraiment à quel point cela pourrait être terrible... pour vous.

Et comme Inglethorp semblait ne pas comprendre, il ajouta, — M. Inglethorp, vous courez un grand danger.

Les deux enquêteurs s'agitèrent. J'ai vu la mise en garde officielle « Tout ce que vous direz pourra être retenu comme preuve contre vous » animer les lèvres de Summerhaye.

Poirot poursuivit.

— Vous comprenez, maintenant, monsieur ?

— Non, que voulez-vous dire ?

— Je veux dire, répondit Poirot d'un ton insistant, que vous êtes soupçonné d'avoir empoisonné votre épouse.

Un petit murmure parcourut le cercle à cette simple parole.

— Bonté divine ! s'écria Inglethorp, se dressant d'un bond. — En voilà une idée monstrueuse ! J' ... empoisonne ma chère Emily!

— Je ne pense pas — Poirot l'observa attentivement — que vous réalisiez la conséquence défavorable de votre témoignage à l'audience.

M. Inglethorp, sachant ce que je vous ai dit maintenant, refusez-vous encore de dire où vous étiez à six heures lundi après-midi ?

Avec un gémissement, Alfred Inglethorp s'effondra à nouveau et enfoui son visage dans ses mains.

Poirot approcha et se pencha sur lui.

– Parlez ! cria-t-il d'un ton menaçant;

Avec un effort, Inglethorp releva son visage de ses mains.

Alors, doucement et fermement, il hocha la tête.

– Vous ne parlerez pas ?

– Non. Je ne crois pas que quiconque soit assez monstrueux pour m'accuser de ce que vous dites.

Poirot secoua la tête pensivement, comme un homme dont l'opinion est faite.

– D'accord ! dit-il. – Alors je devrai parler pour vous.

Alfred Inglethorp se redressa à nouveau.

– Vous ? Mais comment pourriez-vous parler ? Vous ne savez pas... il s'interrompit brusquement.

Poirot pivota pour nous faire face. – Mesdames et messieurs ! Je parle ! Ecoutez ! Moi, Hercule Poirot, j'affirme que l'homme qui est entré chez le pharmacien et a acheté de la strychnine à six heures lundi dernier n'était pas M. Inglethorp car à six heures ce jour-là, M; Inglethorp était en train de raccompagner Mme Raikes chez elle depuis une ferme voisine.

Je peux produire pas moins de cinq témoins pour jurer les avoir vu ensemble, soit à six heures soit juste après et, comme vous devez le savoir, la ferme de l'abbaye, la maison de Mme Raikes, est à au moins deux miles et demi du village.

