"
"Did you notice any candle grease on the floor when you did the
room yesterday?"
"Candle grease? Oh, no, sir. Mrs. Inglethorp didn't have a
candle, only a reading-lamp."
"Then, if there had been a large patch of candle grease on the
floor, you think you would have been sure to have seen it?"
"Yes, sir, and I would have taken it out with a piece of
blotting-paper and a hot iron."
Then Poirot repeated the question he had put to Dorcas:
"Did your mistress ever have a green dress?"
"No, sir."
"Nor a mantle, nor a cape, nor a--how do you call it?--a sports
coat?"
"Not green, sir."
"Nor anyone else in the house?"
Annie reflected.
"No, sir."
"You are sure of that?"
"Quite sure."
"Bien! That is all I want to know. Thank you very much."
With a nervous giggle, Annie took herself creakingly out of the
room. My pent-up excitement burst forth.
"Poirot," I cried, "I congratulate you! This is a great
discovery."
"What is a great discovery?"
"Why, that it was the coco and not the coffee that was poisoned.
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