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 ‘‘Speak!'' he cried menacingly。 
 With an effort; Inglethorp raised his face from his hands。 Then; slowly and deliberately; he shook his head。 
 ‘‘You will not speak?'' 
 ‘‘No。 I do not believe that anyone could be so monstrous as to accuse me of what you say。'' 
 Poirot nodded thoughtfully; like a man whose mind is made up。 
 ‘‘Soit!'' he said。 ‘‘Then I must speak for you。'' 
 Alfred Inglethorp sprang up again。 
 ‘‘You? How can you speak? You do not know   '' he broke off abruptly。 
 Poirot turned to face us。 ‘‘Mesdames and messieurs! I speak! Listen! I; Hercule Poirot; affirm that the man who entered the chemist's shop; and purchased strychnine at six o'clock on Monday last was not Mr。 Inglethorp; for at six o'clock on that day Mr。 Inglethorp was escorting Mrs。 Raikes back to her home from a neighbouring farm。 I can produce no less than five witnesses to swear to having seen them together; either at six or just after and; as you may know; the Abbey Farm; Mrs。 Raikes's home; is at least two and a half miles distant from the village。 There is absolutely no question as to the alibi!''
  
 Chapter 8
 FRESH SUSPICIONS
 
 THERE was a moment's stupefied silence。 Japp; who was the least surprised of any of us; was the first to speak。 
 ‘‘My word;'' he cried; ‘‘you're the goods! And no mistake; Mr。 Poirot! These witnesses of yours are all right; I suppose?'' 
 ‘‘Voilà! I have prepared a list of them  names and addresses。 You must see them; of course。 But you will find it all right。'' 
 ‘‘I'm sure of that。'' Japp lowered his voice。 ‘‘I'm much obliged to you。 A pretty mare's nest arresting him would have been。'' He turned to Inglethorp。 ‘‘But; if you'll excuse me; sir; why couldn't you say all this at the inquest?'' 
 ‘‘I will tell you why;'' interrupted Poirot。 ‘‘There was a certain rumour   '' 
 ‘‘A most malicious and utterly untrue one;'' interrupted Alfred Inglethorp in an agitated voice。 
 ‘‘And Mr。 Inglethorp was anxious to have no scandal revived just at present。 Am I right?'' 
 ‘‘Quite right。'' Inglethorp nodded。 ‘‘With my poor Emily not yet buried; can you wonder I was anxious that no more lying rumours should be started。'' 
 ‘‘Between you and me; sir;'' remarked Japp; ‘‘I'd sooner have any amount of rumours than be arrested for murder。 And I venture to think your poor lady would have felt the same。 And; if it hadn't been for Mr。 Poirot here; arrested you would have been; as sure as eggs is eggs!'' 
 ‘‘I was foolish; no doubt;'' murmured Inglethorp。 ‘‘But you do not know; inspector; how I have been persecuted and maligned。'' And he shot a baleful glance at Evelyn Howard。 
 ‘‘Now; sir;'' said Japp; turning briskly to John; ‘‘I should like to see the lady's bedroom; please; and after that I'll have a little chat with the servants。 Don't you bother about anything。 Mr。 Poirot; here; will show me the way。'' 
 As they all went out of the room; Poirot turned and made me a sign to follow him upstairs。 There he caught me by the arm; and drew me aside。 
 ‘‘Quick; go to the other wing。 Stand there  just this side of the baize door。 Do not move till I e。'' Then; turning rapidly; he rejoined the two detectives。 
 I followed his instructions; taking up my position by the baize door; and wondering what on earth lay behind the request。 Why was I to stand in this particular spot on guard? I looked thoughtfully down the corridor in front of me。 An idea struck me。 With the exception of Cynthia Murdoch's; every one's room was in this left wing。 Had that anything to do with it? Was I to report who came or went? I stood faithfully at my post。 The minutes passed。 Nobody came。 Nothing happened。 
 It must have been quite twenty minutes before Poirot rejoined me。 
 ‘‘You have not stirred?'' 
 ‘‘No; I've stuck here like a rock。 Nothing's happened。'' 
 ‘‘Ah!'' Was he pleased; or disappointed? ‘‘You've seen nothing at all?'' 
 ‘‘No。'' 
 ‘‘But you have probably heard something? A big bump  eh; mon ami?'' 
 ‘‘No。'' 
 ‘‘Is it possible? Ah; but I am vexed with myself! I am not usually clumsy。 I made but a slight gesture''  I know Poirot's gestures  ‘‘with the left hand; and over went the table by the bed!'' 
 He looked so childishly vexed and crest…fallen that I hastened to console him。 
 ‘‘Never mind; old chap。 What does it matter? Your triumph downstairs excited you。 I can tell you; that was a surprise to us all。 There must be more in this affair of Inglethorp's with Mrs。 Raikes than we thought; to make him hold his tongue so persistently。 What are you going to do now? Where are the Scotland Yard fellows?'' 
