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           TheyareallbusilybatteringatMrs.Inglethorp’sdoor.ItoccurstonobodythatMrs.Cavendishhasnotarrivedwiththerest,but—andthisissignificant—Icanfindnoonewhosawhercomefromtheotherwing.”HelookedatMaryCavendish.“AmIright,madame?”

           Shebowedherhead.

           “Quiteright,monsieur.Youunderstandthat,ifIhadthoughtIwoulddomyhusbandanygoodbyrevealingthesefacts,Iwouldhavedoneso.Butitdidnotseemtometobearuponthequestionofhisguiltorinnocence.”

           “Inasense,thatiscorrect,madame.Butitclearedmymindofmanymisconceptions,andleftmefreetoseeotherfactsintheirtruesignificance.”

           “Thewill!”criedLawrence.“Thenitwasyou,Mary,whodestroyedthewill?”

           Sheshookherhead,andPoirotshookhisalso.

           “No,”hesaidquietly.“Thereisonlyonepersonwhocouldpossiblyhavedestroyedthatwill—Mrs.Inglethorpherself!”

           “Impossible!”Iexclaimed.“Shehadonlymadeitoutthatveryafternoon!”

           “Nevertheless,monami,itwasMrs.Inglethorp.Because,innootherwaycanyouaccountforthefactthat,ononeofthehottestdaysoftheyear,Mrs.Inglethorporderedafiretobelightedinherroom.”

           Igaveagasp.Whatidiotswehadbeennevertothinkofthatfireasbeingincongruous!Poirotwascontinuing:

           “Thetemperatureonthatday,messieurs,was80degreesintheshade.YetMrs.Inglethorporderedafire!Why?Becauseshewishedtodestroysomething,andcouldthinkofnootherway.