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"
Let
us
take
a
man
–
a
very
ordinary
man
.
A
man
with
no
idea
of
murder
in
his
heart
.
There
is
in
him
somewhere
a
strain
of
weakness
–
deep
down
.
It
has
so
far
never
been
called
into
play
.
Perhaps
it
never
will
be
–
and
if
so
he
will
go
to
his
grave
honoured
and
respected
by
everyone
.
But
let
us
suppose
that
something
occurs
.
He
is
in
difficulties
–
or
perhaps
not
that
even
.
He
may
stumble
by
accident
on
a
secret
–
a
secret
involving
life
or
death
to
someone
.
And
his
first
impulse
will
be
to
speak
out
–
to
do
his
duty
as
an
honest
citizen
.
And
then
the
strain
of
weakness
tells
.
Here
is
a
chance
of
money
–
a
great
amount
of
money
.
He
wants
money
–
he
desires
it
–
and
it
is
so
easy
.
He
has
to
do
nothing
for
it
–
just
keep
silence
.
That
is
the
beginning
.
The
desire
for
money
grows
.
He
must
have
more
–
and
more
!
He
is
intoxicated
by
the
gold
mine
which
has
opened
at
his
feet
.
He
becomes
greedy
.
And
in
his
greed
he
overreaches
himself
.
One
can
press
a
man
as
far
as
one
likes
–
but
with
a
woman
one
must
not
press
too
far
.
For
a
woman
has
at
heart
a
great
desire
to
speak
the
truth
.
How
many
husbands
who
have
deceived
their
wives
go
comfortably
to
their
graves
,
carrying
their
secret
with
them
!
How
many
wives
who
have
deceived
their
husbands
wreck
their
lives
by
throwing
the
fact
in
those
same
husbands
"
teeth
!
They
have
been
pressed
too
far
.
In
a
reckless
moment
(
which
they
will
afterwards
regret
,
bien
entendu
)
they
fling
safety
to
the
winds
and
turn
at
bay
,
proclaiming
the
truth
with
great
momentary
satisfaction
to
themselves
.
So
it
was
,
I
think
,
in
this
case
.
The
strain
was
too
great
And
so
there
came
your
proverb
,
the
death
of
the
goose
that
laid
the
golden
eggs
.
But
that
is
not
the
end
.
Exposure
faced
the
man
of
whom
we
are
speaking
.
And
he
is
not
the
same
man
he
was
–
say
,
a
year
ago
.
His
moral
fibre
is
blunted
.
He
is
desperate
.
He
is
fighting
a
losing
battle
,
and
he
is
prepared
to
take
any
means
that
come
to
his
hand
,
for
exposure
means
ruin
to
him
.
And
so
–
the
dagger
strikes
!
"
He
was
silent
for
a
moment
.
It
was
as
though
he
had
laid
a
spell
upon
the
room
.
I
cannot
try
to
describe
the
impression
his
words
produced
.
There
was
something
in
the
merciless
analysis
,
and
the
ruthless
power
of
vision
which
struck
fear
into
both
of
us
.
"
Afterwards
,
"
he
went
on
softly
,
"
the
dagger
removed
,
he
will
be
himself
again
,
normal
,
kindly
.
But
if
the
need
again
arises
,
then
once
more
he
will
strike
.
"
Caroline
roused
herself
at
last
.
"
You
are
speaking
of
Ralph
Paton
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
may
be
right
,
you
may
not
,
but
you
have
no
business
to
condemn
a
man
unheard
.
"
The
telephone
bell
rang
sharply
.
I
went
out
into
the
hall
,
and
took
off
the
receiver
.
"
What
?
"
I
said
.
"
Yes
.
Dr
Sheppard
speaking
.
"
I
listened
for
a
minute
or
two
,
then
replied
briefly
.
Replacing
the
receiver
,
I
went
back
into
the
drawing
-
room
.
"
Poirot
,
"
I
said
,
"
they
have
detained
a
man
at
Liverpool
.
His
name
is
Charles
Kent
,
and
he
is
believed
to
be
the
stranger
who
visited
Femly
that
night
.
They
want
me
to
go
to
Liverpool
at
once
and
identify
him
.
’
