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"She has all Wednesdays off, and comes back to lunch on Saturdays. Those
are her only times off."
"I will remember. Women are doing great work nowadays, and Mademoiselle
Cynthia is clever--oh, yes, she has brains, that little one."
"Yes. I believe she has passed quite a stiff exam."
"Without doubt. After all, it is very responsible work. I suppose they have
very strong poisons there?"
"Yes, she showed them to us. They are kept locked up in a little cupboard. I
believe they have to be very careful. They always take out the key before
leaving the room."
"
Indeed. It is near the window, this cupboard?"
No, right the other side of the room. Why?"
"
Poirot shrugged his shoulders.
I wondered. That is all. Will you come in?"
We had reached the cottage.
No. I think I'll be getting back. I shall go round the long way through the
"
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woods."
The woods round Styles were very beautiful. After the walk across the open
park, it was pleasant to saunter lazily through the cool glades. There was
hardly a breath of wind, the very chirp of the birds was faint and subdued. I
strolled on a little way, and finally flung myself down at the foot of a grand
old beech-tree. My thoughts of mankind were kindly and charitable. I even
forgave Poirot for his absurd secrecy. In fact, I was at peace with the world.
Then I yawned.
I thought about the crime, and it struck me as being very unreal and far off.
I yawned again.
Probably, I thought, it really never happened. Of course, it was all a bad
dream. The truth of the matter was that it was Lawrence who had murdered
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