Page 74 (2/2)

"He is clever," observed Poirot meditatively

"Oh, clever as the devil! I ht he was in on Tuesday You never saw such a spectacle!" And I described the doctor's adventure "He looked a regular scarecrow! Plastered with mud from head to foot"

"You saw him, then?"

"Yes Of course, he didn't want to colethorp insisted"

"What?" Poirot caught me violently by the shoulders "Was Dr Bauerstein here on Tuesday evening? Here? And you never told me? Why did you not tell me? Why? Why?"

He appeared to be in an absolute frenzy

"My dear Poirot," I expostulated, "I never thought it would interest you I didn't knoas of any importance"

"Importance? It is of the first iht--the night of the --everything!"

I had never seen hihtened a pair of candlesticks, still "

Suddenly he seemed to come to a decision