She may have forgotten to bolt
the door into the passage when she went to bed, and have got up
later, towards morning, and bolted it then."
"Poirot, is that seriously your opinion?"
"No, I do not say it is so, but it might be. Now, to turn to
another feature, what do you make of the scrap of conversation
you overheard between Mrs. Cavendish and her mother-in-law?"
"I had forgotten that," I said thoughtfully. "That is as
enigmatical as ever. It seems incredible that a woman like Mrs.
Cavendish, proud and reticent to the last degree, should
interfere so violently in what was certainly not her affair."
"Precisely. It was an astonishing thing for a woman of her
breeding to do."
"It is certainly curious," I agreed. "Still, it is unimportant,
and need not be taken into account."
A groan burst from Poirot.
"What have I always told you? Everything must be taken into
account. If the fact will not fit the theory--let the theory
go."
"Well, we shall see," I said, nettled.
"Yes, we shall see.
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