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Chapter VII. Poirot Pays His Debts

           

           “Mypoorwife,”hemurmured.“PoorEmily!Itisterrible.”

           “Idonotthink,monsieur,”saidPoirotpointedly,“thatyouquiterealizehowterribleitmaybe—foryou.”AndasInglethorpdidnotappeartounderstand,headded:“Mr.Inglethorp,youarestandinginverygravedanger.”

           Thetwodetectivesfidgeted.Isawtheofficialcaution“Anythingyousaywillbeusedinevidenceagainstyou,”actuallyhoveringonSummerhaye’slips.Poirotwenton.

           “Doyouunderstandnow,monsieur?”

           “No.Whatdoyoumean?”

           “Imean,”saidPoirotdeliberately,“thatyouaresuspectedofpoisoningyourwife.”

           Alittlegaspranroundthecircleatthisplainspeaking.

           “Goodheavens!”criedInglethorp,startingup.“Whatamonstrousidea!I—poisonmydearestEmily!”

           “Idonotthink”—Poirotwatchedhimnarrowly—“thatyouquiterealizetheunfavourablenatureofyourevidenceattheinquest.Mr.Inglethorp,knowingwhatIhavenowtoldyou,doyoustillrefusetosaywhereyouwereatsixo’clockonMondayafternoon?”

           Withagroan,AlfredInglethorpsankdownagainandburiedhisfaceinhishands.Poirotapproachedandstoodoverhim.

           “Speak!”hecriedmenacingly.

           Withaneffort,Inglethorpraisedhisfacefromhishands.Then,slowlyanddeliberately,heshookhishead.

           “Youwillnotspeak?”

           “No.Idonotbelievethatanyonecouldbesomonstrousastoaccusemeofwhatyousay.”

           Poirotnoddedthoughtfully,likeamanwhosemindismadeup.

           “Soit!”hesaid.“ThenImustspeakforyou

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