The Regatta Mystery and Other Stories (Hercule Poirot 21) - Page 193

She fought against it. I know she struggled...

but I gave her no help. I couldn't. I was en

trenched in my gloomy, sullen reserve. I was suf

fering like hell--and I couldn't stretch out a finger

to save myself. I didn't help her. I made things

worse. I let loose at her one day--a string of sav

age, unwarranted abuse. I was nearly mad with

jealousy and misery. The things I said were cruel

and untrue and I knew while I was saying them

how cruel and how untrue they were. And yet I

took a savage pleasure in saying them ....

I remember how Sylvia flushed and shrank ....

I drove her to the edge of endurance.

I remember she said, "This can't go on "

Whe

n

I came home that night the house was empty--empty.

There was a note--quite in the traditional

fashion.

In

it she said that she was leaving me--for good. She

was going down to Badgeworthy for a day or two.

After that she was going to the one person who

loved her and needed her. I was to take tha as

final.

I

suppose that up to then I hadn't really believed my

own suspicions. This confirmation in black and

white of my worst fears sent me raving mad. I went

down to Badgeworthy after her as fast as the car

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