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           Idon’tknowifitwasaletter,orjustapieceofpaper,butithadwritingonit,andshekeptstaringatit,almostasifshecouldn’tbelievewhatwaswrittenthere.Shewhisperedtoherself,asthoughshehadforgottenIwasthere:‘Thesefewwords—andeverything’schanged.’Andthenshesaystome:‘Nevertrustaman,Dorcas,they’renotworthit!’Ihurriedoff,andgotheragoodstrongcupoftea,andshethankedme,andsaidshe’dfeelbetterwhenshe’ddrunkit.‘Idon’tknowwhattodo,’shesays.‘Scandalbetweenhusbandandwifeisadreadfulthing,Dorcas.I’dratherhushitupifIcould.’Mrs.Cavendishcameinjustthen,soshedidn’tsayanymore.”

           “Shestillhadtheletter,orwhateveritwas,inherhand?”

           “Yes,sir.”

           “Whatwouldshebelikelytodowithitafterwards?”

           “Well,Idon’tknow,sir,Iexpectshewouldlockitupinthatpurplecaseofhers.”

           “Isthatwheresheusuallykeptimportantpapers?”

           “Yes,sir.Shebroughtitdownwithhereverymorning,andtookitupeverynight.”

           “Whendidshelosethekeyofit?”

           “Shemissedityesterdayatlunch-time,sir,andtoldmetolookcarefullyforit.Shewasverymuchputoutaboutit.”

           “Butshehadaduplicatekey?”

           “Oh,yes,sir.”

           Dorcaswaslookingverycuriouslyathimand,totellthetruth,sowasI.Whatwasallthisaboutalostkey?Poirotsmiled.

           “Nevermind,Dorcas,itismybusinesstoknowthings.