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"Well, of course I knew it would. I know
how I should have felt about Augustus,
and of course I had to make sure these
women never told their husbands until
afterwards. The plan worked beautifully
every time. In nine cases out of ten the
companion was given the letter with the
money to post. We usually steamed it open,
took out the notes, and replaced them with
paper. Once or twice the woman posted
it herself. Then, of course, the companion
had to go to the hotel and take the letter
out of the rack. But that was quite easy, too."
"And the nursemaid touch? Was it
always a nursemaid ?"
"Well, you see, M. Poirot, old maids are
known to be foolishly sentimental about
babies. So it seemed quite natural that they
should be absorbed over a baby and not notice anything."
Hercule Poirot sighed. He said:
"Your psychology is excellent, your
organisation is first class, and you are also
a very fine actress. Your performance the
other day when I interviewed Lady Hoggin
was irreproachable. Never think of yourself
disparagingly. Miss Carnaby. You
may be what is termed an untrained woman
but there is nothing wrong with your brains
or with your courage."
Miss Carnaby said with a faint smile:
"And yet I have been found out, M.
"Only by Me. That was inevitable!
When I had interviewed Mrs. Samuelson
I realised that the kidnapping of Shan Tung
was one of a series. I had already learned
that you had once been left a Pekinese dog
and had an invalid sister. I had only to ask
my invaluable servant to look for a small
flat within a certain radius occupied by an
invalid lady who had a Pekinese dog and a
sister who visited her once a week on her day out. It was simple."
Amy Carnaby drew herself up. She said:
"You have been very kind. It emboldens
me to ask you a favour. I cannot, I know,
escape the penalty for what I have done.
I shall be sent to prison, I suppose. But if
you could, M. Poirot, avert some of the
publicity. So distressing for Emily — and
for those few who knew us in the old days.
I could not, I suppose, go to prison under
a false name ? Or is that a very wrong thing
to ask ?"
Hercule Poirot said:
"I think I can do more than that. But
first of all I must make one thing quite
dear. This ramp has got to stop. There
must be no more disappearing dogs. All
that is finished!"
"Yes! Oh yes!"
"And the money you extracted from
Lady Hoggin must be returned."
Amy Camaby crossed the room, opened
the drawer of a bureau and returned with
a packet of notes which she handed to
Poirot. "I was going to pay it into the pool
Poirot took the notes and counted them.
He got up.
"I think it possible. Miss Carnaby, that
I may be able to persuade Sir Joseph not
"Oh, M. Poirot!"
Amy Carnaby clasped her hands. Emily
gave a cry of joy. Augustus barked and
wagged his tail.
"As for you, mon ami," said Poirot
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