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“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.”

 

“Come,” he said, “now to examine the coffee-cups!”

 

“Oh, Lawrence! No, I don’t think so. He’s always a nervous chap.”

 

“On top of the wardrobe.” Then she hurriedly left the room.

 

I stared at him. Surely the war had affected the little man’s brain. He was carefully engaged in brushing his coat before putting it on, and seemed wholly engrossed in the task.

 

“What are you doing with my trunk?” I turned to see that the maid, Jane Mason, had just entered the room.

 

Dear Sir: I shall be obliged if you will call upon me at your earliest convenience. Yours faithfully, Ebenezer Halliday. The connection was not clear to my mind, and I looked inquiringly at Poirot. For answer he took up the newspaper and read aloud:

 

“I think,” he said gently, “that I can find Narky’s pal for you, all right.”

 

Doors banged; a stentorian voice shouted: “Plymouth only. Change for Torquay. Plymouth next stop.” Then a whistle blew, and the train drew slowly out of the station.

 

“One hundred thousand dollars’ worth of jewelry is a very good motive for anyone. No, the question to my mind is: why kill her? Why not simply steal the jewels? She would not prosecute.”

 

“Can we? Can I get a photograph of it, do you think?”

 

“There’s something more, though,” he insisted. “Miss Beddingfeld got the cabin, but this morning I saw Chichester coming out of it in a furtive sort of way.”

 

A whistle sounded. Sir Eustace picked up the tube, listened for a minute or two, then answered:

 

“That’s it! Where the murder took place. But perhaps you wouldn’t like——”

 

“What do you torment me for? Why are you mocking at me? Why do you say that—laughing into your hair?”

 

 

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