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Unformatted text preview: hate itself is prescribed freely for eye treatments.
By duplicating a prescription and getting
it made up in different places a large
quantity of the poison could be obtained
without arousing suspicion. The alkaloid
could be extracted from it and then
introduced into, say -- a soothing shaving
cream. Applied externally it would cause a
rash, this would soon lead to abrasions in
shaving and thus the drug would be continually
entering the system. It would
produce certain symptoms -- dryness of
the mouth and throat, difficulty in swallowing, hallucinations, double vision -- all
the symptoms, in fact, which Mr. Chandler
He turned to the young man.
"And to remove the last doubt from
your mind, I will tell you that that is not a
supposition but a fact. Your shaving cream
was heavily impregnated with atropine sulphate. I took a sample and had it tested.59
White, shaking, Hugh asked:
Hercule Poirot said:
"That is what I have been studying
ever since I arrived here. I have been looking for a motive for murder. Diana
Maberly gained financially by your death,
but I did not consider her seriously — "
Hugh Chandler flashed out:
"I should hope not!"
"I envisaged another possible motive.
The eternal triangle; two men and a
woman. Colonel Frobisher had been in
love with your mother. Admiral Chandler
Admiral Chandler cried out:
"George ? George! I won't believe it."
Hugh said in an incredulous voice:
"Do you mean that hatred could go on
— to a son ?"
Hercule Poirot said:
"Under certain circumstances, yes."
Frobisher cried out:
"It's a damned lie! Don't believe him,
Chandler shrank away from him. He
muttered to himself:
"The datura.... India — yes, I see....
And we'd never suspect poison—not
with madness in the family already...." "Mais oui /" Hercule Poirot's voice rose
high and shrill. c<Madness in the family. A
madman — bent on revenge — cunning —
as madmen are, concealing his madness
for years." He whirled round on Frobisher.
"Mon Dieu, you must have known,
you must have suspected, that Hugh was
your son? Why did you never tell him
Frobisher stammered, gulped.
cc! didn't know. I couldn't be sure. . . .
You see, Caroline came to me once — she
was frightened of something—in great
trouble. I don't know, I never have
known, what it was all about. She — I —
we lost our heads. Afterwards I went away
at once — it was the only thing to be done,
we both knew we'd got to play the game.
I — well, I wondered, but I couldn't be
sure. Caroline never said anything that
led me to think Hugh was my son. And
then when this — this streak of madness
appeared, it settled things definitely, I
Poirot said: "Yes, it settled things! You could not
see the way the boy has of thrusting out
his face and bringing down his brows —
a trick he inherited from you. But Charles
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