The hastily aroused household come
trooping down the passage. They are all busily battering at Mrs.
Inglethorp's door. It occurs to nobody that Mrs. Cavendish has
not arrived with the rest, but--and this is significant--I can
find no one who saw her come from the other wing." He looked at
Mary Cavendish. "Am I right, madame?"
She bowed her head.
"Quite right, monsieur. You understand that, if I had thought I
would do my husband any good by revealing these facts, I would
have done so. But it did not seem to me to bear upon the
question of his guilt or innocence."
"In a sense, that is correct, madame. But it cleared my mind of
many misconceptions, and left me free to see other facts in their
true significance."
"The will!" cried Lawrence. "Then it was you, Mary, who
destroyed the will?"
She shook her head, and Poirot shook his also.
"No," he said quietly. "There is only one person who could
possibly have destroyed that will--Mrs. Inglethorp herself!"
"Impossible!" I exclaimed. "She had only made it out that very
afternoon!"
"Nevertheless, mon ami, it was Mrs.
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