So
I dusted it off with my apron, and took it in."
I had the utmost difficulty in controlling my excitement.
Unknown to herself, Annie had provided us with an important piece
of evidence. How she would have gaped if she had realized that
her "coarse kitchen salt" was strychnine, one of the most deadly
poisons known to mankind. I marvelled at Poirot's calm. His
self-control was astonishing. I awaited his next question with
impatience, but it disappointed me.
"When you went into Mrs. Inglethorp's room, was the door leading
into Miss Cynthia's room bolted?"
"Oh! Yes, sir; it always was. It had never been opened."
"And the door into Mr. Inglethorp's room? Did you notice if that
was bolted too?"
Annie hesitated.
"I couldn't rightly say, sir; it was shut but I couldn't say
whether it was bolted or not."
"When you finally left the room, did Mrs. Inglethorp bolt the
door after you?"
"No, sir, not then, but I expect she did later. She usually did
lock it at night. The door into the passage, that is.
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