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I stiffened a little, and the hand that rested on the doorpost clenched itself involuntarily.

 

“You are very clever,” I said. “Perhaps you have heard of that useful invention, the telephone? Mrs. Blair called me up on it when I was resting in my room after lunch. I told her then where I was going this afternoon.”

 

“I wish to God you hadn’t!” he said explosively. “I’d be better dead and out of it.”

 

“It is allotted to Sir Eustace Pedler,” said Mr. Pagett.

 

“I’m sorry the Captain didn’t turn out for you this time,” I said sarcastically. “Perhaps you’d like to dump some of your extra luggage in my cabin?”

 

“But Roger Havering is proved to have journeyed straight up to London.”

 

It is suggested that the reader pause in his perusal of the story at this point, make his own solution of the mystery—and then see how close he comes to that of the author—The Editors.

 

Advise Japp arrest housekeeper before it is too late.

 

“Ah, yes—I was going to ask you what you thought about that beard?”

 

“Certainly. The police have finished with it. But the body has been removed.”

 

“Ah, the poor little lady! Elle n’est pas bien tombée!”

 

“H’m,” I said. “The Honorable Rupert Carrington is no beauty, by all accounts. He’d pretty well run through his own money on the turf, and I should imagine old man Halliday’s dollars came along in the nick of time. I should say that for a good-looking, well-mannered, utterly unscrupulous young scoundrel, it would be hard to find his match!”

 

“But I found another bit of news when I got back. They’re passing the jewels, all right! That large emerald was pawned last night—by one of the regular lot. Who do you think it was?”

 

“You’re right, Monsieur Poirot. I was sure of Rupert’s guilt until I found this letter. It unsettled me horribly.”

 

“I guess that’s what you’re after, Monsieur Poirot—though how you know about it fairly gets my goat!”

 

 

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