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           ”

           Inthedeathlysilence,Poirotpiecedtogethertheslipsofpaperand,clearinghisthroat,read:

           DearestEvelyn:

           ‘Youwillbeanxiousathearingnothing.Itisallright—onlyitwillbeto-nightinsteadoflastnight.Youunderstand.There’sagoodtimecomingoncetheoldwomanisdeadandoutoftheway.Noonecanpossiblybringhomethecrimetome.Thatideaofyoursaboutthebromideswasastrokeofgenius!Butwemustbeverycircumspect.Afalsestep——’

           “Here,myfriends,theletterbreaksoff.Doubtlessthewriterwasinterrupted;buttherecanbenoquestionastohisidentity.Weallknowthishand-writingand——”

           Ahowlthatwasalmostascreambrokethesilence.

           “Youdevil!Howdidyougetit?”

           Achairwasoverturned.Poirotskippednimblyaside.Aquickmovementonhispart,andhisassailantfellwithacrash.

           “Messieurs,mesdames,”saidPoirot,withaflourish,“letmeintroduceyoutothemurderer,Mr.AlfredInglethorp!”