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Yes, we have."
The young man moistened his dry lips. His face was working curiously.
It's all over the village about old Mrs. Inglethorp dying so suddenly. They do
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say--" he lowered his voice cautiously--"that it's poison?"
Poirot's face remained quite impassive.
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Only the doctors can tell us that, Mr. Mace."
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?"
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.
"Yes," he said, nodding gravely. "He will have evidence to give at the
inquest."
We went slowly upstairs again. I was opening my lips, when Poirot stopped
me with a gesture of his hand.
"Not now, not now, mon ami. I have need of reflection. My mind is in some
disorder--which is not well."
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.
"
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."
"And what are they?"
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The first is the state of the weather yesterday. That is very important."
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