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Chapter VIII. Fresh Suspicions
“ThisisEvelynHoward!AndsheisonthesideofJustice!Letthecostbewhatitmay.”Andwiththesewords,shewalkedfirmlyoutoftheroom.
“There,”saidPoirot,lookingafterher,“goesaveryvaluableally.Thatwoman,Hastings,hasgotbrainsaswellasaheart.”
Ididnotreply.
“Instinctisamarvellousthing,”musedPoirot.“Itcanneitherbeexplainednorignored.”
“YouandMissHowardseemtoknowwhatyouaretalkingabout,”Iobservedcoldly.“Perhapsyoudon’trealizethatIamstillinthedark.”
“Really?Isthatso,monami?”
“Yes.Enlightenme,willyou?”
Poirotstudiedmeattentivelyforamomentortwo.Then,tomyintensesurprise,heshookhisheaddecidedly.
“No,myfriend.”
“Oh,lookhere,whynot?”
“Twoisenoughforasecret.”
“Well,Ithinkitisveryunfairtokeepbackfactsfromme.”
“Iamnotkeepingbackfacts.EveryfactthatIknowisinyourpossession.Youcandrawyourowndeductionsfromthem.Thistimeitisaquestionofideas.”
“Still,itwouldbeinterestingtoknow.”
Poirotlookedatmeveryearnestly,andagainshookhishead.
“Yousee,”hesaidsadly,“youhavenoinstincts.”
“Itwasintelligenceyouwererequiringjustnow,”Ipointedout.
“Thetwooftengotogether,”saidPoirotenigmatically.
TheremarkseemedsoutterlyirrelevantthatIdidnoteventakethetroubletoanswerit
