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           Shehisseditinthemostapprovedstyle–aidedbythefortunatenumberofs’satherdisposal.

           "MissRussell!"Shesatbackinherchairandlookedatmemeaningly,andwhenCarolinelooksatyoumeaningly,itisimpossibletomissit.

           "Idon’tknowwhatyoumean,"Isaid,quiteuntruthfully."Whyshouldn’tMissRussellconsultmeaboutherbadknee?""Badknee,"saidCaroline."Fiddlesticks!NomorebadkneethanyouandI.Shewasaftersomethingelse.""What?"Iasked.

           Carolinehadtoadmitthatshedidn’tknow.

           "Butdependuponit,thatwaswhathewastryingtogetat–M.Poirot,Imean.There’ssomethingfishyaboutthatwoman,andheknowsit.""PreciselytheremarkMrs.Ackroydmadetomeyesterday,"Isaid."ThattherewassomethingfishyaboutMissRussell.""Ah!"saidCarolinedarkly,"Mrs.Ackroyd!There’sanother!""Anotherwhat?"Carolinerefusedtoexplainherremarks.Shemerelynoddedherheadseveraltimes,rollingupherknitting,andwentupstairstodonthehighmauvesilkblouseandthegoldlocketwhichshecallsdressingfordinner.

           IstayedtherestaringintothefireandthinkingoverCaroline’swords.HadPoirotreallycometogaininformationaboutMissRussell,orwasitonlyCaroline’stortuousmindthatinterpretedeverythingaccordingtoherownideas?

           TherehadcertainlybeennothinginMissRussell’smannerthatmorningtoarousesuspicion