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"How dare you? How dare you interfere? I won't stand it. You are never to speak to me of this again. I
hate you - I hate you. It's no business of yours. It's my life - my own secret inside life!"
She got up. With one firm hand she pushed me aside and went past me. Like an avenging fury. I stared
after her - dismayed.
II
I was still there, dazed and helpless, unable to think out my next course of action, some quarter of an
hour later.
I was there when Elizabeth Cole and Norton found me.
They were, I realized later, very kind to me. They saw, they must have seen, that I was in a state of great
mental perturbation. But tactfully enough they made no slightest allusion to my state of mind. Instead
they took me with them on a rambling walk. They were both nature lovers. Elizabeth Cole pointed out
wild flowers to me, Norton showed me birds through his field glasses.
Their talk was gentle, soothing, concerned only with feathered beings and with woodland flora. Little
by little I came back to normal although underneath I was still in a state of the utmost perturbation.
Moreover I was, as people are, convinced that any happening that occurred was connected with my own
particular perplexity.
So, therefore, when Norton, his glasses to his eyes, exclaimed: "Hullo, if that isn't a speckled
woodpecker. I never -" and then broke off suddenly, I immediately leapt to suspicion. I held out my
hand for the glasses.
"Let me see."
My voice was peremptory.
Norton fumbled with the glasses. He said in a curious hesitating voice:
"I - I - made a mistake - it's flown away - at least, as a matter of fact, it was quite a common bird."
His face was white and troubled. He avoided looking at us. He seemed both bewildered and distressed.
Even now I cannot think I was altogether unreasonable in jumping to the conclusion that he had seen
through those glasses of his something that he was determined to prevent my seeing.
Whatever it was that he had seen, he was so thoroughly taken aback by it that it was noticeable to both
of us.
His glasses had been trained on a distant belt of woodland. What had he seen there?
I said peremptorily:
"Let me look."
I snatched at the glasses. I remember he tried to defend them from me, but he did it clumsily. I seized
them roughly.
Norton said weakly:
"It wasn't really - I mean, the bird's gone... I wish -"
My hands shaking a little, I adjusted the glasses to my eyes. They were powerful glasses. I trained them
as nearly as I could on the spot where I thought Norton had been looking.
But I saw nothing - nothing but a gleam of white (a girl's white dress?) disappearing into the trees.
I lowered the glasses. Without a word I handed them back to Norton. He did not meet my eyes. He was
looking worried and perplexed.
We walked back to the house in silence and I remember that Norton was very silent all the way.
III
Mrs Franklin and Boyd Carrington came in shortly after we got back to the house. He had taken her in
his car to Tadminster because she wanted to do some shopping.
She had done it, I gather, pretty thoroughly. Lots of parcels came out of the car and she was looking
quite animated, talking and laughing and with quite a colour in her cheeks.
She sent Boyd Carrington up with a particularly fragile purchase and I gallantly received a further
consignment.
Her talk was quicker and more nervous than usual.
"Frightfully hot, isn't it? I think there's going to be a storm. This weather must break soon. They say,
you know, there's quite a water shortage. The worst drought there's been for years."
She went on, turning to Elizabeth Cole:
"What have you all been doing with yourselves? Where's John? He said he'd got a headache and was
going to walk it off. Very unlike him to have a headache. I think, you know, he's worried about his
experiments. They aren't going right or something. I wish he'd talk more about things."
She paused and then addressed Norton:
"You're very silent, Mr Norton. Is anything the matter? You look - you look scared. You haven't seen the
ghost of old Mrs Whoever-it-was?"
Norton started.
"No, no. I haven't seen any ghosts. I - I was just thinking of something."
It was at that moment that Curtiss came through the doorway wheeling Poirot in his invalid chair.
He stopped with it in the hall, preparatory to taking his master out and carrying him up the stairs.
Poirot, his eyes suddenly alert, looked from one to the other of us.
He said sharply:
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