You observed
had
piece of twisted wire
handle
That suggested
at once
had possibly been wrenched off
flimsy key-ring
Now,
lost and recovered, Mrs Inglethorp would at once have replaced it on her bunch; but on her bunch
obviously the duplicate key, very new and bright, which led me
hypothesis that somebody else had inserted the original key
lock
despatch-case
'' "Yes,''
, "Alfred Inglethorp, without doubt
''
Poirot looked at me curiously

"
very sure
guilt ? ''
"Well, naturally
Every fresh circumstance seems to establish it more clearly
''
"
contrary,'' said Poirot quietly, "
several points
favour
''
"Oh, come now ! ''
"Yes
''
"
''
"
? ''
"That
not
house last night
''
" 'Bad shot ! '
English say !
chosen the one point that to my mind tells against him
''
"How
? ''
"Because if Mr Inglethorp knew that his wife
poisoned last night,
certainly have arranged
away
house
His excuse was an obviously trumped up one
That leaves us two possibilities: either
going to happen or he had
reason
own
absence
''
"
reason ? '' I asked sceptically

Poirot shrugged his shoulders

"How should
? Discreditable, without doubt
This Mr Inglethorp,
say, is somewhat of
scoundrel -- but
of necessity make him
murderer
''
I shook my head, unconvinced

"
agree, eh ? '' said Poirot
"Well,
leave it
Time will show which of us is right
Now
turn to other aspects
case
What
make
fact that all the doors
bedroom were bolted
inside ? ''
"Well -- -- '' I considered
"One must look at it logically
''
"True
''
"
put it
The doors were bolted -- our own eyes have told us that -- yet the presence
candle grease
floor,
destruction
will, prove that during the night some one entered the room
You agree
? ''
"Perfectly
Put with admirable clearness
Proceed
''
"Well,''
, encouraged, "
person who entered
window, nor by miraculous means, it follows
door must
opened from inside by Mrs Inglethorp herself
That strengthens the conviction
person
was her husband
naturally open the door to her own husband
''
Poirot shook his head

"Why should she ? She had bolted the door leading into his room --
most unusual proceeding on her part -- she had had
most violent quarrel
that very afternoon
No, he
last person
admit
''
"But you agree with me
door must
opened by Mrs Inglethorp herself ? ''
"
another possibility
She
forgotten to bolt the door
passage when she went to bed,
got up later, towards morning, and bolted it then
''
"Poirot,
seriously your opinion ? ''
"No,
so, but it
Now,
to another feature, what
make
scrap of conversation you overheard between Mrs Cavendish and her mother-in-law ? ''
"I had forgotten that,''
thoughtfully
"
as enigmatical as ever
It seems incredible that
woman like Mrs Cavendish, proud and reticent
last degree, should interfere so violently in
certainly not her affair
''
"Precisely
an astonishing thing for
woman of her breeding
''
"
certainly curious,'' I agreed
"Still,
unimportant, and
taken into account
''
groan burst from Poirot

"What have I always told you ? Everything
taken into account
fact will not fit the theory -- let the theory go
''
"Well,
see,''
, nettled

"Yes,
see
''
We had reached Leastways Cottage, and Poirot ushered me upstairs
own room
He offered me
tiny Russian cigarettes he himself occasionally smoked
amused to notice that he stowed away the used matches most carefully in
little china pot
My momentary annoyance vanished

Poirot had placed our two chairs in front
open window which commanded
view
village street
The fresh air blew in warm and pleasant
going
hot day

Suddenly my attention was arrested by
weedy looking young man rushing down the street at
great pace
It
expression
face that was extraordinary --
curious mingling of terror and agitation

"Look, Poirot ! ''

He leant forward

"Tiens ! ''
"
Mr Mace,
chemist's shop
coming here
''
The young man came to
halt before Leastways Cottage, and, after hesitating
moment, pounded vigorously
door

"A little minute,'' cried Poirot
window
"I come
''
Motioning
him, he ran swiftly down the stairs and opened the door
Mr Mace began at once

"Oh, Mr Poirot, I'm sorry
inconvenience, but I heard that you'd just come back
Hall ? ''
"Yes,
''
The young man moistened his dry lips
His face was working curiously

"It's all over the village about old Mrs Inglethorp dying so suddenly
say -- '' he lowered his voice cautiously -- "
's poison ? ''
Poirot's face remained quite impassive

"Only the doctors can tell us that, Mr Mace
''
"Yes, exactly --
-- -- '' The young man hesitated, and then his agitation was
for him
He clutched Poirot
arm, and sank his voice to
whisper: "Just tell me this, Mr Poirot, it isn't -- it isn't strychnine,
? ''
I hardly heard what Poirot replied
Something evidently of
non-committal nature
The young man departed, and as he closed the door Poirot's eyes met mine

"Yes,''
, nodding gravely
"
evidence
inquest
''
We went slowly upstairs again
opening my lips, when Poirot stopped me with
gesture
hand

"Not now, not now, mon ami
need of reflection
My mind is in some disorder --
not well
''
For about ten minutes he sat in dead silence, perfectly still, except for several expressive motions
eyebrows, and all the time his eyes grew steadily greener
At last he heaved
deep sigh

"
well
The bad moment has passed
Now all is arranged and classified
One must never permit confusion
The case
clear yet -- no
is
most complicated ! It puzzles me
Me, Hercule Poirot !
two facts of significance
''
"And
they ? ''
"The first
state
weather yesterday
''
"But
glorious day ! '' I interrupted
"Poirot, you're pulling my leg ! ''
"Not at all
The thermometer registered 80o
shade
forget that, my friend
key
whole riddle ! ''
"
second point ? '' I asked

"The important fact that Monsieur Inglethorp wears very peculiar clothes, has
black beard, and uses glasses
''
"Poirot,
believe
serious
''
"
absolutely serious, my friend
''
"But
childish ! ''
"No,
very momentous
''
"And supposing the Coroner's jury returns
verdict of Wilful Murder against Alfred Inglethorp
What becomes of your theories, then ? ''
"They
shaken because twelve stupid men had happened
mistake ! But
occur
,
country jury
anxious
responsibility upon itself, and Mr Inglethorp stands practically
position of local squire
Also,'' he added placidly, "I
allow it ! ''
"
allow it ? ''
"No
''
I looked
extraordinary little man, divided between annoyance and amusement
so tremendously sure of himself
he read my thoughts, he nodded gently

"Oh, yes, mon ami,
do what
'' He got up and laid his hand on my shoulder
His physiognomy underwent
complete change
Tears came into his eyes
"In all this,
,
poor Mrs Inglethorp
dead
She was not extravagantly loved -- no
But she was
Belgians -- I owe her
debt
''
I endeavoured to interrupt, but Poirot swept on

"Let me tell you this, Hastings
never forgive me if I let Alfred Inglethorp, her husband, be arrested now -- when
word from me could save him ! ''