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Chapter IX. Dr. Bauerstein
Voicesrosenearathand,forteawasspreadoutunderthesycamore-tree,asithadbeenonthedayofmyarrival.
Cynthiawasbackfromthehospital,andIplacedmychairbesideher,andtoldherofPoirot’swishtovisitthedispensary.
“Ofcourse!I’dlovehimtoseeit.He’dbettercometoteathereoneday.Imustfixitupwithhim.He’ssuchadearlittleman!Butheisfunny.Hemademetakethebroochoutofmytietheotherday,andputitinagain,becausehesaiditwasn’tstraight.”
Ilaughed.
“It’squiteamaniawithhim.”
“Yes,isn’tit?”
Weweresilentforaminuteortwo,andthen,glancinginthedirectionofMaryCavendish,anddroppinghervoice,Cynthiasaid:
“Mr.Hastings.”
“Yes?”
“Aftertea,Iwanttotalktoyou.”
HerglanceatMaryhadsetmethinking.Ifanciedthatbetweenthesetwothereexistedverylittlesympathy.Forthefirsttime,itoccurredtometowonderaboutthegirl’sfuture.Mrs.Inglethorphadmadenoprovisionsofanykindforher,butIimaginedthatJohnandMarywouldprobablyinsistonhermakingherhomewiththem—atanyrateuntiltheendofthewar.John,Iknew,wasveryfondofher,andwouldbesorrytolethergo.
John,whohadgoneintothehouse,nowreappeared.Hisgood-naturedfaceworeanunaccustomedfrownofanger.
“Confoundthosedetectives!Ican’tthinkwhatthey’reafter!They’vebeenineveryroominthehouse—turningthingsinsideout,andupsidedown.Itreallyistoobad!Isupposetheytookadvantageofourallbeingout.