Il n'y a pas le moindre doute sur cet alibi ! .
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POIROT PAYS HIS DEBTS.
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As we came out of the Stylites Arms, Poirot drew me aside by a gentle pressure of the arm.
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I understood his object.
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He was waiting for the Scotland Yard men.
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"I fear you do not remember me, Inspector Japp.".
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"Why, if it isn't Mr.
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Poirot!"
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cried the Inspector.
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unit 10
He turned to the other man.
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"You've heard me speak of Mr. Poirot?
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Ah, those were great days, moosier.
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Then, do you remember 'Baron' Altara?
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There was a pretty rogue for you!.
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He eluded the clutches of half the police in Europe.
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But we nailed him in Antwerp—thanks to Mr. Poirot here.".
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unit 19
"I need hardly ask what you are doing here, gentlemen," remarked Poirot.
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Japp closed one eye knowingly.
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"No, indeed.
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Pretty clear case I should say.".
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But Poirot answered gravely: "There I differ from you.".
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"Oh, come!"
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said Summerhaye, opening his lips for the first time.
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"Surely the whole thing is clear as daylight.
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The man's caught red-handed.
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How he could be such a fool beats me!".
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unit 29
But Japp was looking attentively at Poirot.
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unit 30
"Hold your fire, Summerhaye," he remarked jocularly.
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"Me and Moosier here have met before—and there's no man's judgment I'd sooner take than his.
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If I'm not greatly mistaken, he's got something up his sleeve.
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unit 33
Isn't that so, moosier?".
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unit 34
Poirot smiled.
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unit 35
"I have drawn certain conclusions—yes.".
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unit 36
Summerhaye was still looking rather sceptical, but Japp continued his scrutiny of Poirot.
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unit 37
"It's this way," he said, "so far, we've only seen the case from the outside.
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unit 39
A lot depends on being on the spot first thing, and that's where Mr.Poirot's had the start of us.
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But you've been on the spot from the first, and you may have picked up some little hints.
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I must say I was surprised the jury didn't bring it in Wilful Murder against him right off.
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I think they would have, if it hadn't been for the Coroner—he seemed to be holding them back."
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"Perhaps, though, you have a warrant for his arrest in your pocket now," suggested Poirot.
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unit 46
A kind of wooden shutter of officialdom came down from Japp's expressive countenance.
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unit 47
"Perhaps I have, and perhaps I haven't," he remarked dryly.
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unit 48
Poirot looked at him thoughtfully.
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unit 49
"I am very anxious, Messieurs, that he should not be arrested."
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unit 50
"I dare say," observed Summerhaye sarcastically.
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unit 51
Japp was regarding Poirot with comical perplexity.
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unit 52
"Can't you go a little further, Mr.Poirot?
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unit 53
A wink's as good as a nod—from you.
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unit 54
You've been on the spot—and the Yard doesn't want to make any mistakes, you know."
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unit 55
Poirot nodded gravely.
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unit 56
"That is exactly what I thought.
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unit 57
Well, I will tell you this.
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Use your warrant: Arrest Mr.Inglethorp.
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But it will bring you no kudos—the case against him will be dismissed at once!
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Comme ca!"
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unit 61
And he snapped his fingers expressively.
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unit 62
Japp's face grew grave, though Summerhaye gave an incredulous snort.
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As for me, I was literally dumb with astonishment.
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I could only conclude that Poirot was mad.
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unit 65
Japp had taken out a handkerchief, and was gently dabbing hisbrow.
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"I daren't do it, Mr.Poirot.
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unit 67
I'd take your word, but there's others over me who'll be asking what the devil I mean by it.
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Can't you give me a little more to go on?"
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unit 69
Poirot reflected a moment.
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"It can be done," he said at last.
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"I admit I do not wish it.
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It forces my hand.
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And Alfred Inglethorp must not be arrested.
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That I have sworn, as my friend Hastings here knows.
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unit 76
See, then, my good Japp, you go at once to Styles?"
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"Well, in about half an hour.
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unit 78
We're seeing the Coroner and the doctor first."
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unit 79
"Good.
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Call for me in passing—the last house in the village.
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I will go with you.
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unit 83
Is that a bargain?".
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unit 84
"That's a bargain," said Japp heartily.
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So long, then, moosier.".
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unit 87
The two detectives strode away, Summerhaye with an incredulous grin on his face.
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unit 88
"Well, my friend," cried Poirot, before I could get in a word, "what do you think?
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Mon Dieu!
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unit 91
Decidedly, it was the policy of an imbecile.".
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"H'm!
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There are other explanations besides that of imbecility," I remarked.
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unit 95
"Why, in a thousand ingenious ways," cried Poirot.
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Far more convincing than Mr. Inglethorp's stony denials!".
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unit 98
I could not help laughing.
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"My dear Poirot, I am sure you are capable of thinking of seventy!
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unit 101
"Why not now as much as before?
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Nothing has changed.".
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"But the evidence is so conclusive."
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"Yes, too conclusive.".
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unit 106
"Yes, yes, too conclusive," continued Poirot, almost to himself.
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"Real evidence is usually vague and unsatisfactory.
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It has to be examined—sifted.
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But here the whole thing is cut and dried.
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unit 111
"How do you make that out?".
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I was silent.
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And in a minute or two, Poirot continued: "Let us look at the matter like this.
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Here is a man, let us say, who sets out to poison his wife.
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He has lived by his wits as the saying goes.
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Presumably, therefore, he has some wits.
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He is not altogether a fool.
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Well, how does he set about it?
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He does not employ the poison that night.
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Bah!
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do not ask me to believe that any man could be so idiotic!
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"Still—I do not see—" I began.
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"Neither do I see.
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I tell you, mon ami, it puzzles me.
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Me—Hercule Poirot!".
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unit 132
"But if you believe him innocent, how do you explain his buying the strychnine?"
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"Very simply.
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He did not buy it.".
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"But Mace recognized him!"
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"Then you think——" "Mon ami, do you remember the two points I laid stress upon?.
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Leave the first one for the moment, what was the second?".
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"Exactly.
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Now suppose anyone wished to pass himself off as John or Lawrence Cavendish.
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Would it be easy?".
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unit 144
"No," I said thoughtfully.
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"Of course an actor——".
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But Poirot cut me short ruthlessly.
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"And why would it not be easy?
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I will tell you, my friend: Because they are both clean-shaven men.
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But in the case of Alfred Inglethorp, all that is changed.
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Now, what is the first instinct of the criminal?.
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To divert suspicion from himself, is it not so?
