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Chapter V. “It Isn’t Strychnine, Is It?”

           Inglethorpwouldatoncehavereplaceditonherbunch;butonherbunchIfoundwhatwasobviouslytheduplicatekey,verynewandbright,whichledmetothehypothesisthatsomebodyelsehadinsertedtheoriginalkeyinthelockofthedespatch-case.”

           “Yes,”Isaid,“AlfredInglethorp,withoutdoubt.”

           Poirotlookedatmecuriously.

           “Youareverysureofhisguilt?”

           “Well,naturally.Everyfreshcircumstanceseemstoestablishitmoreclearly.”

           “Onthecontrary,”saidPoirotquietly,“thereareseveralpointsinhisfavour.”

           “Oh,comenow!”

           “Yes.”

           “Iseeonlyone.”

           “Andthat?”

           “Thathewasnotinthehouselastnight.”

           “‘Badshot!’asyouEnglishsay!Youhavechosentheonepointthattomymindtellsagainsthim.”

           “Howisthat?”

           “BecauseifMr.Inglethorpknewthathiswifewouldbepoisonedlastnight,hewouldcertainlyhavearrangedtobeawayfromthehouse.Hisexcusewasanobviouslytrumpedupone.Thatleavesustwopossibilities:eitherheknewwhatwasgoingtohappenorhehadareasonofhisownforhisabsence.”

           “Andthatreason?”Iaskedsceptically.

           Poirotshruggedhisshoulders.

           “HowshouldIknow?Discreditable,withoutdoubt.ThisMr.Inglethorp,Ishouldsay,issomewhatofascoundrel—butthatdoesnotofnecessitymakehimamurderer.”

           Ishookmyhead,unconvinced.

           “Wedonotagree,eh?”saidPoirot.“Well,letusleaveit.Timewillshowwhichofusisright.Nowletusturntootheraspectsofthecase.

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