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Lazarus came quickly to her side.

‘My dear,’ he said. ‘My dear.’

Poirot went to the sideboard, poured out a glass of wine, and brought it to her, standing over her while she drank it.

She handed the glass back to him and smiled.

‘I’m all right now,’ she said. ‘What-what had we better do next?’

She looked at Japp, but the Inspector shook his head. ‘I’m on a holiday, Mrs. Rice. Just obliging an old friend that’s all I’m doing. The St Loo police are in charge of the case.’

She looked at Poirot.

‘And M. Poirot is in charge of the St Loo Police?’

‘Oh! Quelle idée, Madame! I am a mere humble adviser.’

‘M. Poirot,’ said Nick. ‘Can’t we hush it up?’

‘You wish that, Mademoiselle?’

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‘Yes. After all the person most concerned. And there will be no more attacks on me now.’

‘No, that is true. There will be no more attacks on you now.’

‘You’re thinking of Maggie. But, M. Poirot, nothing will bring Maggie back to life again! If you make all this public, you’ll only bring a terrible lot of suffering and publicity on Frederica-and she hasn’t deserved it.’

‘You say she has not deserved it?’

‘Of course, she hasn’t! I told you right at the beginning that she had a brute of a husband. You’ve seen to-night-what he was. Well, he’s dead. Let that be the end of things. Let the police go on looking for the man who shot Maggie. They just won’t find him, that’s all.’

‘So that is what you say, Mademoiselle? Hush it all up.’

‘Yes. Please. Oh! Please. Please, dear M. Poirot.’

Poirot looked slowly around.

‘What do you all say?’

Each spoke in turn.

‘I agree,’ I said, as Poirot looked at me.

‘I, too,’ said Lazarus.

‘Best thing to do,’ from Challenger.

‘Let’s forget everything that’s passed in this room tonight.’ This is very determined by Croft.

‘You would say that!’ interpolated Japp.

‘Don’t be hard on me, dearie,’ his wife sniffed to Nick, who looked at her scornfully but made no reply.

‘Ellen?’

‘I and William won’t say a word, sir. Least said, soonest mended.’

‘And you, M. Vyse?’

‘A thing like this can’t be hushed up,’ said Charles Vyse. ‘The facts must be made known in the proper quarter.’

‘Charles!’ cried Nick.

‘I’m sorry, dear. I look at it from the legal aspect.’

Poirot gave a sudden laugh.

‘So you are seven to one. The good Japp is neutral.’

‘I’m on holiday,’ said Japp, with a grin. ‘I don’t count.’

‘Seven to one. Only M. Vyse holds out on the side of law and order! You know, M. Vyse, you are a man of character!’

Vyse shrugged his shoulders.

‘The position is quite clear. There is only one thing to do.’

‘Yes-you are an honest man. Eh bien -I, too, range myself on the side of the minority. I, too, am for the truth.’

‘M. Poirot!’ cried Nick.

‘Mademoiselle-you dragged me into the case. I came into it at your wish. You cannot silence me now.’

He raised a threatening forefinger in a gesture that I knew well.

‘Sit down-all of you, and I will tell you the truth.’

Silenced by his imperious attitude, we sat down meekly and turned attentive faces toward him.

‘Ecoutez! I have a roster at hand, comprising individuals associated with the offense. I assigned each one a letter of the alphabet, from A to J, with J standing for an unidentified person implicated in the crime by one of the known suspects. While I wasn’t aware of J’s identity until tonight, I had reason to believe in their existence. The events of tonight have proved that I was right.’

‘But yesterday, I suddenly realized that I had made a grave error. I had made an omission. I added another letter to my list. The letter K.’

‘Another person unknown?’ asked Vyse, with a slight sneer.

‘Not exactly. I adopted J. as the symbol for a person unknown. Another person unknown would be merely another J. K. who has a different significance. It stands for a person who should have been included in the original list, but who was overlooked.’

He bent over Frederica.

‘Reassure yourself, Madame. Your husband was not guilty of murder. It was the person K. who shot Mademoiselle Maggie.’

She stared.

‘But who is K.?’

Poirot nodded to Japp. He stepped forward and spoke in tones reminiscent of the days when he had given evidence in police courts.

‘Acting on information received, I took up a position here early in the evening, having been introduced secretly into the house by M. Poirot. I was concealed behind the curtains in the drawing room. When everyone was assembled in this room, a young lady entered the drawing room and switched on the light. She made her way to the fireplace and opened a small recess in the paneling that appeared to be operated with a spring. She took from the recess a pistol. With this in her hand, she left the room. I followed her and opening the door a crack I was able to observe her further movements. Coats and wraps had been left in the hall by the visitors on arrival. The young lady carefully wiped the pistol with a handkerchief and then placed it in the pocket of a grey wrap, the property of Mrs. Rice-‘

A cry burst from Nick.

‘This is the untrue-every word of it!’

Poirot pointed a hand at her.

‘Voilà!’ he said. ‘The person K.! It was Mademoiselle Nick who shot her cousin, Maggie Buckley.’

‘Are you mad?’ cried Nick. ‘Why should I kill Maggie?’

‘In order to inherit the money left to her by Michael Seton! Her name too was Magdala Buckley-and it was to her he was engaged-not you.’

‘You-you-‘

She stood there trembling-unable to speak. Poirot turned to Japp.

‘You telephoned to the police?’

‘Yes, they are waiting in the hall now. They’ve got the warrant.’

‘You’re all mad!’ cried Nick, contemptuously. She moved swiftly to Frederica’s side. ‘Freddie, give me your wristwatch as-as a souvenir, will you?’

Slowly Frederica unclasped the jeweled watch from her wrist and handed it to Nick.

‘Thanks. And now-I suppose we must go through with this perfectly ridiculous comedy.’

‘The comedy you planned and produced in End House. Yes-but you should not have given the star part to Hercule Poirot. That Mademoiselle was your mistake-your very grave mistake.’

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