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This time next year we'll be married.' "
"That was the very first inkling I'd had, M. Poirot, that there was anything between
the doctor and Miss Moncrieffe. Of course
I knew he admired her and that they were very good friends, but nothing more. I
went back up the stairs again--it had
given me quite a shock -- but I did notice
that the kitchen door was open and I've
thought since that Beatrice must have
been listening. And you can see, can't you, that the way they were talking could be
taken two ways ? It might just mean that
the doctor knew his wife was very ill and
couldn't live much longer -- and I've no
doubt that that was the way he meant it —
but to any one like Beatrice it might sound
differently—it might look as though the
doctor and Jean Moncriefie were — well —
were definitely planning to do away with
"But you don't think so, yourself?"
"No — no, of course not. ..."
Poirot looked at her searchingly. He
"Nurse Harrison, is there something
more that you know ? Something that you
haven't told me ?"
She flushed and said violently: ''N0. No. Certainly not. What could
there be ?"
cc! do not know. But I thought that
there might be — something ?"
She shook her head. The old troubled
look had come back.
Hercule Poirot said: "It is possible that
the Home Office may order an exhumation
"Oh no!" Nurse Harrison was horrified.
"What a horrible thing!"
"You think it would be a pity ?"
"I think it would be dreadful} Think of
the talk it would create! It would be
terrible—quite terrible for poor Doctor
"You don't think that it might really
be a good thing for him ?"
"How do you mean ?33
Poirot said: "If he is innocent—his
innocence will be proved."
He broke off. He watched the thought
take root in Nurse Harrison's mind, saw
her frown perplexedly, and then saw her
brow clear. She took a deep breath and looked at
"I hadn't thought of that,33 she said
simply. "Of course, it is the only thing to
There were a series of thumps on the
floor overhead. Nurse Harrison jumped
"It's my old lady. Miss Bristow. She's
woken up from her rest. I must go and get
her comfortable before her tea is brought
to her and I go out for my walk. Yes, M.
Poirot, I think you are quite right. An
autopsy will settle the business once for
all. It will scotch the whole thing and all
these dreadful rumours against poor Doctor
Oldfield will die down.33
She shook hands and hurried out of the
Hercule Poirot walked along to the post
office and put through a call to London.
The voice at the other end was petulant.
"Must you go nosing out these things, my dear Poirot ? Are you sure it's a case for
us? You know what these country town
rumours usually amount to — just nothing
"This," said Hercule Poirot, "is a
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