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Unformatted text preview: ot;No, and I'm not
going to! The boy's safe enough here with
me to look after him. They shan't shut him
up between four walls like a wild beast...."
"He is safe here, you say. But are others safe ?"
"What do you mean by that ?"
Poirot did not reply. He looked steadily
into Admiral Chandler's sad, dark eyes.
The Admiral said bitterly:
"Each man to his trade. You're looking
for a criminal! My boy's not a criminal, M. Poirot."
"What do you mean by 'not yet' ?"
"These things increase. . . . Those
sheep -- "
"Who told you about the sheep ?"
"Diana Maberly. And also your friend
Colonel Frobisher." LOH18 263 "George would have done better to keep
his mouth shut."
"He is a very old friend of yours, is he
"My best friend," the Admiral said
"And he was a friend of — your wife's,
"Yes. George was in love with Caroline,
I believe. When she was very young. He's
never married. I believe that's the reason.
Ah well, I was the lucky one—or so I
thought. I carried her off—only to lose
He sighed and his shoulders sagged.
Poirot said: "Colonel Frobisher was with
you when your wife was — drowned ?"
"Yes, he was with us down in Cornwall
when it happened. She and I were out in
the boat together—he happened to stay
at home that day. I've never understood how that boat came to capsize. . . . Must
have sprung a sudden leak. We were right
out in the bay—strong tide running. I
held her up as long as I could. ..." His
voice broke. "Her body was washed up
two days later. Thank the Lord we hadn't
taken little Hugh out with us! At least,
that's what I thought at the time. Now —
well —better for Hugh, poor devil, perhaps,
if he had been with us. If it had all been
finished and done for then. ..."
Again there came that deep, hopeless
'•We're the last of the Chandlers, M.
Poirot. There will be no more Chandlers
at Lyde after we're gone. When Hugh got
engaged to Diana, I hoped — well, it's no
good talking of that. Thank God, they
didn't marry. That's all I can say!"
Hercule Poirot sat on a seat in the rose
garden. Beside him sat Hugh Chandler.
Diana Maberly had just left them.
The young man turned a handsome,
tortured face towards his companion. He said:
"You've got to make her understand,
He paused for a minute and then went
"You see, Di's a fighter. She won't give
in. She won't accept what she's darned
well got to accept. She—she will go on
believing that I'm — sane."
"While you yourself are quite certain
that you are — pardon me — insane ?"
The young man winced. He said:
"I'm not actually hopelessly off my head
yet — but it's getting worse. Diana doesn't
know, bless her. She's only seen me when
I am — all right."
"And when you are—all wrong,...
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