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"My dear Evie, don't shout so Whatever we may think or suspect, it is better to say as little as possible for the present The inquest isn't until Friday"

"Not until fiddlesticks!" The snort Miss Howard gave was truly nificent "You're all off your heads The man will be out of the country by then If he's any sense, he won't stay here taed"

John Cavendish looked at her helplessly

"I knohat it is," she accused hi to the doctors Never should What do they know? Nothing at all--or just enough to ht to know--reatest fool that even I have ever seen Heart seizure! Sort of thing he would say Anyone with any sense could see at once that her husband had poisoned her I always said he'd murder her in her bed, poor soul Now he's done it And all you can do is to s about 'heart seizure' and 'inquest on Friday' You ought to be ashamed of yourself, John Cavendish"

"What do you want me to do?" asked John, unable to help a faint smile "Dash it all, Evie, I can't haul him down to the local police station by the scruff of his neck"

"Well, you ar Dare say he soaked fly papers Ask Cook if she's missed any"

It occurred to me very forcibly at that lethorp under the same roof, and keep the peace between them, was likely to prove a Herculean task, and I did not envy John I could see by the expression of his face that he fully appreciated the difficulty of the position For the e in retreat, and left the rooht in fresh tea As she left the roo, and sat down facing Miss Howard

"Made"

"Ask away," said the lady, eyeing him with some disfavour

"I want to be able to count upon your help"

"I'll help you to hang Alfred with pleasure," she replied gruffly "Hanging's too good for hiood old times"

"We are at one then," said Poirot, "for I, too, want to hang the criminal"