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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.
