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Chapter V. “It Isn’t Strychnine, Is It?”
Whatdoyoumakeofthefactthatallthedoorsofthebedroomwereboltedontheinside?”
“Well——”Iconsidered.“Onemustlookatitlogically.”
“True.”
“Ishouldputitthisway.Thedoorswerebolted—ourowneyeshavetoldusthat—yetthepresenceofthecandlegreaseonthefloor,andthedestructionofthewill,provethatduringthenightsomeoneenteredtheroom.Youagreesofar?”
“Perfectly.Putwithadmirableclearness.Proceed.”
“Well,”Isaid,encouraged,“asthepersonwhoentereddidnotdosobythewindow,norbymiraculousmeans,itfollowsthatthedoormusthavebeenopenedfrominsidebyMrs.Inglethorpherself.Thatstrengthenstheconvictionthatthepersoninquestionwasherhusband.Shewouldnaturallyopenthedoortoherownhusband.”
Poirotshookhishead.
“Whyshouldshe?Shehadboltedthedoorleadingintohisroom—amostunusualproceedingonherpart—shehadhadamostviolentquarrelwithhimthatveryafternoon.No,hewasthelastpersonshewouldadmit.”
“ButyouagreewithmethatthedoormusthavebeenopenedbyMrs.Inglethorpherself?”
“Thereisanotherpossibility.Shemayhaveforgottentoboltthedoorintothepassagewhenshewenttobed,andhavegotuplater,towardsmorning,andbolteditthen.”
“Poirot,isthatseriouslyyouropinion?”
“No,Idonotsayitisso,butitmightbe.Now,toturntoanotherfeature,whatdoyoumakeofthescrapofconversationyouoverheardbetweenMrs.
