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Chapter VIII. Fresh Suspicions

           Justsaythattohim,andseewhathesays.”

           “Verywell—butit’sallextremelymysterious.”

           WewererunningintoTadminsternow,andPoirotdirectedthecartothe“AnalyticalChemist.”

           Poirothoppeddownbriskly,andwentinside.Inafewminuteshewasbackagain.

           “There,”hesaid.“Thatisallmybusiness.”

           “Whatwereyoudoingthere?”Iasked,inlivelycuriosity.

           “Ileftsomethingtobeanalysed.”

           “Yes,butwhat?”

           “ThesampleofcocoaItookfromthesaucepaninthebedroom.”

           “Butthathasalreadybeentested!”Icried,stupefied.“Dr.Bauersteinhadittested,andyouyourselflaughedatthepossibilityoftherebeingstrychnineinit.”

           “IknowDr.Bauersteinhadittested,”repliedPoirotquietly.

           “Well,then?”

           “Well,Ihaveafancyforhavingitanalysedagain,thatisall.”

           AndnotanotherwordonthesubjectcouldIdragoutofhim.

           ThisproceedingofPoirot’s,inrespectofthecocoa,puzzledmeintensely.Icouldseeneitherrhymenorreasoninit.However,myconfidenceinhim,whichatonetimehadratherwaned,wasfullyrestoredsincehisbeliefinAlfredInglethorp’sinnocencehadbeensotriumphantlyvindicated.

           ThefuneralofMrs.Inglethorptookplacethefollowingday,andonMonday,asIcamedowntoalatebreakfast,Johndrewmeaside,andinformedmethatMr.Inglethorpwasleavingthatmorning,totakeuphisquartersattheStylitesArmsuntilheshouldhavecompletedhisplans.

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