She looked at him for a moment in silence, then
she raised her chin defiantly.
"I will answer your question. I loved Jack from
the first moment I saw him--two years ago. Lately I think--I believe--he has come to love me. But he
has never said so."
"£patant.t'' said Poirot. "You have saved me a
good quarter of an hour by coming to the point
without beating the bush. You have the good
sense. Now your husband--did he suspect your
feelings?"
"I don't know," Said Marguerita slowly. "I
thoughtlately--that he might. His manner has
been different But
that may have been merely
my
fancy."
"Nobody
else knew?"
"I do not think so."
"And--pardon
me, madame--you did not love your
husband?"
There
were, I think, very few women who we
ld have answered that question as simply
as this woman did. They would have tried to
explain their
feelings.
Maruerita Clayton said
quite simply: "No." "Bien. Now we know where