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"You never told me," I said reproachfully.
Poirot spread out his hands apologetically.
"Pardon me, mon ami, you were not precisely sympathique." He turned to
me earnestly. "Tell me--you see now that he must not be arrested?"
"Perhaps," I said doubtfully, for I was really quite indifferent to the fate of
Alfred Inglethorp, and thought that a good fright would do him no harm.
Poirot, who was watching me intently, gave a sigh.
"Come, my friend," he said, changing the subject, "apart from Mr.
Inglethorp, how did the evidence at the inquest strike you?"
"
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Oh, pretty much what I expected."
Did nothing strike you as peculiar about it?"
My thoughts flew to Mary Cavendish, and I hedged:
"In what way?"
"
Well, Mr. Lawrence Cavendish's evidence for instance?"
I was relieved.
"Oh, Lawrence! No, I don't think so. He's always a nervous chap."
"
His suggestion that his mother might have been poisoned accidentally by
means of the tonic she was taking, that did not strike you as strange--hein?"
"
No, I can't say it did. The doctors ridiculed it of course. But it was quite a
natural suggestion for a layman to make."
"But Monsieur Lawrence is not a layman. You told me yourself that he had
started by studying medicine, and that he had taken his degree."
"Yes, that's true. I never thought of that." I was rather startled. "It is odd."
Poirot nodded.
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