ordingly, went that way. I had nearly reached the lodge, when my
attention was arrested by the running figure of a man approaching me. It
was Mr. Inglethorp. Where had he been? How did he intend to explain his
absence?
He accosted me eagerly.
"My God! This is terrible! My poor wife! I have only just heard."
"Where have you been?" I asked.
"Denby kept me late last night. It was one o'clock before we'd finished.
Then I found that I'd forgotten the latch-key after all. I didn't want
to arouse the household, so Denby gave me a bed."
"How did you hear the news?" I asked.
"Wilkins knocked Denby up to tell him. My poor Emily! She was so
self-sacrificing--such a noble character. She over-taxed her strength."
A wave of revulsion swept over me. What a consummate hypocrite the man
was!
"I must hurry on," I said, thankful that he did not ask me whither I was
bound.
In a few minutes I was knocking at the door of Leastways Cottage.
Getting no answer, I repeated my summons impatiently. A window above me
was cautiously opened, and Poirot himself looked out.
He gave an exclamation of surprise at seeing me. In a few brief words, I
explained the tragedy that had occurred, and that I wanted his help.
"Wait, my friend, I will let you in, and you shall recount to me the
affair whilst I dress."
In a few moments he had unbarred the door, and I followed him up to his
room. There he installed me in a chair, and I related the whole
story, keeping back nothing, and omitting no circumstance, however
insignificant, whilst he himself made a careful and deliberate toilet.
I told him of my awakening, of Mrs. Inglethorp's dying words, of her
husband's absence, of the quarrel the day before, of the scrap of
conversation between Mary and her mother-in-law that I had overheard, of
the former quarrel between Mrs. Inglethorp and Evelyn Howard, and of the
latter's innuendoes.
I was hardly as clear as I could wish. I repeated myself several times,
and occasionally had to go back to some detail that I had forgotten.
Poirot smiled kindly on me.
"The mind is confused? Is it not so? Take time, mon ami. You are
agitated; you are excited--it is but natural. Presently, when we are
calmer, we will arrange the facts, neatly, each in his proper place. We
will examine--and reject. Those of importance we will put on one side;
those of no importance, pouf!"--he screwed up his cherub-like face, and
puffed comically enough--"blow them away
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