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There
was
a
dead
silence
for
a
minute
or
two
.
Both
the
Count
and
Countess
had
gone
deadly
white
.
Poirot
said
in
a
gentler
tone
:
"
It
is
of
no
use
denying
.
That
is
the
truth
,
is
it
not
?
"
The
Count
burst
out
furiously
:
"
I
demand
,
Monsieur
,
by
what
right
you
--
"
She
interrupted
him
,
putting
up
a
small
hand
towards
his
mouth
.
"
No
,
Rudolph
.
Let
me
speak
.
It
is
useless
to
deny
what
this
gentleman
says
.
We
had
better
sit
down
and
talk
the
matter
out
.
"
Her
voice
had
changed
.
It
still
had
the
southern
richness
of
tone
,
but
it
had
become
suddenly
more
clear
cut
and
incisive
.
It
was
,
for
the
first
time
,
a
definitely
American
voice
.
The
Count
was
silenced
.
He
obeyed
the
gesture
of
her
hand
they
both
sat
down
opposite
Poirot
.
"
Your
statement
,
Monsieur
,
is
quite
true
,
"
said
the
Countess
.
"
I
am
Helena
Goldenberg
,
the
younger
sister
of
Mrs.
Armstrong
.
"
"
You
did
not
acquaint
me
with
that
fact
this
morning
,
Madame
la
Comtesse
.
"
