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And
then
,
towards
the
close
of
the
trial
,
a
letter
,
posted
in
Paris
,
was
sent
to
the
Public
Prosecutor
.
It
was
from
Georges
Conneau
and
,
without
revealing
his
whereabouts
,
it
contained
a
full
confession
of
the
crime
.
He
declared
that
he
had
indeed
struck
the
fatal
blow
at
Madame
Beroldy
’
s
instigation
.
The
crime
had
been
planned
between
them
.
Believing
that
her
husband
ill
-
treated
her
,
and
maddened
by
his
own
passion
for
her
,
a
passion
which
he
believed
her
to
return
,
he
had
planned
the
crime
and
struck
the
fatal
blow
that
should
free
the
woman
he
loved
from
a
hateful
bondage
.
Now
,
for
the
first
time
,
he
learnt
of
Mr
.
Hiram
P
.
Trapp
,
and
realized
that
the
woman
he
loved
had
betrayed
him
!
Not
for
his
sake
did
she
wish
to
be
free
—
but
in
order
to
marry
the
wealthy
American
.
She
had
used
him
as
a
cat
’
s
-
paw
,
and
now
,
in
his
jealous
rage
,
he
turned
and
denounced
her
,
declaring
that
throughout
he
had
acted
at
her
instigation
.
And
then
Madame
Beroldy
proved
herself
the
remarkable
woman
she
undoubtedly
was
.
Without
hesitation
,
she
dropped
her
previous
defence
,
and
admitted
that
the
“
Russians
”
were
a
pure
invention
on
her
part
.
The
real
murderer
was
Georges
Conneau
.
Maddened
by
passion
,
he
had
committed
the
crime
,
vowing
that
if
she
did
not
keep
silence
he
would
enact
a
terrible
vengeance
from
her
.
Terrified
by
his
threats
,
she
had
consented
—
also
fearing
it
likely
that
if
she
told
the
truth
she
might
be
accused
of
conniving
at
the
crime
.
But
she
had
steadfastly
refused
to
have
anything
more
to
do
with
her
husband
’
s
murderer
,
and
it
was
in
revenge
for
this
attitude
on
her
part
that
he
had
written
this
letter
accusing
her
.
She
swore
solemnly
that
she
had
had
nothing
to
do
with
the
planning
of
the
crime
,
that
she
had
awoke
on
that
memorable
night
to
find
Georges
Conneau
standing
over
her
,
the
blood
-
stained
knife
in
his
hand
.
It
was
a
touch
and
go
affair
.
Madame
Beroldy
’
s
story
was
hardly
credible
.
But
this
woman
,
whose
fairy
tales
of
royal
intrigues
had
been
so
easily
accepted
,
had
the
supreme
art
of
making
herself
believed
.
Her
address
to
the
jury
was
a
masterpiece
.
The
tears
streaming
down
her
face
,
she
spoke
of
her
child
,
of
her
woman
’
s
honour
—
of
her
desire
to
keep
her
reputation
untarnished
for
the
child
’
s
sake
.
She
admitted
that
,
Georges
Conneau
having
been
her
lover
,
she
might
perhaps
be
held
morally
responsible
for
the
crime
—
but
,
before
God
,
nothing
more
!
She
knew
that
she
had
committed
a
grave
fault
in
not
denouncing
Conneau
to
the
law
,
but
she
declared
in
a
broken
voice
that
that
was
a
thing
no
woman
could
have
done
…
She
had
loved
him
!
Could
she
let
her
hand
be
the
one
to
send
him
to
the
Guillotine
?
She
had
been
guilty
of
much
,
but
she
was
innocent
of
the
terrible
crime
imputed
to
her
.
However
that
may
have
been
,
her
eloquence
and
personality
won
the
day
.
Madame
Beroldy
,
amidst
a
scene
of
unparalleled
excitement
,
was
acquitted
.
Despite
the
utmost
endeavours
of
the
police
,
Georges
Conneau
was
never
traced
.
As
for
Madame
Beroldy
,
nothing
more
was
heard
of
her
.
Taking
the
child
with
her
,
she
left
Paris
to
begin
a
new
life
.
I
have
set
down
the
Beroldy
case
in
full
.
Of
course
all
the
details
did
not
present
themselves
to
my
memory
as
I
have
recounted
them
here
.
Nevertheless
,
I
recalled
the
case
fairly
accurately
.
It
had
attracted
a
great
deal
of
interest
at
the
time
,
and
had
been
fully
reported
by
the
English
papers
,
so
that
it
did
not
need
much
effort
of
memory
on
my
part
to
recollect
the
salient
details
.
Just
for
the
moment
,
in
my
excitement
,
it
seemed
to
clear
up
the
whole
matter
.
I
admit
that
I
am
impulsive
,
and
Poirot
deplores
my
custom
of
jumping
to
conclusions
,
but
I
think
I
had
some
excuse
in
this
instance
.
The
remarkable
way
in
which
this
discovery
justified
Poirot
’
s
point
of
view
struck
me
at
once
.
“
Poirot
,
”
I
said
,
“
I
congratulate
you
.
I
see
everything
now
.
”
“
If
that
is
indeed
the
truth
,
I
congratulate
you
,
mon
ami
.
For
as
a
rule
you
are
not
famous
for
seeing
—
eh
,
is
it
not
so
?
”
