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I
saw
a
strange
look
come
into
Dorcas
’
s
eyes
.
“
No
,
sir
.
Not
Mr
.
Lawrence
—
Mr
.
John
.
”
Behind
me
,
with
a
wild
cry
,
Mary
Cavendish
fell
heavily
against
me
,
and
as
I
turned
to
catch
her
I
met
the
quiet
triumph
in
Poirot
’
s
eyes
.
The
trial
of
John
Cavendish
for
the
murder
of
his
stepmother
took
place
two
months
later
.
Of
the
intervening
weeks
I
will
say
little
,
but
my
admiration
and
sympathy
went
out
unfeignedly
to
Mary
Cavendish
.
She
ranged
herself
passionately
on
her
husband
’
s
side
,
scorning
the
mere
idea
of
his
guilt
,
and
fought
for
him
tooth
and
nail
.
I
expressed
my
admiration
to
Poirot
,
and
he
nodded
thoughtfully
.
“
Yes
,
she
is
of
those
women
who
show
at
their
best
in
adversity
.
It
brings
out
all
that
is
sweetest
and
truest
in
them
.
Her
pride
and
her
jealousy
have
—
—
”
“
Jealousy
?
”
I
queried
.
“
Yes
.
Have
you
not
realized
that
she
is
an
unusually
jealous
woman
?
As
I
was
saying
,
her
pride
and
jealousy
have
been
laid
aside
.
She
thinks
of
nothing
but
her
husband
,
and
the
terrible
fate
that
is
hanging
over
him
.
”
He
spoke
very
feelingly
,
and
I
looked
at
him
earnestly
,
remembering
that
last
afternoon
,
when
he
had
been
deliberating
whether
or
not
to
speak
.
With
his
tenderness
for
“
a
woman
’
s
happiness
,
”
I
felt
glad
that
the
decision
had
been
taken
out
of
his
hands
.
