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understand me when I say that it was a deadly life for a girl brought up as
I had been。 The narrowness； the deadly monotony of it； almost drove me
mad。〃 She paused a minute； and added in a different tone： 〃And then I met
John Cavendish。〃
〃Yes？〃
〃You can imagine that； from my aunts' point of view； it was a very
good match for me。 But I can honestly say it was not this fact which
weighed with me。 No； he was simply a way of escape from the
insufferable monotony of my life。〃
I said nothing； and after a moment； she went on：
〃Don't misunderstand me。 I was quite honest with him。 I told him；
what was true； that I liked him very much； that I hoped to come to like him
more； but that I was not in any way what the world calls 'in love' with him。
He declared that that satisfied him； and sowe were married。〃
She waited a long time； a little frown had gathered on her forehead。
She seemed to be looking back earnestly into those past days。
〃I thinkI am surehe cared for me at first。 But I suppose we were
not well matched。 Almost at once； we drifted apart。 Heit is not a
pleasing thing for my pride； but it is the truthtired of me very soon。〃 I
must have made some murmur of dissent； for she went on quickly： 〃Oh；
yes； he did！ Not that it matters nownow that we've come to the parting of
the ways。〃
〃What do you mean？〃
She answered quietly：
〃I mean that I am not going to remain at Styles。〃
〃You and John are not going to live here？〃
〃John may live here； but I shall not。〃
〃You are going to leave him？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃But why？〃
She paused a long time； and said at last：
〃Perhapsbecause I want to befree！〃
And； as she spoke； I had a sudden vision of broad spaces； virgin tracts
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of forests； untrodden landsand a realization of what freedom would mean
to such a nature as Mary Cavendish。 I seemed to see her for a moment as
she was； a proud wild creature； as untamed by civilization as some shy
bird of the hills。 A little cry broke from her lips：
〃You don't know； you don't know； how this hateful place has been
prison to me！〃
〃I understand；〃 I said； 〃butbut don't do anything rash。〃
〃Oh； rash！〃 Her voice mocked at my prudence。
Then suddenly I said a thing I could have bitten out my tongue for：
〃You know that Dr。 Bauerstein has been arrested？〃
An instant coldness passed like a mask over her face； blotting out all
expression。
〃John was so kind as to break that to me this morning。〃
〃Well； what do you think？〃 I asked feebly。
〃Of what？〃
〃Of the arrest？〃
〃What should I think？ Apparently he is a German spy； so the gardener
had told John。〃
Her face and voice were absolutely cold and expressionless。 Did she
care； or did she not？
She moved away a step or two； and fingered one of the flower vases。
〃These are quite dead。 I must do them again。 Would you mind
movingthank you； Mr。 Hastings。〃 And she walked quietly past me out of
the window； with a cool little nod of dismissal。
No； surely she could not care for Bauerstein。 No woman could act
her part with that icy unconcern。
Poirot did not make his appearance the following morning； and there
was no sign of the Scotland Yard men。
But； at lunch…time； there arrived a new piece of evidence or rather
lack of evidence。 We had vainly tried to trace the fourth letter； which
Mrs。 Inglethorp had written on the evening preceding her death。 Our
efforts having been in vain； we had abandoned the matter； hoping that it
might turn up of itself one day。 And this is just what did happen； in the
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shape of a communication； which arrived by the second post from a firm
of French music publishers； acknowledging Mrs。 Inglethorp's cheque； and
regretting they had been unable to trace a certain series of Russian
folksongs。 So the last hope of solving the mystery； by means of Mrs。
Inglethorp's correspondence on the fatal evening； had to be abandoned。
Just before tea； I strolled down to tell Poirot of the new disappointment；
but found； to my annoyance； that he was once more out。
