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           Wells,thelawyer,andtheothertwoIdon’tthinkIremember,sir—oh,yes,onewastoRoss’s,thecaterersinTadminster.Theotherone,Idon’tremember.”

           “Think,”urgedPoirot.

           Annierackedherbrainsinvain.

           “I’msorry,sir,butit’scleangone.Idon’tthinkIcanhavenoticedit.”

           “Itdoesnotmatter,”saidPoirot,notbetrayinganysignofdisappointment.“NowIwanttoaskyouaboutsomethingelse.ThereisasaucepaninMrs.Inglethorp’sroomwithsomecocoainit.Didshehavethateverynight?”

           “Yes,sir,itwasputinherroomeveryevening,andshewarmeditupinthenight—whenevershefanciedit.”

           “Whatwasit?Plaincocoa?”

           “Yes,sir,madewithmilk,withateaspoonfulofsugar,andtwoteaspoonfulsofruminit.”

           “Whotookittoherroom?”

           “Idid,sir.”

           “Always?”

           “Yes,sir.”

           “Atwhattime?”

           “WhenIwenttodrawthecurtains,asarule,sir.”

           “Didyoubringitstraightupfromthekitchenthen?”

           “No,sir,youseethere’snotmuchroomonthegasstove,socookusedtomakeitearly,beforeputtingthevegetablesonforsupper.ThenIusedtobringitup,andputitonthetablebytheswingdoor,andtakeitintoherroomlater.”

           “Theswingdoorisintheleftwing,isitnot?”

           “Yes,sir.”

           “Andthetable,isitonthissideofthedoor,oronthefarther—servants’side?”

           “It’sthisside,sir.”

           “Whattimedidyoubringituplastnight?”

           “Aboutquarter-pastseven,Ishouldsay,sir.