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5. Mrs. Renauld’s Story

           

           “MadameRenauld,”saidthemagistrate,“hadyouanyideawhatitwasforwhichtheassassinsweresearching?”

           “Nonewhatever,monsieur.”

           “Hadyouanyknowledgethatyourhusbandfearedsomething?”

           “Yes.Ihadseenthechangeinhim.”

           “Howlongagowasthat?”

           Mrs.Renauldreflected.

           “Tendaysperhaps.”

           “Notlonger?”

           “Possibly.Ionlynoticeditthen.”

           “Didyouquestionyourhusbandatallastothecause?”

           “Once.Heputmeoffevasively.Nevertheless,Iwasconvincedthathewassufferingsometerribleanxiety.However,sinceheevidentlywishedtoconcealthefactfromme,ItriedtopretendthatIhadnoticednothing.”

           “Wereyouawarethathehadcalledintheservicesofadetective?”

           “Adetective?”exclaimedMrs.Renauld,verymuchsurprised.

           “Yes,thisgentleman—M.HerculePoirot.”Poirotbowed.“Hearrivedtodayinresponsetoasummonsfromyourhusband.”AndtakingtheletterwrittenbyM.Renauldfromhispockethehandedittothelady.

           Shereaditwithapparentlygenuineastonishment.

           “Ihadnoideaofthis.Evidentlyhewasfullycognizantofthedanger.”

           “Now,madame,Iwillbegofyoutobefrankwithme.Isthereanyincidentinyourhusband’spastlifeinSouthAmericawhichmightthrowlightonhismurder?”

           Mrs.Renauldreflecteddeeply,butatlastshookherhead.

           “Icanthinkofnone.Certainlymyhusbandhadmanyenemies,peoplehehadgotthebetterofinsomewayoranother,butIcanthinkofnoonedistinctivecase.Idonotsaythereisnosuchincident—onlythatIamnotawareofit.

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