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“
For
a
narcotic
?
”
“
Yes
.
Here
is
the
analyst
’
s
report
.
Mrs
.
Cavendish
administered
a
safe
,
but
effectual
,
narcotic
to
both
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
and
Mademoiselle
Cynthia
.
And
it
is
possible
that
she
had
a
mauvais
quart
d
’
heure
in
consequence
!
Imagine
her
feelings
when
her
mother
-
in
-
law
is
suddenly
taken
ill
and
dies
,
and
immediately
after
she
hears
the
word
‘
Poison
’
!
She
has
believed
that
the
sleeping
draught
she
administered
was
perfectly
harmless
,
but
there
is
no
doubt
that
for
one
terrible
moment
she
must
have
feared
that
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
’
s
death
lay
at
her
door
.
She
is
seized
with
panic
,
and
under
its
influence
she
hurries
downstairs
,
and
quickly
drops
the
coffee
-
cup
and
saucer
used
by
Mademoiselle
Cynthia
into
a
large
brass
vase
,
where
it
is
discovered
later
by
Monsieur
Lawrence
.
The
remains
of
the
cocoa
she
dare
not
touch
.
Too
many
eyes
are
upon
her
.
Guess
at
her
relief
when
strychnine
is
mentioned
,
and
she
discovers
that
after
all
the
tragedy
is
not
her
doing
.
“
We
are
now
able
to
account
for
the
symptoms
of
strychnine
poisoning
being
so
long
in
making
their
appearance
.
A
narcotic
taken
with
strychnine
will
delay
the
action
of
the
poison
for
some
hours
.
”
Poirot
paused
.
Mary
looked
up
at
him
,
the
colour
slowly
rising
in
her
face
.
“
All
you
have
said
is
quite
true
,
Monsieur
Poirot
.
It
was
the
most
awful
hour
of
my
life
.
I
shall
never
forget
it
.
But
you
are
wonderful
.
I
understand
now
—
—
”
“
What
I
meant
when
I
told
you
that
you
could
safely
confess
to
Papa
Poirot
,
eh
?
But
you
would
not
trust
me
.
”
“
I
see
everything
now
,
”
said
Lawrence
.
“
The
drugged
cocoa
,
taken
on
top
of
the
poisoned
coffee
,
amply
accounts
for
the
delay
.
”
“
Exactly
.
But
was
the
coffee
poisoned
,
or
was
it
not
?
We
come
to
a
little
difficulty
here
,
since
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
never
drank
it
.
”
“
What
?
”
The
cry
of
surprise
was
universal
.
“
No
.
You
will
remember
my
speaking
of
a
stain
on
the
carpet
in
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
’
s
room
?
There
were
some
peculiar
points
about
that
stain
.
It
was
still
damp
,
it
exhaled
a
strong
odour
of
coffee
,
and
imbedded
in
the
nap
of
the
carpet
I
found
some
little
splinters
of
china
.
What
had
happened
was
plain
to
me
,
for
not
two
minutes
before
I
had
placed
my
little
case
on
the
table
near
the
window
,
and
the
table
,
tilting
up
,
had
deposited
it
upon
the
floor
on
precisely
the
identical
spot
.
In
exactly
the
same
way
,
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
had
laid
down
her
cup
of
coffee
on
reaching
her
room
the
night
before
,
and
the
treacherous
table
had
played
her
the
same
trick
.
