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“
Now
there
was
,
of
course
,
no
bromide
in
Dr
.
Wilkins
’
prescription
,
but
you
will
remember
that
I
mentioned
an
empty
box
of
bromide
powders
.
One
or
two
of
those
powders
introduced
into
the
full
bottle
of
medicine
would
effectually
precipitate
the
strychnine
,
as
the
book
describes
,
and
cause
it
to
be
taken
in
the
last
dose
.
You
will
learn
later
that
the
person
who
usually
poured
out
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
’
s
medicine
was
always
extremely
careful
not
to
shake
the
bottle
,
but
to
leave
the
sediment
at
the
bottom
of
it
undisturbed
.
“
Throughout
the
case
,
there
have
been
evidences
that
the
tragedy
was
intended
to
take
place
on
Monday
evening
.
On
that
day
,
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
’
s
bell
wire
was
neatly
cut
,
and
on
Monday
evening
Mademoiselle
Cynthia
was
spending
the
night
with
friends
,
so
that
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
would
have
been
quite
alone
in
the
right
wing
,
completely
shut
off
from
help
of
any
kind
,
and
would
have
died
,
in
all
probability
,
before
medical
aid
could
have
been
summoned
.
But
in
her
hurry
to
be
in
time
for
the
village
entertainment
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
forgot
to
take
her
medicine
,
and
the
next
day
she
lunched
away
from
home
,
so
that
the
last
—
and
fatal
—
dose
was
actually
taken
twenty
-
four
hours
later
than
had
been
anticipated
by
the
murderer
;
and
it
is
owing
to
that
delay
that
the
final
proof
—
the
last
link
of
the
chain
—
is
now
in
my
hands
.
”
Amid
breathless
excitement
,
he
held
out
three
thin
strips
of
paper
.
“
A
letter
in
the
murderer
’
s
own
hand
-
writing
,
mes
amis
!
Had
it
been
a
little
clearer
in
its
terms
,
it
is
possible
that
Mrs
.
Inglethorp
,
warned
in
time
,
would
have
escaped
.
As
it
was
,
she
realized
her
danger
,
but
not
the
manner
of
it
”
In
the
deathly
silence
,
Poirot
pieced
together
the
slips
of
paper
and
,
clearing
his
throat
,
read
:
Dearest
Evelyn
:
‘
You
will
be
anxious
at
hearing
nothing
.
It
is
all
right
—
only
it
will
be
to
-
night
instead
of
last
night
.
You
understand
.
There
’
s
a
good
time
coming
once
the
old
woman
is
dead
and
out
of
the
way
.
No
one
can
possibly
bring
home
the
crime
to
me
.
That
idea
of
yours
about
the
bromides
was
a
stroke
of
genius
!
But
we
must
be
very
circumspect
.
A
false
step
—
—
’
“
Here
,
my
friends
,
the
letter
breaks
off
.
Doubtless
the
writer
was
interrupted
;
but
there
can
be
no
question
as
to
his
identity
.
We
all
know
this
hand
-
writing
and
—
—
”