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And how can he best do that?
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By throwing it on some one else.
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In this instance, there was a man ready to his hand.
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Everybody was predisposed to believe in Mr. Inglethorp's guilt.
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Remember, this young Mace had never actually spoken to Mr. Inglethorp.
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unit 161
"It may be so," I said, fascinated by Poirot's eloquence.
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"But, if that was the case, why does he not say where he was at six o'clock on Monday evening?".
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"Ah, why indeed?"
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said Poirot, calming down.
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"If he were arrested, he probably would speak, but I do not want it to come to that.
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I must make him see the gravity of his position.
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There is, of course, something discreditable behind his silence.
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"What can it be?"
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unit 171
"Can you not guess?"
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asked Poirot, smiling.
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"No, can you?"
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"Oh, yes, I had a little idea sometime ago—and it has turned out to be correct.".
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"You never told me," I said reproachfully.
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Poirot spread out his hands apologetically.
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"Pardon me, mon ami, you were not precisely sympathique. "
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He turned to me earnestly.
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"Tell me—you see now that he must not be arrested?".
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unit 181
Poirot, who was watching me intently, gave a sigh.
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"Oh, pretty much what I expected.".
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"Did nothing strike you as peculiar about it?".
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My thoughts flew to Mary Cavendish, and I hedged: "In what way?".
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"Well, Mr. Lawrence Cavendish's evidence for instance?"
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I was relieved.
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"Oh, Lawrence!
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unit 189
No, I don't think so.
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He's always a nervous chap.".
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unit 192
"No, I can't say it did.
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unit 193
The doctors ridiculed it of course.
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But it was quite a natural suggestion for a layman to make.".
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"But Monsieur Lawrence is not a layman.
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unit 197
"Yes, that's true.
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I never thought of that."
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I was rather startled.
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"It is odd.".
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Poirot nodded.
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"From the first, his behaviour has been peculiar.
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If it had been Monsieur John, I could have understood it.
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He has no technical knowledge, and is by nature unimaginative.
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But Monsieur Lawrence—no!
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And now, to-day, he puts forward a suggestion that he himself must have known was ridiculous.
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There is food for thought in this, mon ami!".
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"It's very confusing," I agreed.
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"Then there is Mrs. Cavendish," continued Poirot.
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"That's another who is not telling all she knows!
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What do you make of her attitude?".
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"I don't know what to make of it.
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It seems inconceivable that she should be shielding Alfred Inglethorp.
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unit 215
Yet that is what it looks like."
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Poirot nodded reflectively.
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"Yes, it is queer.
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"And yet she is the last person one would accuse of stooping to eavesdrop!".
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"Exactly.
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unit 221
One thing her evidence has shown me.
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I made a mistake.
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unit 223
Dorcas was quite right.
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unit 224
The quarrel did take place earlier in the afternoon, about four o'clock, as she said."
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I looked at him curiously.
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I had never understood his insistence on that point.
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unit 227
"Yes, a good deal that was peculiar came out to-day," continued Poirot.
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"Dr.Bauerstein, now, what was he doing up and dressed at that hour in the morning?
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It is astonishing to me that no one commented on the fact.".
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"He has insomnia, I believe," I said doubtfully.
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"Which is a very good, or a very bad explanation," remarked Poirot.
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"It covers everything, and explains nothing.
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I shall keep my eye on our clever Dr.Bauerstein.".
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unit 234
"Any more faults to find with the evidence?"
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I inquired satirically.
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unit 238
"Oh, come now, Poirot!
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I won't cite Lawrence, or Mrs.Cavendish.
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But there's John—and Miss Howard, surely they were speaking the truth?"
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"Both of them, my friend?
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One, I grant you, but both——!".
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His words gave me an unpleasant shock.
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unit 246
"Do you really think so?"
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I asked.
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"Miss Howard had always seemed to me so essentially honest—almost uncomfortably so.".
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Poirot gave me a curious look, which I could not quite fathom.
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He seemed to speak, and then checked himself.
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"Miss Murdoch too," I continued, "there's nothing untruthful about her."
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"No.
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"Well, she's young.
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And she sleeps soundly.".
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"Ah, yes, indeed!
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She must be a famous sleeper, that one!".
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I realized the significance of this.
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unit 264
It was up to Poirot to make his boast good.
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Personally, I was not sanguine.
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Before very long we had all trooped into the drawing-room, the door of which Japp closed.
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Poirot politely set chairs for every one.
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The Scotland Yard men were the cynosure of all eyes.
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We had read of such things—now we ourselves were actors in the drama.
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And now, in this house, a murder had been committed.
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In front of us were "the detectives in charge of the case.".
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That object, it concerns Mr. Alfred Inglethorp.".
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Inglethorp shook his head sadly.
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"My poor wife," he murmured.
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"Poor Emily!
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It is terrible.".
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The two detectives fidgeted.
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Poirot went on.
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"Do you understand now, monsieur?"
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"No; What do you mean?"
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"I mean," said Poirot deliberately, "that you are suspected of poisoning your wife."
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A little gasp ran round the circle at this plain speaking.
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"Good heavens!"
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cried Inglethorp, starting up.
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"What a monstrous idea!
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I—poison my dearest Emily!".
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With a groan, Alfred Inglethorp sank down again and buried his face in his hands.
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Poirot approached and stood over him.
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"Speak!"
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he cried menacingly.
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With an effort, Inglethorp raised his face from his hands.
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Then, slowly and deliberately, he shook his head.
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"You will not speak?"
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"No.
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I do not believe that anyone could be so monstrous as to accuse me of what you say."
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Poirot nodded thoughtfully, like a man whose mind is made up.
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"Soit!"
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he said.
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"Then I must speak for you."
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Alfred Inglethorp sprang up again.
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"You?
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How can you speak?
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You do not know——" he broke off abruptly.
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Poirot turned to face us.
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"Mesdames and messieurs!
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I speak!
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Listen!
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There is absolutely no question as to the alibi!
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POIROT PAYS HIS DEBTS.

