[ 952 ] He leant forward.

[ 953 ] "Tiens! [30] " he said. "It is Mr. Mace, from the chemist's shop. He is coming here."

[ 954 ] The young man came to a halt before Leastways Cottage, and, after hesitating a moment, pounded vigorously at the door.

[ 955 ] "A little minute," cried Poirot from the window. "I come."

[ 956 ] Motioning to me to follow him, he ran swiftly down the stairs and opened the door. Mr. Mace began at once.

[ 957 ] "Oh, Mr. Poirot, I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I heard that you'd just come back from the Hall?"

[ 958 ] "Yes, we have."

[ 959 ] The young man moistened his dry lips. His face was working curiously.

[ 960 ] "It's all over the village about old Mrs. Inglethorp dying so suddenly. They do say-" he lowered his voice cautiously- "that it's poison?"

[ 961 ] Poirot's face remained quite impassive.

[ 962 ] "Only the doctors can tell us that, Mr. Mace."

[ 963 ] "Yes, exactly-of course--" The young man hesitated, and then his agitation was too much for him. He clutched Poirot by the arm, and sank his voice to a whisper: "Just tell me this, Mr. Poirot, it isn't-it isn't strychnine, is it?"

[ 964 ] I hardly heard what Poirot replied. Something evidently of a non-committal nature. The young man departed, and as he closed the door Poirot's eyes met mine.

[ 965 ] "Yes," he said, nodding gravely. "He will have evidence to give at the inquest."

[ 966 ] We went slowly upstairs again. I was opening my lips, when Poirot stopped me with a gesture of his hand.

[ 967 ] "Not now, not now, mon ami. I have need of reflection. My mind is in some disorder-which is not well."

[ 968 ] For about ten minutes he sat in dead silence, perfectly still, except for several expressive motions of his eyebrows, and all the time his eyes grew steadily greener. At last he heaved a deep sigh.

[ 969 ] "It is well. The bad moment has passed. Now all is arranged and classified. One must never permit confusion. The case is not clear yet-no. For it is of the most complicated! It puzzles *ME. *ME, Hercule Poirot! There are two facts of significance."

[ 970 ] "And what are they?"

[ 971 ] "The first is the state of the weather yesterday. That is very important."

[ 972 ] "But it was a glorious day!" I interrupted. "Poirot, you're pulling my leg!"

[ 973 ] "Not at all. The thermometer registered 80 degrees in the shade [31] . Do not forget that, my friend. It is the key to the whole riddle!"

[ 974 ] "And the second point?" I asked.

[ 975 ] "The important fact that Monsieur Inglethorp wears very peculiar clothes, has a black beard, and uses glasses."

[ 976 ] "Poirot, I cannot believe you are serious."

[ 977 ] "I am absolutely serious, my friend."

[ 978 ] "But this is childish!"

[ 979 ] "No, it is very momentous."

[ 980 ] "And supposing the Coroner's jury returns a verdict of Wilful Murder against Alfred Inglethorp. What becomes of your theories, then?"

[ 981 ] "They would not be shaken because twelve stupid men had happened to make a mistake! But that will not occur. For one thing, a country jury is not anxious to take responsibility upon itself, and Mr. Inglethorp stands practically in the position of local squire. Also," he added placidly, "I should not allow it!"

[ 982 ] "*YOU would not allow it?"

"No."

[ 983 ] I looked at the extraordinary little man, divided between annoyance and amusement. He was so tremendously sure of himself. As though he read my thoughts, he nodded gently.

[ 984 ] "Oh, yes, mon ami, I would do what I say." He got up and laid his hand on my shoulder. His physiognomy underwent a complete change. Tears came into his eyes. "In all this, you see, I think of that poor Mrs. Inglethorp who is dead. She was not extravagantly loved-no. But she was very good to us Belgians-I owe her a debt."