I think."
that clinches it."
"Yes," said Poirot, "I thiOtwith sudden con-His
voice had changed. It rar
fidence.
down at his writ-
When he had rung off, he s/t tjects on it in a
ing table and arranged the ured to himself,
mechanical manner. He mufti felt it--no, not
"There was something W.on$,.g I saw. En avant,
felt. It must have been SOethi/flect. Was every
the
little gray cells. Poncler-!i girl--her anxiety
thing logical and in order? TP[ontaine; her hus
about
the money; Mme. Delns--imbecile, but
band--his suggestion of usS{ garden--ah! Yes,
he is an imbecile; the rooh; tp
the garden."
/ light shone in his
He sat up very stiff. Th gr¢finto the adjoining
eyes. He sprang up and ven
room.
de the kindness to
"Miss Lemon, will yo h/ake an investiga-leave
what you are doing and
tion for me?"
t? I'm afraid I'm
"An investigation, M. Poif
not very good"