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I
would
have
catechized
him
further
,
for
I
did
not
quite
understand
his
meaning
,
but
at
that
moment
the
door
opened
and
Geoffrey
Raymond
was
announced
.
He
came
in
fresh
and
debonair
as
ever
,
and
greeted
us
both
.
"
How
are
you
,
doctor
?
M
.
Poirot
,
this
is
the
second
time
I
’
ve
been
here
this
morning
.
I
was
anxious
to
catch
you
.
"
"
Perhaps
I
’
d
better
be
off
,
"
I
suggested
rather
awkwardly
.
"
Not
on
my
account
,
doctor
.
No
,
it
’
s
just
this
,
"
he
went
on
,
seating
himself
at
a
wave
of
invitation
from
Poirot
,
"
I
’
ve
got
a
confession
to
make
.
"
"
En
verite
?
"
said
Poirot
,
with
an
air
of
polite
interest
.
"
Oh
,
it
’
s
of
no
consequence
,
really
.
But
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
my
conscience
has
been
pricking
me
ever
since
yesterday
afternoon
.
You
accused
us
all
of
keeping
back
something
,
M
.
Poirot
.
I
plead
guilty
.
I
’
ve
had
something
up
my
sleeve
.
"
"
And
what
is
that
,
M
.
Raymond
?
"
"
As
I
say
,
it
’
s
nothing
of
consequence
-
just
this
.
I
was
in
debt
–
badly
,
and
that
legacy
came
in
the
nick
of
time
.
Five
hundred
pounds
puts
me
on
my
feet
again
with
a
little
to
spare
.
"
He
smiled
at
us
both
with
that
engaging
frankness
that
made
him
such
a
likeable
youngster
.
"
You
know
how
it
is
.
Suspicious
-
looking
policemen
–
don
’
t
like
to
admit
you
were
hard
up
for
money
–
think
it
will
look
bad
to
them
.
But
I
was
a
fool
,
really
,
because
Blunt
and
I
were
in
the
billiard
room
from
a
quarter
to
ten
onwards
,
so
I
’
ve
got
a
watertight
alibi
and
nothing
to
fear
.
Still
,
when
you
thundered
out
that
stuff
about
concealing
things
,
I
felt
a
nasty
prick
of
conscience
,
and
I
thought
I
’
d
like
to
get
it
off
my
mind
.
"
He
got
up
again
and
stood
smiling
at
us
.
"
You
are
a
very
wise
young
man
,
"
said
Poirot
,
nodding
at
him
with
approval
.
"
See
you
,
when
I
know
that
anyone
is
hiding
things
from
me
,
I
suspect
that
the
thing
hidden
may
be
something
very
bad
indeed
.
You
have
done
well
.
"
"
I
’
m
glad
I
’
m
cleared
from
suspicion
,
"
laughed
Raymond
Til
be
off
now
.
"
"
So
that
is
that
,
"
I
remarked
,
as
the
door
closed
behind
the
young
secretary
.
"
Yes
,
"
agreed
Poirot
.
"
A
mere
bagatelle
–
but
if
he
had
not
been
in
the
billiard
room
–
who
knows
?
After
all
,
many
crimes
have
been
committed
for
the
sake
of
less
than
five
hundred
pounds
.
It
all
depends
on
what
sum
is
sufficient
to
break
a
man
.
A
question
of
relativity
,
is
it
not
so
?
Have
you
reflected
,
my
friend
,
that
many
people
in
that
house
stood
to
benefit
by
Mr
.
Ackroyd
’
s
death
?
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
,
Miss
Flora
,
young
Mr
.
Raymond
,
the
housekeeper
,
Miss
Russell
.
Only
one
,
in
fact
,
does
not
.
Major
Blunt
.
"
His
tone
in
uttering
that
name
was
so
peculiar
that
I
looked
up
,
puzzled
.