As we came out of the Stylites Arms, Poirot drew me aside by a gentle pressure of the arm.

I understood his object. He was waiting for the Scotland Yard men.

In a few moments, they emerged, and Poirot at once stepped forward, and accosted the shorter of the two.

"I fear you do not remember me, Inspector Japp.".

"Why, if it isn't Mr. Poirot!" cried the Inspector.

He turned to the other man. "You've heard me speak of Mr. Poirot? It was in 1904 he and I worked together—the Abercrombie forgery case—you remember, he was run down in Brussels.

Ah, those were great days, moosier.

Then, do you remember 'Baron' Altara? There was a pretty rogue for you!.

He eluded the clutches of half the police in Europe.

But we nailed him in Antwerp—thanks to Mr. Poirot here.".

As these friendly reminiscences were being indulged in, I drew nearer, and was introduced to Detective-Inspector Japp, who, in his turn, introduced us both to his companion, Superintendent Summerhaye.

"I need hardly ask what you are doing here, gentlemen," remarked Poirot.

Japp closed one eye knowingly.

"No, indeed. Pretty clear case I should say.".

But Poirot answered gravely:

"There I differ from you.".

"Oh, come!" said Summerhaye, opening his lips for the first time.

"Surely the whole thing is clear as daylight.

The man's caught red-handed.

How he could be such a fool beats me!".

But Japp was looking attentively at Poirot.

"Hold your fire, Summerhaye," he remarked jocularly.

"Me and Moosier here have met before—and there's no man's judgment I'd sooner take than his.

If I'm not greatly mistaken, he's got something up his sleeve.

Isn't that so, moosier?".

Poirot smiled.

"I have drawn certain conclusions—yes.".

Summerhaye was still looking rather sceptical, but Japp continued his scrutiny of Poirot.

