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Chapter V. “It Isn’t Strychnine, Is It?”
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“Suppose,”suggestedPoirot,“that,unknowntoyou,shehadmadeanewwillinfavourofsomeonewhowasnot,inanysenseoftheword,amemberofthefamily—wewillsayMissHoward,forinstance—wouldyoubesurprised?”
“Notintheleast.”
“Ah!”Poirotseemedtohaveexhaustedhisquestions.
Idrewclosetohim,whileJohnandthelawyerweredebatingthequestionofgoingthroughMrs.Inglethorp’spapers.
“DoyouthinkMrs.InglethorpmadeawillleavingallhermoneytoMissHoward?”Iaskedinalowvoice,withsomecuriosity.
Poirotsmiled.
“No.”
“Thenwhydidyouask?”
“Hush!”
JohnCavendishhadturnedtoPoirot.
“Willyoucomewithus,MonsieurPoirot?Wearegoingthroughmymother’spapers.Mr.InglethorpisquitewillingtoleaveitentirelytoMr.Wellsandmyself.”
“Whichsimplifiesmattersverymuch,”murmuredthelawyer.“Astechnically,ofcourse,hewasentitled——”Hedidnotfinishthesentence.
“Wewilllookthroughthedeskintheboudoirfirst,”explainedJohn,“andgouptoherbedroomafterwards.Shekepthermostimportantpapersinapurpledespatch-case,whichwemustlookthroughcarefully.”
“Yes,”saidthelawyer,“itisquitepossiblethattheremaybealaterwillthantheoneinmypossession.”
“Thereisalaterwill.”ItwasPoirotwhospoke.
“What?”Johnandthelawyerlookedathimstartled.
“Or,rather,”pursuedmyfriendimperturbably,“therewasone.
