He'd better come to tea there one day
fix it up
He's such
dear little man ! But
funny
me
brooch out
tie the other day, and put it in again, because
it wasn't straight
'' I laughed

"It's quite
mania
''
"Yes, isn't it ? ''
We were silent for
minute or two, and then, glancing
direction of Mary Cavendish, and dropping her voice, Cynthia said:
" Mr Hastings
''
"Yes ? ''
"After tea,
''
Her glance at Mary had set me thinking
I fancied that
two there existed very little sympathy
first time, it occurred
to wonder
girl's future
Mrs Inglethorp had made no provisions of any kind for her, but I imagined that John and Mary would probably insist on her making her home
-- at any rate until the end
war
John,
, was very fond of her, and
sorry to let her go

John, who had gone
house, now reappeared
His good-natured face wore an unaccustomed frown of anger

"Confound those detectives !
't think what they're after ! They've been in every room
house -- turning things inside out, and upside down
It really is too bad ! I suppose they took advantage
all being out
go
fellow Japp, when I next see him ! ''
"Lot of Paul Prys,'' grunted Miss Howard

Lawrence opined
had
show of doing something

Mary Cavendish said nothing

After tea, I invited Cynthia
for
walk, and we sauntered off
woods together

"Well ? '' I inquired,
we were protected from prying eyes
leafy screen

With
sigh, Cynthia flung herself down, and tossed off her hat
The sunlight, piercing
branches, turned the auburn of her hair to quivering gold

" Mr Hastings --
always so kind, and
such
lot
''
It struck me
moment that Cynthia was really
very charming girl ! Much more charming than Mary, who never said things
kind

"Well ? '' I asked benignantly, as she hesitated

"
to ask your advice
What shall
? ''
"Do ? ''
"Yes
, Aunt Emily always told me
provided for
I suppose she forgot, or didn't think she was likely to die -- anyway,
not provided for ! And I don't know what
I ought
away from here at once ? ''
"Good heavens, no ! They don't want to part
, I'm sure
''
Cynthia hesitated
moment, plucking up the grass with her tiny hands
Then she said: " Mrs Cavendish does
She hates me
''
"Hates you ? '' I cried, astonished

Cynthia nodded

"Yes
I don't know why, but
't bear me; and
't, either
''
"There
you're wrong,''
warmly
"
contrary, John is very fond of you
''
"Oh, yes -- John
I meant Lawrence
Not,
, that I care whether Lawrence hates me or not
Still, it's rather horrid when no one loves you, isn't it ? ''
"But
, Cynthia dear,''
earnestly
"I'm sure
mistaken
Look,
John -- and Miss Howard -- ''
Cynthia nodded rather gloomily
"Yes, John likes me,
, and
Evie, for all her gruff ways, wouldn't be unkind to
fly
But Lawrence never speaks
if
help it, and Mary can hardly bring herself
civil
She wants Evie to stay on, is begging her to, but she doesn't want me, and -- and -- I don't know what
'' Suddenly the poor child burst out crying

I don't know what possessed me
Her beauty, perhaps, as she sat there,
sunlight glinting down on her head; perhaps the sense of relief at encountering someone who so obviously
no connection
tragedy; perhaps honest pity for her youth and loneliness
Anyway, I leant forward, and taking her little hand,
awkwardly:
"Marry me, Cynthia
''
Unwittingly, I had hit upon
sovereign remedy for her tears
She sat up at once, drew her hand away, and said, with some asperity:
"Don't be silly ! ''
little annoyed

"I'm not being silly
asking you
me the honour of becoming my wife
''
To my intense surprise, Cynthia burst out laughing, and called me
"funny dear
''
"It's perfectly sweet of you,'' she said, "but
you don't want to ! ''
"Yes,
I've got -- ''
"Never mind what you've got
You don't really want to -- and I don't either
''
"Well,
, that settles it,''
stiffly
"But I don't see anything to laugh at
There's nothing funny about
proposal
''
"No, indeed,'' said Cynthia
"Somebody might accept you
Good-bye, you've cheered me up
''
And, with
final uncontrollable burst of merriment, she vanished
trees

Thinking over the interview, it struck me as being profoundly unsatisfactory

It occurred
suddenly that
go down
village, and look up Bauerstein
Somebody
keeping an eye
fellow
same time, it
wise to allay any suspicions
as
being suspected
I remembered how Poirot had relied on my diplomacy
Accordingly, I went
little house
"Apartments'' card inserted
window, where
he lodged, and tapped
door

An old woman came and opened it

"Good afternoon,''
pleasantly
"Is Dr
Bauerstein in ? ''
She stared at me

"Haven't you heard ? ''
"Heard what ? ''
"About him
''
"What about him ? ''
"He's took
''
"Took ? Dead ? ''
"No, took
perlice
''
"
police ! '' I gasped
"
they've arrested him ? ''
"Yes, that's it, and -- ''
I waited to hear no more, but tore up the village
Poirot