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Personally
,
I
was
not
sanguine
.
Poirot
might
have
excellent
reasons
for
his
belief
in
Inglethorp
’
s
innocence
,
but
a
man
of
the
type
of
Summerhaye
would
require
tangible
proofs
,
and
these
I
doubted
if
Poirot
could
supply
.
Before
very
long
we
had
all
trooped
into
the
drawing
-
room
,
the
door
of
which
Japp
closed
.
Poirot
politely
set
chairs
for
everyone
.
The
Scotland
Yard
men
were
the
cynosure
of
all
eyes
.
I
think
that
for
the
first
time
we
realized
that
the
thing
was
not
a
bad
dream
,
but
a
tangible
reality
.
We
had
read
of
such
things
—
now
we
ourselves
were
actors
in
the
drama
.
To
-
morrow
the
daily
papers
,
all
over
England
,
would
blazon
out
the
news
in
staring
headlines
:
“
MYSTERIOUS
TRAGEDY
IN
ESSEX
”
“
WEALTHY
LADY
POISONED
”
There
would
be
pictures
of
Styles
,
snap
-
shots
of
“
The
family
leaving
the
Inquest
”
—
the
village
photographer
had
not
been
idle
!
All
the
things
that
one
had
read
a
hundred
times
—
things
that
happen
to
other
people
,
not
to
oneself
.
And
now
,
in
this
house
,
a
murder
had
been
committed
.
In
front
of
us
were
“
the
detectives
in
charge
of
the
case
.
”
The
well
-
known
glib
phraseology
passed
rapidly
through
my
mind
in
the
interval
before
Poirot
opened
the
proceedings
.
I
think
everyone
was
a
little
surprised
that
it
should
be
he
and
not
one
of
the
official
detectives
who
took
the
initiative
.
“
Mesdames
and
messieurs
,
”
said
Poirot
,
bowing
as
though
he
were
a
celebrity
about
to
deliver
a
lecture
,
“
I
have
asked
you
to
come
here
all
together
,
for
a
certain
object
.
That
object
,
it
concerns
Mr
.
Alfred
Inglethorp
.
”
Inglethorp
was
sitting
a
little
by
himself
—
I
think
,
unconsciously
,
everyone
had
drawn
his
chair
slightly
away
from
him
—
and
he
gave
a
faint
start
as
Poirot
pronounced
his
name
.
“
Mr
.
Inglethorp
,
”
said
Poirot
,
addressing
him
directly
,
“
a
very
dark
shadow
is
resting
on
this
house
—
the
shadow
of
murder
.
”