"It's this way," he said, "so far, we've only seen the case from the outside.

That's where the Yard's at a disadvantage in a case of this kind, where the murder's only out, so to speak, after the inquest.

A lot depends on being on the spot first thing, and that's where Mr.Poirot's had the start of us.

We shouldn't have been here as soon as this even, if it hadn't been for the fact that there was a smart doctor on the spot, who gave us the tip through the Coroner.

But you've been on the spot from the first, and you may have picked up some little hints.

From the evidence at the inquest, Mr.Inglethorp murdered his wife as sure as I stand here, and if anyone but you hinted the contrary I'd laugh in his face.

I must say I was surprised the jury didn't bring it in Wilful Murder against him right off.

I think they would have, if it hadn't been for the Coroner—he seemed to be holding them back."

"Perhaps, though, you have a warrant for his arrest in your pocket now," suggested Poirot.

A kind of wooden shutter of officialdom came down from Japp's expressive countenance.

"Perhaps I have, and perhaps I haven't," he remarked dryly.

Poirot looked at him thoughtfully.

"I am very anxious, Messieurs, that he should not be arrested."

"I dare say," observed Summerhaye sarcastically.

Japp was regarding Poirot with comical perplexity.

"Can't you go a little further, Mr.Poirot? A wink's as good as a nod—from you. You've been on the spot—and the Yard doesn't want to make any mistakes, you know."

Poirot nodded gravely.

"That is exactly what I thought. Well, I will tell you this.

Use your warrant: Arrest Mr.Inglethorp.

But it will bring you no kudos—the case against him will be dismissed at once! Comme ca!" And he snapped his fingers expressively.

Japp's face grew grave, though Summerhaye gave an incredulous snort.

As for me, I was literally dumb with astonishment.

I could only conclude that Poirot was mad.

Japp had taken out a handkerchief, and was gently dabbing hisbrow.

"I daren't do it, Mr.Poirot.

I'd take your word, but there's others over me who'll be asking what the devil I mean by it.

Can't you give me a little more to go on?"

Poirot reflected a moment.

"It can be done," he said at last.

"I admit I do not wish it.

It forces my hand.

I would have preferred to work in the dark just for the present, but what you say is very just—the word of a Belgian policeman, whose day is past, is not enough! And Alfred Inglethorp must not be arrested.

That I have sworn, as my friend Hastings here knows.

See, then, my good Japp, you go at once to Styles?"

"Well, in about half an hour. We're seeing the Coroner and the doctor first."

"Good. Call for me in passing—the last house in the village.

I will go with you. At Styles, Mr.Inglethorp will give you, or if he refuses—as is probable—I will give you such proofs that shall satisfy you that the case against him could not possibly be sustained.

Is that a bargain?".

"That's a bargain," said Japp heartily.

"And, on behalf of the Yard, I'm much obliged to you, though I'm bound to confess I can't at present see the faintest possible loop-hole in the evidence, but you always were a marvel! So long, then, moosier.".

The two detectives strode away, Summerhaye with an incredulous grin on his face.

"Well, my friend," cried Poirot, before I could get in a word, "what do you think? Mon Dieu! I had some warm moments in that court; I did not figure to myself that the man would be so pig-headed as to refuse to say anything at all.

Decidedly, it was the policy of an imbecile.".

"H'm! There are other explanations besides that of imbecility," I remarked.

"For, if the case against him is true, how could he defend himself except by silence?".

"Why, in a thousand ingenious ways," cried Poirot.

"See; say that it is I who have committed this murder, I can think of seven most plausible stories! Far more convincing than Mr. Inglethorp's stony denials!".

I could not help laughing.

"My dear Poirot, I am sure you are capable of thinking of seventy! But, seriously, in spite of what I heard you say to the detectives, you surely cannot still believe in the possibility of Alfred Inglethorp's innocence?".

"Why not now as much as before? Nothing has changed.".

"But the evidence is so conclusive."

"Yes, too conclusive.".

We turned in at the gate of Leastways Cottage, and proceeded up the now familiar stairs.

"Yes, yes, too conclusive," continued Poirot, almost to himself.

"Real evidence is usually vague and unsatisfactory.

