I felt sorry at once for the young man.His white haggard face and
bewildered eyes showed how great a shock he had had.
He was a well-made，fine-looking，but with a pleasant，freckled face，
high cheek-bones and flaming red hair.
"What's this，Megan?"he said."Why is here?For God's sake，tell me-I've
only just heard-Betty......"
His voice trailed away.
Poirot pushed forward a chair and he sank down on it.
My friend them extracted a small flask from his pocket，poured some of
its contents into a convenient cup which was hanging on the dresser and said:
"Drink some of this，Mr Fraser.It will do you good."
The young man obeyed.The brandy brought a little colour back into his
face.He sat up straighter and turned once more to the girl.His manner was
quite quiet and self-controlled.
"It's ture，I suppose?"he said.
"Betty is-dead-killed?"
"It's true，Don/"He said as though mechanically:
"Have you just come down from London?"
"Yes.Dad phoned me."
"By the 9.30，I suppose?"said Donald Fraser.
His mind，shrinking from reality，ran for safety along these unimportant
details.
"Yes."
There was silence for a minute or two，the Fraser said:
"The police?Are they doing anything?"
"They're upstairs now.Looking through Betty's things，I suppose."
"They've no idea who-?They don't know-?"
He stopped.
He had all a sensitive，shy person's dislike of putting violent facts
into words.
Poirot moved forward a little and asked a question.
He spoke in a businesslike，matter-of-fact voice as though what he asked
was an unimportant detail.
"Did Miss Barnard tell you where she was going last night?"
Fraser replied to the question.He seemed to be speaking machanically:
"She told me she was going with a girl friend to St Leonards."
"Did you believe her?"
"I-"Suddenly the automaton came to life.
"What the devil do you mean?"
His face then，menacing，convulsed by sudden passion，made me understand
that a girl might well be afraid of rousing his anger.
Poirot said crisply:
"Betty Barnard was killed by a homicidal murderer.Only by speaking the
exact truth can you help us to get on his track."
His glance for a minute turned to Megan.
"That's right，Don，"she said."It isn't a time for considering one's own
feelings or anyone else's.Yor've got to come clean."
Donald Fraser looked suspiciously at Poirot.
"Who are you?You don't belong to the police?"
"I am better than the police，"said Poirot.He said it without conscious
arrogance.It was，to him，a simple statement of fact.
"Tell him，"said Megan.
Donald Fraser capitulated.
"I-wasn't sure，"he said."I believed her when she said it.Never thought
of doing anything else.Afterwards-perhaps it was something in her manner.
I-I，well，I began to wonder."
"Yes?"said Poirot.
He had sat down opposite Donald Fraser.His eyes，fixed on the other
man's，seemed to be exercising a mesmeric spell.
"I was ashamed of myself for being so suspicious.But-but I was
suspicious......I thought of going to the front and watching her when she
left the cafe.I actually went there.Then I felt I couldn't do that.Betty
would see me and she'd be angry.She'd realize at once that I was watching
her."
"What did you do?"
"I went over to St Leonards.Got over there by eight o'clock.Then I
watched the buses-to see if she were in them......But there was no sign of
her......"
"And then?"
"I-I lost my head rather.I was convinced she was with some man.I thought
it probable he had taken her in his car to Hastings.
I went on there-looked in hotels and restaurants，hung round
cinemas-went on the pier.All damn foolishness.Even if she was there I was
unlikely to find her，and anyway，there were heaps of other places he might
have taken her to instead of Hastings."
He stopped.Precise as his tone had remained，I caught an undertone of
that blind，bewildering misery and anger that had possessed him at the time
he described.
"In the end I gave it up-came back."
"At what time?"
"I don'g know.I walked.It must have been midnignt or after when I got
home."
"Then-"The kitchen door opened.
"Oh，there you are，"said Inspector Kelsey.
Inspector Crome pushed past him，shot a glance at Poirot and a glance at
the two strangers.
"Miss Megan Barnard and Mr Donald Fraser，"said Poirot，introducing them.
"This is Inspector Crome from London，"he explained.
Turning to the inspector，he said:
"Whild you pursued your investigations upstairs I have been conversing
with Miss Barnard and Mr Fraser，endeavouring if I could to find something
that will throw light upon the matter."
"Oh，yes?"said Inspector Crome，his thoughts not upon Poirot but upon
the two newcomers.
Poirot retreated to the hall.Inspector Kelsey said kindly as he passed:
"Get anything?"
But his attention was distracted by his colleague and he did not wait
for a reply.
I joined Poirot in the hall.
"Did anything strike you，Poirot?"I inquired.
"Only the amazing magnanimity of the murderer，Hastings."
I had not the courage to say that I had not the least idea what he meant.
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