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A
howl
that
was
almost
a
scream
broke
the
silence
.
“
You
devil
!
How
did
you
get
it
?
”
A
chair
was
overturned
.
Poirot
skipped
nimbly
aside
.
A
quick
movement
on
his
part
,
and
his
assailant
fell
with
a
crash
.
“
Messieurs
,
mesdames
,
”
said
Poirot
,
with
a
flourish
,
“
let
me
introduce
you
to
the
murderer
,
Mr
.
Alfred
Inglethorp
!
”
“
Poirot
,
you
old
villain
,
”
I
said
,
“
I
’
ve
half
a
mind
to
strangle
you
!
What
do
you
mean
by
deceiving
me
as
you
have
done
?
”
We
were
sitting
in
the
library
.
Several
hectic
days
lay
behind
us
.
In
the
room
below
,
John
and
Mary
were
together
once
more
,
while
Alfred
Inglethorp
and
Miss
Howard
were
in
custody
.
Now
at
last
,
I
had
Poirot
to
myself
,
and
could
relieve
my
still
burning
curiosity
.
Poirot
did
not
answer
me
for
a
moment
,
but
at
last
he
said
:
“
I
did
not
deceive
you
,
mon
ami
.
At
most
,
I
permitted
you
to
deceive
yourself
.
”
“
Yes
,
but
why
?
”
“
Well
,
it
is
difficult
to
explain
.
You
see
,
my
friend
,
you
have
a
nature
so
honest
,
and
a
countenance
so
transparent
,
that
—
enfin
,
to
conceal
your
feelings
is
impossible
!
If
I
had
told
you
my
ideas
,
the
very
first
time
you
saw
Mr
.
Alfred
Inglethorp
that
astute
gentleman
would
have
—
in
your
so
expressive
idiom
—
‘
smelt
a
rat
’
!
And
then
,
bonjour
to
our
chances
of
catching
him
!
”
