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“
Ah
!
”
murmured
Poirot
to
himself
.
“
But
it
is
an
idea
,
that
!
”
“
You
think
it
is
true
?
”
I
whispered
.
“
I
do
not
say
that
But
it
is
truly
an
ingenious
supposition
.
”
“
You
read
my
wife
’
s
last
words
as
an
accusation
”
—
Inglethorp
was
continuing
—
“
they
were
,
on
the
contrary
,
an
appeal
to
me
.
”
The
Coroner
reflected
a
moment
,
then
he
said
:
“
I
believe
,
Mr
.
Inglethorp
,
that
you
yourself
poured
out
the
coffee
,
and
took
it
to
your
wife
that
evening
?
”
“
I
poured
it
out
,
yes
.
But
I
did
not
take
it
to
her
.
I
meant
to
do
so
,
but
I
was
told
that
a
friend
was
at
the
hall
door
,
so
I
laid
down
the
coffee
on
the
hall
table
.
When
I
came
through
the
hall
again
a
few
minutes
later
,
it
was
gone
.
”
This
statement
might
,
or
might
not
,
be
true
,
but
it
did
not
seem
to
me
to
improve
matters
much
for
Inglethorp
.
In
any
case
,
he
had
had
ample
time
to
introduce
the
poison
.
At
that
point
,
Poirot
nudged
me
gently
,
indicating
two
men
who
were
sitting
together
near
the
door
.
One
was
a
little
,
sharp
,
dark
,
ferret
-
faced
man
,
the
other
was
tall
and
fair
.