〃Gone to London again？〃
〃Oh； no； monsieur； he has but taken the train to Tadminster。 'To see a
young lady's dispensary；' he said。〃
〃Silly ass！〃 I ejaculated。 〃I told him Wednesday was the one day she
wasn't there！ Well； tell him to look us up to…morrow morning； will you？〃
〃Certainly； monsieur。〃
But； on the following day； no sign of Poirot。 I was getting angry。
He was really treating us in the most cavalier fashion。
After lunch； Lawrence drew me aside； and asked if I was going down
to see him。
〃No； I don't think I shall。 He can come up here if he wants to see us。〃
〃Oh！〃 Lawrence looked indeterminate。 Something unusually nervous
and excited in his manner roused my curiosity。
〃What is it？〃 I asked。 〃I could go if there's anything special。〃
〃It's nothing much； butwell； if you are going； will you tell him〃 he
dropped his voice to a whisper〃I think I've found the extra coffee…cup！〃
I had almost forgotten that enigmatical message of Poirot's； but now
my curiosity was aroused afresh。
Lawrence would say no more； so I decided that I would descend from
my high horse； and once more seek out Poirot at Leastways Cottage。
This time I was received with a smile。 Monsieur Poirot was within。
Would I mount？ I mounted accordingly。
Poirot was sitting by the table； his head buried in his hands。 He
sprang up at my entrance。
〃What is it？〃 I asked solicitously。 〃You are not ill； I trust？〃
〃No； no； not ill。 But I decide an affair of great moment。〃
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〃Whether to catch the criminal or not？〃 I asked facetiously。
But； to my great surprise； Poirot nodded gravely。
〃 'To speak or not to speak；' as your so great Shakespeare says； 'that is
the question。' 〃
I did not trouble to correct the quotation。
〃You are not serious； Poirot？〃
〃I am of the most serious。 For the most serious of all things hangs in
the balance。〃
〃And that is？〃
〃A woman's happiness； mon ami；〃 he said gravely。
I did not quite know what to say。
〃The moment has come；〃 said Poirot thoughtfully； 〃and I do not know
what to do。 For； see you； it is a big stake for which I play。 No one but I；
Hercule Poirot； would attempt it！〃 And he tapped himself proudly on the
breast。
After pausing a few minutes respectfully； so as not to spoil his effect； I
gave him Lawrence's message。
〃Aha！〃 he cried。 〃So he has found the extra coffee…cup。 That is
good。 He has more intelligence than would appear； this long…faced
Monsieur Lawrence of yours！〃
I did not myself think very highly of Lawrence's intelligence； but I
forebore to contradict Poirot； and gently took him to task for forgetting my
instructions as to which were Cynthia's days off。
〃It is true。 I have the head of a sieve。 However； the other young
lady was most kind。 She was sorry for my disappointment； and showed
me everything in the kindest way。〃
〃Oh； well； that's all right； then； and you must go to tea with Cynthia
another day。〃
I told him about the letter。
〃I am sorry for that；〃 he said。 〃I always had hopes of that letter。 But
no； it was not to be。 This affair must all be unravelled from within。〃 He
tapped his forehead。 〃These little grey cells。 It is 'up to them'as you
say over here。〃 Then； suddenly； he asked： 〃Are you a judge of finger…
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marks； my friend？〃
〃No；〃 I said； rather surprised； 〃I know that there are no two finger…
marks alike； but that's as far as my science goes。〃
〃Exactly。〃
He unlocked a little drawer； and took out some photographs which he
laid on the table。
〃I have numbered them； 1； 2； 3。 Will you describe them to me？〃
I studied the proofs attentively。
〃All greatly magnified； I see。 No。 1； I should say； are a man's
finger…prints； thumb and first finger。 No。 2 are a lady's； they are much
smaller； and quite different in every way。 No。 3〃I paused for some
time〃there seem to be a lot of confused finger…marks； but here； very
distinctly； are No。 1's。〃
〃Overlapping the others？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You recognize them beyond fail？〃
〃Oh； yes； they are identical。〃 Poirot nodded；
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