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am sure, will be 1mmed:ate,,
proud OF her. Two boys and :
girl would be nice-or two bow,
aEd two girls"
Lucy - Lucy! How you rur
on"
But, darling" Lady Angkate,.
opened wide beautiful eyes. "Ed
ward will never marry anyone
out Henrietta he is very, very
obstinate. Rather like my father
In that way. He gets an idea iy
his head! So, of course, Henrietta
must marry him - and she vii
nov that John Ckristow is out O.
the way. He was really the great
est misfortune that could poS5lbi,
have happened to her."
Poor DEVIL"
"Why? Oh, you mean because
res dead? Oh, well, everyone has
to die sometime. I never worry
over people dying ..."
He looked at her curious.y.
Il always thought you likee
CT ristow, Lucy"
Il found him amusing. And he
lad charm. But | never think one
ought to attach toe much impor
lance to anybody
And gently, with a smiling face
Lady Angkatell clipped remorse
lessly at a vine.
Hercule Poirot looked out of his
windoy and saw Henrietta Saver.
make walking up the path to the
front door. She was wearing the
sane green tweeds that she has
worn on the day of the Tragedy
There was a spaniel with her.
He fastened to the front door
al d opened it. She stood smiline
al him.
May l come in and see .you1
house? l like looking at people
houses. I'm just taking the dos
for a walk"
But most certainly. How Eng.
lish it is to take the dog for a
walk"
Il know" said Henrietta. q
thought of that. Dc you know tina
nice poem: The days passed
slowly one by ere. I fed the
ducks, reproved my wife. played
Hsndel's Largo CT the fife, AM
took the dog a run"
Again she smiled a brilliant.
unsubstantjal smile.
Poirot ushered her into his sit
ting room. She locked around lis
neat and prim arrangement ano
nodded her head.
Mice" she sad, "two of every.
thing. How you would haze my
studio"
why should 1 hate it.?
"Oh, a lot of clay sticking to
tnings-and here and there JUS
Ole thing that 1 happen to like
and which would be ruined j
there were two Of them"
But l can understand that
Mademoiselle. You are an artist ,
aren't you an artist too, M
Poirot?"
Poirot put his head on n side.
"It is a question, that. But, or
the whole, 1 would say no. I have
known crimes that we're artistl.-
they were, you understand, ST.
preme exercises CT imagination
but the solving uf them-no, it is
not the creative power that Is
needed. What is required is a pas
sion for the truth
ga passion for the TRUTH said
Henrietta meditatively. Yes, ]
can see how dangerous that might
make you. Would the truth satisfy
your"
He looked at her curiousiy.
What do you mean, Miss Saw
ernake?"
Il can understand that you
would want to kaow. But would
knowledge be enough? Would you
have to 60 a step farthet al d
u dllSldle hllOWlCQSG lItO dSttOl1
He was interested in her ap-
proach.
"You are suggesting that if ]
knew the truth about DR.. Chris
tow death-I might be satisfied
tc keep that knowledge to myself
Do you know the truth about MS
death?"
Henrietta shrugged her shout
ders.
1.-The obvious answer seems to
be Gerda. How cynical it IS that
a wife or a husband is always the
first suspect"
"But you do not agree??'
81 always like tu keep an open
mind"
Poirot said quietly:
"Why did you come here, Miss
Savernake?"
Il must admit that I haven I
your passion for truth, M. Poirot.