 ‘‘Gone down to interview the servants。 I showed them all our exhibits。 I am disappointed in Japp。 He has no method!'' 
 ‘‘Hullo!'' I said; looking out of the window。 ‘‘Here's Dr。 Bauerstein。 I believe you're right about that man; Poirot。 I don't like him。'' 
 ‘‘He is clever;'' observed Poirot meditatively。 
 ‘‘Oh; clever as the devil! I must say I was overjoyed to see him in the plight he was in on Tuesday。 You never saw such a spectacle!'' And I described the doctor's adventure。 ‘‘He looked a regular scarecrow! Plastered with mud from head to foot。'' 
 ‘‘You saw him; then?'' 
 ‘‘Yes。 Of course; he didn't want to e in  it was just after dinner  but Mr。 Inglethorp insisted。'' 
 ‘‘What?'' Poirot caught me violently by the shoulders。 ‘‘Was Dr。 Bauerstein here on Tuesday evening? Here? And you never told me? Why did you not tell me? Why? Why?'' 
 He appeared to be in an absolute frenzy。 
 ‘‘My dear Poirot;'' I expostulated; ‘‘I never thought it would interest you。 I didn't know it was of any importance。'' 
 ‘‘Importance? It is of the first importance! So Dr。 Bauerstein was here on Tuesday night  the night of the murder。 Hastings; do you not see? That alters everything  everything!'' 
 I had never seen him so upset。 Loosening his hold of me; he mechanically straightened a pair of candlesticks; still murmuring to himself: ‘‘Yes; that alters everything  everything。'' 
 Suddenly he seemed to e to a decision。 
 ‘‘Allons!'' he said。 ‘‘We must act at once。 Where is Mr。 Cavendish?'' 
 John was in the smoking…room。 Poirot went straight to him。 
 ‘‘Mr。 Cavendish; I have some important business in Tadminster。 A new clue。 May I take your motor?'' 
 ‘‘Why; of course。 Do you mean at once?'' 
 ‘‘If you please。'' 
 John rang the bell; and ordered round the car。 In another ten minutes; we were racing down the park and along the high road to Tadminster。 
 ‘‘Now; Poirot;'' I remarked resignedly; ‘‘perhaps you will tell me what all this is about?'' 
 ‘‘Well; mon ami; a good deal you can guess for yourself。 Of course you realize that; now Mr。 Inglethorp is out of it; the whole position is greatly changed。 We are face to face with an entirely new problem。 We know now that there is one person who did not buy the poison。 We have cleared away the manufactured clues。 Now for the real ones。 I have ascertained that anyone in the household; with the exception of Mrs。 Cavendish; who was playing tennis with you; could have personated Mr。 Inglethorp on Monday evening。 In the same way; we have his statement that he put the coffee down in the hall。 No one took much notice of that at the inquest  but now it has a very different significance。 We must find out who did take that coffee to Mrs。 Inglethorp eventually; or who passed through the hall whilst it was standing there。 From your account; there are only two people whom we can positively say did not go near the coffee  Mrs。 Cavendish; and Mademoiselle Cynthia。'' 
 ‘‘Yes; that is so。'' I felt an inexpressible lightening of the heart。 Mary Cavendish could certainly not rest under suspicion。 
 ‘‘In clearing Alfred Inglethorp;'' continued Poirot; ‘‘I have been obliged to show my hand sooner than I intended。 As long as I might be thought to be pursuing him; the criminal would be off his guard。 Now; he will be doubly careful。 Yes  doubly careful。'' He turned to me abruptly。 ‘‘Tell me; Hastings; you yourself  have you no suspicions of anybody?'' 
 I hesitated。 To tell the truth; an idea; wild and extravagant in itself; had once or twice that morning flashed through my brain。 I had rejected it as absurd; nevertheless it persisted。 
 ‘‘You couldn't call it a suspicion;'' I murmured。 ‘‘It's so utterly foolish。'' 
 ‘‘e now;'' urged Poirot encouragingly。 ‘‘Do not fear。 Speak your mind。 You should always pay attention to your instincts。'' 
 ‘‘Well then;'' I blurted out; ‘‘it's absurd  but I suspect Miss Howard of not telling all she knows!'' 
 ‘‘Miss Howard?'' 
 ‘‘Yes  you'll laugh at me   '' 
 ‘‘Not at all。 Why should I?'' 
 ‘‘I can't help feeling;'' I continued blunderingly; ‘‘that we've rather left her out of the possible suspects; simply on the strength of her having been away from the place。 But; after all; she was only fifteen miles away。 A car would do it in half an hour。 Can we say positively that she was away from Styles on the night of the murder?'' 
 ‘‘Yes; my friend;'' said Poirot unexpectedly; ‘‘we can。 One of my first actions was to ring up the hospital where she was working。'' 
 ‘‘Well?'' 
 ‘‘Well; I learnt that Miss Howard had been on afternoon duty on Tuesday; and that  a convoy ing in unexpectedly  she had 

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