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the Party funds."
VII People were talking.
"I don't like to think of it, and that's a
fact, Mrs. Rogers. I mean, I always thought
Mrs. Ferrier was a really nice woman."
"Do you think all these awful things
are true ?"
"As I say, I don't like to think it of her.
Why, she opened a Bazaar in Pelchester
only last June. I was as near to her as I
am to that sofa. And she had such a
"Yes, but what I say is there's no smoke
"Well, of course that's true. Oh dear,
it seems as though you can't believe in
Edward Ferrier, his face white and strained,
said to Poirot:
"These attacks on my wife! They're
scurrilous — absolutely scurrilous! I'm
bringing an action against that vile rag."
Hercule Poirot said: "I do not advise you
to do so."
"But these damned lies have got to be stopped."
"Are you sure they are lies ?"
"God damn you, 3^!"
Poirot said, his head held a little on one
"What does your wife say ?"
For a moment Ferrier looked taken
^She says it is best to take no notice.
. . . But I can't do that--everybody is
Hercule Poirot said: "Yes, everybody is
And then came the small bald announcement
in all the papers.
Mrs. Ferrier has had a slight nervous
breakdown. She has gone to Scotland to
Conjectures, rumours -- positive information
that Mrs. Ferrier was not in
Scotland, had never been to Scotland.
Stories, scandalous stories, of where
Mrs. Ferrier really was. . . . And again, people talking.
"I tell you Andy saw her. At that
frightful place! She was drunk or doped
and with an awful Argentine gigolo-Ramon. You know!33
Mrs. Ferrier had gone off with an
Argentine dancer. She had been seen in
Paris, doped. She had been taking drugs
for years. She drank like a fish.
Slowly the righteous mind of England, at first unbelieving, had hardened against
Mrs. Ferrier. Seemed as though there
must be something in it! That wasn't the
sort of woman to be the Prime Minister's
wife. "A Jezebel, that's what she is, nothing
better than a Jezebel!"
And then came the camera records.
Mrs. Ferrier, photographed in Paris —
lying back in a Night Club, her arm twined
familiarly over the shoulder of a dark,
olive-skinned vicious-looking young man.
Other snapshots — half-naked on a
beach—her head on the lounge lizard's
And underneath: "•"•Mrs. Ferrier has a good time. ..."
Two days later an action for libel was
brought against the X-ray News.
The case for the prosecution was opened
by Sir Mortimer Inglewood, KC. He was
dignified and full of righteous indignation.
Mrs. Ferrier was the victim of an infamous
plot—a plot only to be equalled by the
famous case of the Queen's Necklace
familiar to readers of Alexandre Dumas.
That plot had been engineered to lower
Queen Marie Antoinette in the eyes of the
populace. This plot, also,...
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