based on reality. There is a saying, is there

not, that the customer is always right?

Well, the same is true of the jealous husband

or wife. However little concrete evidence

there may be, fundamentally they

are always right."

Dr. Oldfield said robustly:

"Nonsense. I've never said anything to

Jean Moncrieffe that my wife couldn't

have overheard."

"That, perhaps. But it does not alter

the truth of what I said." Hercule Poirot

leaned forward. His voice was urgent, compelling.

"Doctor Oldfield, I am going to

do my utmost in this case. But I must have

from you the most absolute frankness

without regard to conventional appearances

or to your own feelings. It is true, is it not, that you had ceased to care for your wife for some time before she died ?"

Oldfield was silent for a minute or two.

Then he said:

"This business is killing me. I must

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have hope. Somehow or other I feel that

you will be able to do something for me.

I will be honest with you, M. Poirot. I did

not care deeply for my wife. I made her, I

think, a good husband, but I was never

really in love with her."

"And this girl, Jean ?"

The perspiration came out in a fine

dew on the doctor's forehead. He said:

(c! --I should have asked her to marry

me before now if it weren't for all this

scandal and talk."

Poirot sat back in his chair. He said:

"Now at last we have come to the true

facts! Eh bien, Doctor Oldfield, I will take

up your case. But remember this --it is

the truth that I shall seek out."

Oldfield said bitterly:

"It isn't the truth that's going to hurt

me!"

He hesitated and said:

"You know, I've contemplated the possibility

of an action for slander! If I could

pin anyone down to a definite accusation

--surely then I should be vindicated ? At

least, sometimes I think so. . . .At other

times I think it would only make things

worse --give bigger publicity to the whole

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thing and have people saying: 'It mayn't

have been proved but there's no smoke without

fire: "

He looked at Poirot.

"Tell me, honestly, is there any way out

of this nightmare ?"

"There is always a way," said Hercule

Poirot.

II

"We are going into the country, Georges,"

said Hercule Poirot to his valet.

"Indeed, sir?" said the imperturbable

George.

"And the purpose of our journey is to

destroy a monster with nine heads."

"Really, sir? Something after the style

of the Loch Ness Monster ?"

"Less tangible than that. I did not refer

to a flesh and blood animal, Georges."

"I misunderstood you, sir."

"It would be easier if it were one. There

is nothing so intangible, so difficult to pin

down, as the source of a rumour."

"Oh yes, indeed, sir. It's difficult to

know how a thing starts sometimes."

"Exactly."

Hercule Poirot did not put up at Dr.