For a moment or two the girl looked mutely at Poirot. Then, her reserve breaking

down completely, she nodded her head once, and burst into an outburst of sobs.

 

Caroline pushed past me, and putting her arm round the girl, patted her on the

shoulder.

 

“There, there, my dear,” she said soothingly, “it will be all right.

 

You’ll see—everything will be all right.”

 

Buried under curiosity and scandal-mongering there is a lot of kindness in

Caroline. For the moment, even the interest of Poirot’s revelation was lost in

the sight of the girl’s distress.

 

Presently Ursula sat up and wiped her eyes.

 

“This is very weak and silly of me,” she said.

 

“No, no, my child,” said Poirot kindly. “We can all realize the strain of this

last week.”

 

“It must have been a terrible ordeal,” I said.

 

“And then to find that you knew,” continued Ursula. “How did you know?