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

           Cavendishandhermother-in-law?”

           “Ihadforgottenthat,”Isaidthoughtfully.“Thatisasenigmaticalasever.ItseemsincrediblethatawomanlikeMrs.Cavendish,proudandreticenttothelastdegree,shouldinterferesoviolentlyinwhatwascertainlynotheraffair.”

           “Precisely.Itwasanastonishingthingforawomanofherbreedingtodo.”

           “Itiscertainlycurious,”Iagreed.“Still,itisunimportant,andneednotbetakenintoaccount.”

           AgroanburstfromPoirot.

           “WhathaveIalwaystoldyou?Everythingmustbetakenintoaccount.Ifthefactwillnotfitthetheory—letthetheorygo.”

           “Well,weshallsee,”Isaid,nettled.

           “Yes,weshallsee.”

           WehadreachedLeastwaysCottage,andPoirotusheredmeupstairstohisownroom.HeofferedmeoneofthetinyRussiancigaretteshehimselfoccasionallysmoked.Iwasamusedtonoticethathestowedawaytheusedmatchesmostcarefullyinalittlechinapot.Mymomentaryannoyancevanished.

           Poirothadplacedourtwochairsinfrontoftheopenwindowwhichcommandedaviewofthevillagestreet.Thefreshairblewinwarmandpleasant.Itwasgoingtobeahotday.

           Suddenlymyattentionwasarrestedbyaweedylookingyoungmanrushingdownthestreetatagreatpace.Itwastheexpressiononhisfacethatwasextraordinary—acuriousminglingofterrorandagitation.

           “Look,Poirot!”Isaid.

           Heleantforward.

           “Tiens!”hesaid.“ItisMr.Mace,fromthechemist’sshop.Heiscominghere.

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