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They
were
not
exactly
reassuring
words
,
and
I
observed
Lady
Willard
wince
as
he
uttered
them
.
Yet
,
at
the
same
time
,
the
fact
that
he
had
not
pooh
-
poohed
her
fears
seemed
in
itself
to
be
a
relief
to
her
.
For
my
part
I
had
never
before
suspected
that
Poirot
had
so
deep
a
vein
of
superstition
in
his
nature
.
I
tackled
him
on
the
subject
as
we
went
homewards
.
His
manner
was
grave
and
earnest
.
“
But
yes
,
Hastings
.
I
believe
in
these
things
.
You
must
not
underrate
the
force
of
superstition
.
”
“
What
are
we
going
to
do
about
it
?
”
“
Toujours
pratique
,
the
good
Hastings
!
Eh
bien
,
to
begin
with
we
are
going
to
cable
to
New
York
for
fuller
details
of
young
Mr
.
Bleibner
’
s
death
.
”
He
duly
sent
off
his
cable
.
The
reply
was
full
and
precise
.
Young
Rupert
Bleibner
had
been
in
low
water
for
several
years
.
He
had
been
a
beach
-
comber
and
a
remittance
man
in
several
South
Sea
islands
,
but
had
returned
to
New
York
two
years
ago
,
where
he
had
rapidly
sunk
lower
and
lower
.
The
most
significant
thing
,
to
my
mind
,
was
that
he
had
recently
managed
to
borrow
enough
money
to
take
him
to
Egypt
.
“
I
’
ve
a
good
friend
there
I
can
borrow
from
,
”
he
had
declared
.
Here
,
however
,
his
plans
had
gone
awry
.
He
had
returned
to
New
York
cursing
his
skinflint
of
an
uncle
who
cared
more
for
the
bones
of
dead
and
gone
kings
than
his
own
flesh
and
blood
.
It
was
during
his
sojourn
in
Egypt
that
the
death
of
Sir
John
Willard
occurred
.
Rupert
had
plunged
once
more
into
his
life
of
dissipation
in
New
York
,
and
then
,
without
warning
,
he
had
committed
suicide
,
leaving
behind
him
a
letter
which
contained
some
curious
phrases
.
It
seemed
written
in
a
sudden
fit
of
remorse
.
He
referred
to
himself
as
a
leper
and
an
outcast
,
and
the
letter
ended
by
declaring
that
such
as
he
were
better
dead
.
A
shadowy
theory
leapt
into
my
brain
.
I
had
never
really
believed
in
the
vengeance
of
a
long
dead
Egyptian
king
.
I
saw
here
a
more
modern
crime
.
Supposing
this
young
man
had
decided
to
do
away
with
his
uncle
—
preferably
by
poison
.
By
mistake
,
Sir
John
Willard
receives
the
fatal
dose
.
The
young
man
returns
to
New
York
,
haunted
by
his
crime
.
The
news
of
his
uncle
’
s
death
reaches
him
.
He
realizes
how
unnecessary
his
crime
has
been
,
and
stricken
with
remorse
takes
his
own
life
.
I
outlined
my
solution
to
Poirot
.
He
was
interested
.
