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‘You are sure itis the truth?’

‘I don’t understand you?’

‘You see no loophole for believing that Mrs Crale was innocent?’

‘I don’t think that possibility has ever been seriously considered.’

‘And yet she herself clung to the theory of suicide?’

Miss Williams said drily:

‘The poor woman had to saysomething.’

‘Do you know that when Mrs Crale was dying she left a letter for her daughter in which she solemnly swears that she is innocent?’

Miss Williams stared.

‘That was very wrong of her,’ she said sharply.

‘You think so?’

‘Yes, I do. Oh, I dare say you are a sentimentalist like most men-’

Poirot interrupted indignantly:

‘I amnot a sentimentalist.’

‘But there is such a thing as false sentiment. Why write that, a lie, at such a solemn moment? To spare your child pain? Yes, many women would do that. But I should not have thought it of Mrs Crale. She was a brave woman and a truthful woman. I should have thought it far more like her to have told her daughter not to judge.’

Poirot said with slight exasperation:

‘You will not even consider then the possibility that what Caroline Crale wrote was the truth?’

‘Certainly not!’

‘And yet you profess to have loved her?’

‘I did love her. I had a great affection and deep sympathy for her.’

‘Well, then-’

Miss Williams looked at him in a very odd way.

‘You don’t understand, M. Poirot. It doesn’t matter my saying this now-so long afterwards. You see, I happen toknow that Caroline Crale was guilty!’

‘What?’

‘It’s true. Whether I did right in withholding what I knew at the time I cannot be sure-but Idid withhold it. But you must take it from me, quite definitely, that Iknow Caroline Crale was guilty…’



Chapter 10. This Little Pig Cried



‘Wee Wee Wee’

Angela Warren’s flat overlooked Regent’s Park. Here, on this spring day, a soft air wafted in through the open window and one might have had the illusion that one was in the country if it had not been for the steady menacing roar of the traffic passing below.

Poirot turned from the window as the door opened and Angela Warren came into the room.

It was not the first time he had seen her. He had availed himself of the opportunity to attend a lecture she had given at the Royal Geographical. It had been, he considered, an excellent lecture. Dry, perhaps, from the view of popular appeal. Miss Warren had an excellent delivery, she neither paused nor hesitated for a word. She did not repeat herself. The tones of her voice were clear and not unmelodious.

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