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Chapter VIII. Fresh Suspicions
Ididnotwanttomentionthenameofthepersonwhowasactuallyinmymind.MissHowardoccupiedverymuchthesameposition,soIusedhernameinstead.”
“Still,Mrs.Inglethorpmighthavedoneso.Why,thatwill,madeontheafternoonofherdeathmay——”
ButPoirot’sshakeoftheheadwassoenergeticthatIstopped.
“No,myfriend.Ihavecertainlittleideasofmyownaboutthatwill.ButIcantellyouthismuch—itwasnotinMissHoward’sfavour.”
Iacceptedhisassurance,thoughIdidnotreallyseehowhecouldbesopositiveaboutthematter.
“Well,”Isaid,withasigh,“wewillacquitMissHoward,then.ItispartlyyourfaultthatIevercametosuspecther.Itwaswhatyousaidaboutherevidenceattheinquestthatsetmeoff.”
Poirotlookedpuzzled.
“WhatdidIsayaboutherevidenceattheinquest?”
“Don’tyouremember?WhenIcitedherandJohnCavendishasbeingabovesuspicion?”
“Oh—ah—yes.”Heseemedalittleconfused,butrecoveredhimself.“Bytheway,Hastings,thereissomethingIwantyoutodoforme.”
“Certainly.Whatisit?”
“NexttimeyouhappentobealonewithLawrenceCavendish,Iwantyoutosaythistohim.‘Ihaveamessageforyou,fromPoirot.Hesays:“Findtheextracoffee-cup,andyoucanrestinpeace!”’Nothingmore.Nothingless.”
“‘Findtheextracoffee-cup,andyoucanrestinpeace.’Isthatright?”Iasked,muchmystified.
“Excellent.”
“Butwhatdoesitmean?”
“Ah,thatIwillleaveyoutofindout.Youhaveaccesstothefacts.