It has to be examined—sifted. But here the whole thing is cut and dried.
No, my friend, this evidence has been very cleverly manufactured—so cleverly that it has defeated its own ends.".

"How do you make that out?".

"Because, so long as the evidence against him was vague and intangible, it was very hard to disprove. But, in his anxiety, the criminal has drawn the net so closely that one cut will set Inglethorp free."

I was silent. And in a minute or two, Poirot continued:

"Let us look at the matter like this.

Here is a man, let us say, who sets out to poison his wife.

He has lived by his wits as the saying goes.

Presumably, therefore, he has some wits.

He is not altogether a fool. Well, how does he set about it? He goes boldly to the village chemist's and purchases strychnine under his own name, with a trumped up story about a dog which is bound to be proved absurd.

He does not employ the poison that night. No, he waits until he has had a violent quarrel with her, of which the whole household is cognisant, and which naturally directs their suspicions upon him.

He prepares no defence—no shadow of an alibi, yet he knows the chemist's assistant must necessarily come forward with the facts.

Bah! do not ask me to believe that any man could be so idiotic! Only a lunatic, who wished to commit suicide by causing himself to be hanged, would act so!".

"Still—I do not see—" I began.

"Neither do I see. I tell you, mon ami, it puzzles me. Me—Hercule Poirot!".

"But if you believe him innocent, how do you explain his buying the strychnine?"

"Very simply. He did not buy it.".

"But Mace recognized him!"

"I beg your pardon, he saw a man with a black beard like Mr. Inglethorp's, and wearing glasses like Mr. Inglethorp, and dressed in Mr. Inglethorp's rather noticeable clothes.

He could not recognize a man whom he had probably only seen in the distance, since, you remember, he himself had only been in the village a fortnight, and Mrs. Inglethorp dealt principally with Coot's in Tadminster.".

"Then you think——"

"Mon ami, do you remember the two points I laid stress upon?.

Leave the first one for the moment, what was the second?".

"The important fact that Alfred Inglethorp wears peculiar clothes, has a black beard, and uses glasses," I quoted.

"Exactly. Now suppose anyone wished to pass himself off as John or Lawrence Cavendish.
Would it be easy?".

"No," I said thoughtfully. "Of course an actor——".

But Poirot cut me short ruthlessly.

"And why would it not be easy? I will tell you, my friend: Because they are both clean-shaven men.

To make up successfully as one of these two in broad daylight, it would need an actor of genius, and a certain initial facial resemblance.

But in the case of Alfred Inglethorp, all that is changed.

His clothes, his beard, the glasses which hide his eyes—those are the salient points about his personal appearance.

Now, what is the first instinct of the criminal?.

To divert suspicion from himself, is it not so?

And how can he best do that? By throwing it on some one else.

In this instance, there was a man ready to his hand.

Everybody was predisposed to believe in Mr. Inglethorp's guilt.

It was a foregone conclusion that he would be suspected; but, to make it a sure thing there must be tangible proof—such as the actual buying of the poison, and that, with a man of the peculiar appearance of Mr. Inglethorp, was not difficult.

Remember, this young Mace had never actually spoken to Mr. Inglethorp.

How should he doubt that the man in his clothes, with his beard and his glasses, was not Alfred Inglethorp?".

"It may be so," I said, fascinated by Poirot's eloquence.

"But, if that was the case, why does he not say where he was at six o'clock on Monday evening?".

"Ah, why indeed?" said Poirot, calming down.

"If he were arrested, he probably would speak, but I do not want it to come to that.

I must make him see the gravity of his position.

There is, of course, something discreditable behind his silence.

If he did not murder his wife, he is, nevertheless, a scoundrel, and has something of his own to conceal, quite apart from the murder.".

"What can it be?" I mused, won over to Poirot's views for the moment, although still retaining a faint conviction that the obvious deduction was the correct one.

"Can you not guess?" asked Poirot, smiling.

"No, can you?"

"Oh, yes, I had a little idea sometime ago—and it has turned out to be correct.".

"You never told me," I said reproachfully.

Poirot spread out his hands apologetically.

"Pardon me, mon ami, you were not precisely sympathique.

" He turned to me earnestly. "Tell me—you see now that he must not be arrested?".

"Perhaps," I said doubtfully, for I was really quite indifferent to the fate of Alfred Inglethorp, and thought that a good fright would do him no harm.

