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Chapter VIII. Fresh Suspicions
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“Importance?Itisofthefirstimportance!SoDr.BauersteinwashereonTuesdaynight—thenightofthemurder.Hastings,doyounotsee?Thatalterseverything—everything!”
Ihadneverseenhimsoupset.Looseninghisholdofme,hemechanicallystraightenedapairofcandlesticks,stillmurmuringtohimself:“Yes,thatalterseverything—everything.”
Suddenlyheseemedtocometoadecision.
“Allons!”hesaid.“Wemustactatonce.WhereisMr.Cavendish?”
Johnwasinthesmoking-room.Poirotwentstraighttohim.
“Mr.Cavendish,IhavesomeimportantbusinessinTadminster.Anewclue.MayItakeyourmotor?”
“Why,ofcourse.Doyoumeanatonce?”
“Ifyouplease.”
Johnrangthebell,andorderedroundthecar.Inanothertenminutes,wewereracingdowntheparkandalongthehighroadtoTadminster.
“Now,Poirot,”Iremarkedresignedly,“perhapsyouwilltellmewhatallthisisabout?”
“Well,monami,agooddealyoucanguessforyourself.Ofcourseyourealizethat,nowMr.Inglethorpisoutofit,thewholepositionisgreatlychanged.Wearefacetofacewithanentirelynewproblem.Weknownowthatthereisonepersonwhodidnotbuythepoison.Wehaveclearedawaythemanufacturedclues.Nowfortherealones.Ihaveascertainedthatanyoneinthehousehold,withtheexceptionofMrs.Cavendish,whowasplayingtenniswithyou,couldhavepersonatedMr.InglethorponMondayevening.Inthesameway,wehavehisstatementthatheputthecoffeedowninthehall.
