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"
Too
late
!
"
she
repeated
,
very
low
.
Poirot
leant
forward
,
looking
at
her
.
"
See
now
,
mademoiselle
,
"
he
said
very
gently
,
"
it
is
Papa
Poirot
who
asks
you
this
.
The
old
Papa
Poirot
who
has
much
knowledge
and
much
experience
.
I
would
not
seek
to
entrap
you
,
mademoiselle
.
Will
you
not
trust
me
–
and
tell
me
where
Ralph
Paton
is
hiding
?
"
The
girl
rose
and
stood
facing
him
.
"
M
.
Poirot
,
"
she
said
in
a
clear
voice
,
"
I
swear
to
you
swear
solemnly
–
that
I
have
no
idea
where
Ralph
is
,
and
that
I
have
neither
seen
him
nor
heard
from
him
either
on
the
day
of
-
of
the
murder
,
or
since
.
"
She
sat
down
again
.
Poirot
gazed
at
her
in
silence
for
a
minute
or
two
,
then
he
brought
his
hand
down
on
the
table
with
a
sharp
rap
.
"
Bien
!
That
is
that
,
"
he
said
.
His
face
hardened
.
"
Now
I
appeal
to
these
others
who
sit
round
this
table
,
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
,
Major
Blunt
,
Dr
Sheppard
,
Mr
.
Raymond
.
You
are
all
friends
and
intimates
of
the
missing
man
.
If
you
know
where
Ralph
Paton
is
hiding
,
speak
out
.
"
There
was
a
long
silence
.
Poirot
looked
to
each
in
turn
.
"
I
beg
of
you
,
"
he
said
in
a
low
voice
,
"
speak
out
.
"
But
still
there
was
silence
,
broken
at
last
by
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
.
"
I
must
say
,
"
she
observed
in
a
plaintive
voice
,
"
that
Ralph
’
s
absence
is
most
peculiar
–
most
peculiar
indeed
.
Not
to
come
forward
at
such
a
time
.
It
looks
,
you
know
,
as
though
there
were
something
behind
it
.
I
can
’
t
help
thinking
.
Flora
dear
,
that
it
was
a
very
fortunate
thing
your
engagement
was
never
formally
announced
.
"
"
Mother
!
"
cried
Flora
angrily
.
"
Providence
,
"
declared
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
.
"
I
have
a
devout
belief
in
Providence
–
a
divinity
that
shapes
our
ends
,
as
Shakespeare
’
s
beautiful
line
runs
.
"
"
Surely
you
don
’
t
make
the
Almighty
directly
responsible
for
thick
ankles
,
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
,
do
you
?
"
asked
Geoffrey
Raymond
,
his
irresponsible
laugh
ringing
out
.
His
idea
was
,
I
think
,
to
loosen
the
tension
,
but
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
threw
him
a
glance
of
reproach
and
took
out
her
handkerchief
.