Poirot, who was watching me intently, gave a sigh.

"Come, my friend," he said, changing the subject, "apart from Mr. Inglethorp, how did the evidence at the inquest strike you?".

"Oh, pretty much what I expected.".

"Did nothing strike you as peculiar about it?".

My thoughts flew to Mary Cavendish, and I hedged:

"In what way?".

"Well, Mr. Lawrence Cavendish's evidence for instance?"

I was relieved.

"Oh, Lawrence! No, I don't think so. He's always a nervous chap.".

"His suggestion that his mother might have been poisoned accidentally by means of the tonic she was taking, that did not strike you as strange—hein?".

"No, I can't say it did.

The doctors ridiculed it of course.

But it was quite a natural suggestion for a layman to make.".

"But Monsieur Lawrence is not a layman.

You told me yourself that he had started by studying medicine, and that he had taken his degree.".

"Yes, that's true. I never thought of that." I was rather startled. "It is odd.".

Poirot nodded.

"From the first, his behaviour has been peculiar.

Of all the household, he alone would be likely to recognize the symptoms of strychnine poisoning, and yet we find him the only member of the family to uphold strenuously the theory of death from natural causes.

If it had been Monsieur John, I could have understood it.

He has no technical knowledge, and is by nature unimaginative.

But Monsieur Lawrence—no! And now, to-day, he puts forward a suggestion that he himself must have known was ridiculous.

There is food for thought in this, mon ami!".

"It's very confusing," I agreed.

"Then there is Mrs. Cavendish," continued Poirot.

"That's another who is not telling all she knows! What do you make of her attitude?".

"I don't know what to make of it. It seems inconceivable that she should be shielding Alfred Inglethorp. Yet that is what it looks like."

Poirot nodded reflectively.

"Yes, it is queer. One thing is certain, she overheard a good deal more of that 'private conversation' than she was willing to admit.".

"And yet she is the last person one would accuse of stooping to eavesdrop!".

"Exactly. One thing her evidence has shown me. I made a mistake. Dorcas was quite right. The quarrel did take place earlier in the afternoon, about four o'clock, as she said."

I looked at him curiously. I had never understood his insistence on that point.

"Yes, a good deal that was peculiar came out to-day," continued Poirot.

"Dr.Bauerstein, now, what was he doing up and dressed at that hour in the morning? It is astonishing to me that no one commented on the fact.".

"He has insomnia, I believe," I said doubtfully.

"Which is a very good, or a very bad explanation," remarked Poirot. "It covers everything, and explains nothing. I shall keep my eye on our clever Dr.Bauerstein.".

"Any more faults to find with the evidence?" I inquired satirically.

"Mon ami," replied Poirot gravely, "when you find that people are not telling you the truth—look out!.

Now, unless I am much mistaken, at the inquest to-day only one—at most, two persons were speaking the truth without reservation or subterfuge.".

"Oh, come now, Poirot! I won't cite Lawrence, or Mrs.Cavendish.

But there's John—and Miss Howard, surely they were speaking the truth?"

"Both of them, my friend? One, I grant you, but both——!".

His words gave me an unpleasant shock.

Miss Howard's evidence, unimportant as it was, had been given in such a downright straightforward manner that it had never occurred to me to doubt her sincerity.

Still, I had a great respect for Poirot's sagacity—except on the occasions when he was what I described to myself as "foolishly pig-headed.".

"Do you really think so?" I asked.

"Miss Howard had always seemed to me so essentially honest—almost uncomfortably so.".

Poirot gave me a curious look, which I could not quite fathom.

He seemed to speak, and then checked himself.

"Miss Murdoch too," I continued, "there's nothing untruthful about her."

"No. But it was strange that she never heard a sound, sleeping next door;
whereas Mrs.Cavendish, in the other wing of the building, distinctly heard the table fall.".

"Well, she's young. And she sleeps soundly.".

"Ah, yes, indeed! She must be a famous sleeper, that one!".

I did not quite like the tone of his voice, but at that moment a smart knock reached our ears, and looking out of the window we perceived the two detectives waiting for us below.

Poirot seized his hat, gave a ferocious twist to his moustache, and, carefully brushing an imaginary speck of dust from his sleeve, motioned me to precede him down the stairs; there we joined the detectives and set out for Styles.

