“But yes—but yes, I will believe. I had to make you speak, you know.”

 

For an instant suspicion flared up in her.

 

“Is what you said true?”

 

“That Charles Kent is suspected of the crime? Yes, that is true. You alone can

save him, by telling the reason for his being at Fernly.”

 

“He came to see me.” She spoke in a low, hurried voice. “I went out to meet

him——”

 

“In the summer-house, yes, I know.”

 

“How do you know?”

 

“Mademoiselle, it is the business of Hercule Poirot to know things. I know that

you went out earlier in the evening, that you left a message in the summer-house

to say what time you would be there.”

 

“Yes, I did. I had heard from him—saying he was coming. I dared not let him come

to the house. I wrote to the address he gave me and said I would meet him in the

summer-house, and described it to him so that he would be able to find it. Then

I was afraid he might not wait there patiently, and I ran out and left a piece

of paper to say I would be there about ten minutes past nine. I didn’t want the