mind at all
'' "Then she certainly did mind
,'' remarked Poirot
"
like that -- les femmes ! ''
"What you say about Lawrence is
great surprise
,''

"But why ?
most obvious
Monsieur Lawrence
sour face every time Mademoiselle Cynthia spoke and laughed
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
conclusion that Mademoiselle Cynthia knew something
nearly driven desperate
First he crushed the coffee-cup to powder under his feet, remembering that she had gone up
mother the night before, and he determined that there
no chance of testing its contents
Thenceforward, he strenuously, and quite uselessly, upheld the theory of 'Death from natural causes'
''
"And what
'extra coffee-cup' ? ''
"
fairly certain
Mrs Cavendish who had hidden it, but I had
sure
Monsieur Lawrence
know at all what I meant; but, on reflection,
conclusion that if
find an extra coffee-cup anywhere his lady love
cleared of suspicion
And
perfectly right
''
"
more
What did Mrs Inglethorp mean by her dying words ? ''
"They were,
, an accusation against her husband
''
"Dear me, Poirot,''
with
sigh, "
explained everything
it has all ended so happily
Even John
wife are reconciled
''
"Thanks
''
"How
-- thanks
? ''
"My dear friend,
not
simply and solely the trial
brought them together again ? That John Cavendish still loved his wife,
convinced
Also, that she was equally in love
But they had drifted very far apart
It all arose from
misunderstanding
She married him without love
it
sensitive man
way,
force himself upon her if she
want him
And, as he withdrew, her love awoke
But
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
remember the day of John Cavendish's arrest,
found me deliberating over
big decision ? ''
"Yes, I quite understood your distress
''
"Pardon me, mon ami, but
understand it
least
trying to decide whether or not
clear John Cavendish at once
cleared him -- though it
meant
failure to convict the real criminals
They were entirely
dark
my real attitude
very last moment -- which partly accounts
success
''
"
that
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
passed
brought these two proud souls together again
''
I looked at Poirot in silent amazement
The colossal cheek
little man ! Who on earth but Poirot
thought of
trial for murder as
restorer of conjugal happiness !
"I perceive your thoughts, mon ami,'' said Poirot, smiling at me
"No one but Hercule Poirot
attempted such
thing ! And
wrong in condemning it
The happiness of one man and one woman
greatest thing in all the world
''
His words took me back to earlier events
I remembered Mary as she lay white and exhausted
sofa, listening, listening
There had come the sound
bell below
She had started up
Poirot had opened the door, and meeting her agonized eyes had nodded gently
"Yes, madame,''
"
brought him back
'' 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
arms

"Perhaps
right, Poirot,''
gently
"Yes,
greatest thing
''
Suddenly,
tap
door, and Cynthia peeped in

"I -- I only -- -- ''
"Come in,''
, springing up

She came in, but
sit down

"I -- only wanted
you something -- -- ''
"Yes ? ''
Cynthia fidgeted with
little tassel for some moments, then, suddenly exclaiming: "You dears ! '' kissed first me and then Poirot, and rushed
room again

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

very nice
kissed by Cynthia, but the publicity
salute rather impaired the pleasure

"It means that she has discovered Monsieur Lawrence
dislike her
as she thought,'' replied Poirot philosophically

"But -- -- ''
"Here
''
Lawrence
moment passed the door

"Eh ! Monsieur Lawrence,'' called Poirot
"
congratulate you,
not so ? ''
Lawrence blushed, and then smiled awkwardly

man in love is
sorry spectacle
Now Cynthia had looked charming

I sighed

"
it, mon ami ? ''
"Nothing,''
sadly
"
two delightful women ! ''
"And neither
is
? '' finished Poirot
"Never mind
Console yourself, my friend
hunt together again, who knows ? And then -- -- ''