Poirot returned to his seat and sat humming a little tune to himself.
"Unfortunate that she is so intelligent，"he murmured.
"Who?"
"Megan Barnard.Mademoiselle Megan.
"Words，"she snaps out.At once she perceives that what I am saying means
nothing at all.Everybody else was taken in."
"I thought it sounded very plausible."
"Plausible，yes.It was just that she perceived.
"Didn't you mean what you said，then?"
"What I said could have been comprised into one short sentence.Instead I
repeated myself ad lib without anyone but Mademoiselle Megan being aware of
the fact."
"But why?"
"Eh bien-to get things going!To imbue everyove with the impression that
there was work to be done!To start-shall we say-the conversations!"
"Don't you think any of these lines will lead to anything?"
"Oh，it is always possible."
He chuckled.
"In the midst of tragedy we start the comedy.
It is so，is it not?"
"What do you mean?"
"The human drama，Hastings!Reflect a little minute.Here are three sets
of human beings brought together by a common tragedy.Immediately a second
drama commences-tout a fait a part.Do you remember my first case in
England?Oh，so many years ago now.I brought together two people who loved
one another-by the simple method of having one of them arrested for murder!
Nothing less would have done it!In the midst of death we are in life，
Hastings......Murder，I have often noticed，is a great matchmaker."
"Really，Poirot，"I cried scandalized.
"I'm sure none of those people was thingking of anything but-""Oh!my
dear friend.And what about yourself?"
"I?"
"Mais oui，as they departed，did you not come back from the door humming
a tune?"
"One may do that without being callous."
"Certainly，but that tune told me your thoughts."
"Indeed?"
"Yes.To hum a tune is extremely dangerous.It reveals the subconscious
mind.The tune you hummed dates，I think，from the days of the war.Comme ca，
"Poirot sang in an abominable falsetto voice:
"Some of the time I love a brunette，Some of the tim I love a blonde
(who comes from Eden by way of Sweden).
"What could be more revealing?Mais je crois que la blonde l'emporte sur
la brunette!"
"Really，Poirot，"I cried，blushing slightly.
"C'est tout naturel.Did you observe how Franklin Clarke was suddenly at
one and in sympathy with Mademoiselle Megan?How he learned forward and
looked at her?And did you also notice how very much annoyed Mademoiselle
Thora Grey was about it?And Mr Donald Fraser，he-""Poirot，"I said."Your
mind is incurably sentimental."
"That is the last thing my mind is.You are the sentimental one，
Hastings."
I was about to argue the point hotly，but at that moment the door opened.
To my astonishment it was Thora Grey who entered.
"Forgive me for coming back，"she said composedly."But there was
something that I think I would like to tell you，M.Poirot."
"Certainly，mademoiselle.Sit down，will you not?"
She took a seat and hesitated for just a minute as though choosing her
words.
"It is just this，M.Poirot.Mr Clarke very generously gave you to
understand just now that I had left Combeside by my own wish.He is a very
kind and loyal person.But as a matter of fact，it is not quite like that.
I was quite prepared to stay on-there is any amount of work to be done
in connection with the collections.It was Lady Clarke who wished me to leave!
I can make allowances.She is a very ill woman，and her brain is somewhat
muddled with the drugs they give her.It makes her suspicious and fanciful.
She took an unreasoning dislike to me and insisted that I should leave
the house."
I could not but admire the girl's courage.She did not attempt to gloss
over facts，as so many might have been tempted to do，but went straight to
the point with an admirable candour.My heart went out to her in admiration
and sympathy.
"I call it splendid of you to come and tell us this，"I said.
"It's always better to have the truth，"she said with a little smile."I
don't want to shelter behind Mr Clarke's chivalry.
He is a very chivalrous man."
There was a warm glow in her words.She evidently admired Franklin Clarke
enormously.
"You have been very honest，mademoiselle，"said Poirot.
"It is rather a blow to me，"said Thora ruefully."I had no idea Lady
Clarke disliked me so much.In fact，I always thought she was rather fond of
me."She made a wry face."One lives and learns."
She rose.
"That is all I came to say.Goodbye."
I accompanied her downstairs.
"I call that very sporting of her，"I said as I returned to the room.
"She has courage，that girl."
"And calculation."
"What do you mean-calculation?"
"I mean that she has the power of looking ahead."
I looked at him doubtfully.
"She really is a lovely girl，"I said.
"And wears very lovely clothes.That crepe marocain and the silver fox
collar-dernier cri."
"You're a man milliner，Poirot.I never notice what people have on."
"You should join a nudist colony."
As I was about to make an indignant rejoinder，he said，with a sudden
change of subject:
"Do you know，Hastings，I cannot rid my mind of the impression that
already，in our conversations this afternoon，something was said that was
significant.It is odd-I cannot pin down exactly what it was......Just an
impression that passed through my mind......That reminds me of something I
have already heard or seen or noted......"
"Something at Churston?"
"No-not at Chruston......Before that......No matter，presently it will
come to me......"
He looked at me (perhaps I had not been attending very closely)，laughed
and began once more to hum.
"She is an angel，is she not?From Eden，by way of Sweden......"
"Poirot，"I said，"Go to the devil."
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