I think the appearance of the two Scotland Yard men was rather a shock—especially to John, though of course after the verdict, he had realized that it was only a matter of time.

Still, the presence of the detectives brought the truth home to him more than anything else could have done.

Poirot had conferred with Japp in a low tone on the way up, and it was the latter functionary who requested that the household, with the exception of the servants, should be assembled together in the drawing-room.

I realized the significance of this. It was up to Poirot to make his boast good.

Personally, I was not sanguine. Poirot might have excellent reasons for his belief in Inglethorp's innocence, but a man of the type of Summerhaye would require tangible proofs, and these I doubted if Poirot could supply.

Before very long we had all trooped into the drawing-room, the door of which Japp closed.

Poirot politely set chairs for every one.

The Scotland Yard men were the cynosure of all eyes.

I think that for the first time we realized that the thing was not a bad dream, but a tangible reality.

We had read of such things—now we ourselves were actors in the drama.

To-morrow the daily papers, all over England, would blazon out the news in staring headlines:

"MYSTERIOUS TRAGEDY IN ESSEX"
"WEALTHY LADY POISONED".

There would be pictures of Styles, snap-shots of "The family leaving the Inquest"—the village photographer had not been idle!.

All the things that one had read a hundred times—things that happen to other people, not to oneself.

And now, in this house, a murder had been committed. In front of us were "the detectives in charge of the case.".

The well-known glib phraseology passed rapidly through my mind in the interval before Poirot opened the proceedings.

I think every one was a little surprised that it should be he and not one of the official detectives who took the initiative.

"Mesdames and messieurs," said Poirot, bowing as though he were a celebrity about to deliver a lecture, "I have asked you to come here all together, for a certain object.

That object, it concerns Mr. Alfred Inglethorp.".

Inglethorp was sitting a little by himself—I think, unconsciously, every one had drawn his chair slightly away from him—and he gave a faint start as Poirot pronounced his name.

"Mr.Inglethorp," said Poirot, addressing him directly, "a very dark shadow is resting on this house—the shadow of murder.".

Inglethorp shook his head sadly.

"My poor wife," he murmured. "Poor Emily! It is terrible.".

"I do not think, monsieur," said Poirot pointedly, "that you quite realize how terrible it may be—for you.".

And as Inglethorp did not appear to understand, he added: "Mr.Inglethorp, you are standing in very grave danger."

The two detectives fidgeted. I saw the official caution "Anything you say will be used in evidence against you," actually hovering on Summerhaye's lips.

Poirot went on.

"Do you understand now, monsieur?"

"No; What do you mean?"

"I mean," said Poirot deliberately, "that you are suspected of poisoning your wife."

A little gasp ran round the circle at this plain speaking.

"Good heavens!" cried Inglethorp, starting up. "What a monstrous idea! I—poison my dearest Emily!".

"I do not think"—Poirot watched him narrowly—"that you quite realize the unfavourable nature of your evidence at the inquest.

Mr.Inglethorp, knowing what I have now told you, do you still refuse to say where you were at six o'clock on Monday afternoon?"

With a groan, Alfred Inglethorp sank down again and buried his face in his hands.

Poirot approached and stood over him.

"Speak!" he cried menacingly.

With an effort, Inglethorp raised his face from his hands.

Then, slowly and deliberately, he shook his head.

"You will not speak?"

"No. I do not believe that anyone could be so monstrous as to accuse me of what you say."

Poirot nodded thoughtfully, like a man whose mind is made up.

"Soit!" he said. "Then I must speak for you."

Alfred Inglethorp sprang up again.

"You? How can you speak? You do not know——" he broke off abruptly.

Poirot turned to face us. "Mesdames and messieurs! I speak! Listen! I, Hercule Poirot, affirm that the man who entered the chemist's shop, and purchased strychnine at six o'clock on Monday last was not Mr.Inglethorp, for at six o'clock on that day Mr.Inglethorp was escorting Mrs. Raikes back to her home from a neighbouring farm.

I can produce no less than five witnesses to swear to having seen them together, either at six or just after and, as you may know, the Abbey Farm, Mrs.Raikes's home, is at least two and a half miles distant from the village.

There is absolutely no question as to the alibi!".