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"
I
thank
you
,
no
,
"
said
Poirot
,
rising
.
"
All
my
excuses
for
having
deranged
you
.
"
"
Not
at
all
,
not
at
all
.
"
"
The
word
derange
,
"
I
remarked
,
when
we
were
outside
again
,
"
is
applicable
to
mental
disorder
only
.
"
"
Ah
!
"
cried
Poirot
,
"
never
will
my
English
be
quite
perfect
.
A
curious
language
.
I
should
then
have
said
disarranged
,
n
’
est
-
ce
pas
?
"
"
Disturbed
is
the
word
you
had
in
mind
.
"
"
I
thank
you
,
my
friend
.
The
word
exact
,
you
are
zealous
for
it
.
Eh
bien
,
what
about
our
friend
Parker
now
?
With
twenty
-
thousand
pounds
in
hand
,
would
he
have
continued
being
a
butler
?
Je
ne
pense
pas
.
It
is
,
of
course
,
possible
that
he
banked
the
money
under
another
name
,
but
I
am
disposed
to
believe
he
spoke
the
truth
to
us
.
If
he
is
a
scoundrel
,
he
is
a
scoundrel
on
a
mean
scale
.
He
has
not
the
big
ideas
.
That
leaves
us
as
a
possibility
,
Raymond
,
or
well
–
Major
Blunt
.
"
"
Surely
not
Raymond
,
"
I
objected
.
"
Since
we
know
that
he
was
desperately
hard
up
for
a
matter
of
five
hundred
pounds
.
"
"
That
is
what
he
says
,
yes
.
"
"
And
as
to
Hector
Blunt
"
"
I
will
tell
you
something
as
to
the
good
Major
Blunt
,
"
interrupted
Poirot
.
"
It
is
my
business
to
make
inquiries
.
I
make
them
.
Eh
bien
–
that
legacy
of
which
he
speaks
,
I
have
discovered
that
the
amount
of
it
was
close
upon
twenty
thousand
pounds
.
What
do
you
think
of
that
?
"
I
was
so
taken
aback
that
I
could
hardly
speak
.
"
It
’
s
impossible
,
"
I
said
at
last
.
"
A
well
-
known
man
like
Hector
Blunt
.
"
Poirot
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
Who
knows
?
At
least
he
is
a
man
with
big
ideas
.
I
confess
that
I
hardly
see
him
as
a
blackmailer
,
but
there
is
another
possibility
that
you
have
not
even
considered
.
"
"
What
is
that
?
"
"
The
fire
,
my
friend
.
Ackroyd
himself
may
have
destroyed
that
letter
,
blue
envelope
and
all
,
after
you
left
him
.
"
"
I
hardly
think
that
likely
,
"
I
said
slowly
.
"
And
yet
–
of
course
,
it
may
be
so
.
He
might
have
changed
his
mind
.
"
We
had
just
arrived
at
my
house
,
and
on
the
spur
of
the
moment
I
invited
Poirot
to
come
in
and
take
pot
luck
.
I
thought
Caroline
would
be
pleased
with
me
,
but
it
is
hard
to
satisfy
one
’
s
womenfolk
.
It
appears
that
we
were
eating
chops
for
lunch
–
the
kitchen
staff
being
regaled
on
tripe
and
onions
.
And
two
chops
set
before
three
people
are
productive
of
embarrassment
.
But
Caroline
is
seldom
daunted
for
long
.
With
magnificent
mendacity
,
she
explained
to
Poirot
that
although
James
laughed
at
her
for
doing
so
,
she
adhered
strictly
to
a
vegetarian
diet
.
She
descanted
ecstatically
on
the
delights
of
nut
cutlets
(
which
I
am
quite
sure
she
has
never
tasted
)
and
ate
a
Welsh
rarebit
with
gusto
and
frequent
cutting
remarks
as
to
the
dangers
of
"
flesh
"
foods
.
Afterwards
,
when
we
were
sitting
in
front
of
the
fire
and
smoking
,
Caroline
attacked
Poirot
directly
.
"
Not
found
Ralph
Paton
yet
?
"
she
asked
.
"
Where
should
I
find
him
,
mademoiselle
?
"
"
I
thought
,
perhaps
,
you
’
d
found
him
in
Cranchester
,
"
said
Caroline
,
with
intense
meaning
in
her
tone
.
