He patted me on the shoulder.
A woman couldnt have been kinder.
Yes, yes do not think of it.
You did all you could.
It was one of the corrosive acids.
It was a strong solution of hydrochloric acid.
The stuff they use on the pots?
Yes.
Miss Johnson probably drank it off before she was fully awake.
That is unless she took it on purpose.
Oh, M. Poirot, what an awful idea!
It is a possibility, after all.
What do you think?
I considered for a moment and then shook my head decisively.
I dont believe it.
No, I dont believe it for a moment. I hesitated and then said, I think she found out something yesterday afternoon.
What is that you say?
She found out something?
I repeated to him the curious conversation we had had together.
Poirot gave a low soft whistle.
La pauvre femme! he said. She said she wanted to think it over eh?
That is what signed her death warrant.
If she had only spoken out then at once. He said: Tell me again her exact words.
I repeated them.
She saw how someone could have come in from outside without any of you knowing?
Come, ma soeur, let us go up to the roof and you shall show me just where she was standing.
We went up to the roof together and I showed Poirot the exact spot where Miss Johnson had stood.
Like this? said Poirot.
Now what do I see?
I see half the courtyard and the archway and the doors of the drawing-office and the photographic-room and the laboratory.
Was there anyone in the courtyard?
Father Lavigny was just going towards the archway and Mr Reiter was standing in the door of the photographic-room.
And still I do not see in the least how anyone could come in from outside and none of you know about itBut she saw
He gave it up at last, shaking his head. Sacre nom dun chien va! What did she see?
The sun was just rising.
The whole eastern sky was a riot of rose and orange and pale, pearly grey.
What a beautiful sunrise! said Poirot gently.
The river wound away to our left and the Tell stood up outlined in gold colour.
To the south were the blossoming trees and the peaceful cultivation.
The water-wheel groaned in the distance a faint unearthly sound.
In the north were the slender minarets and the clustering fairy whiteness of Hassanieh.
It was incredibly beautiful.
And then, close at my elbow, I heard Poirot give a long deep sigh.
Fool that I have been, he murmured.
When the truth is so clear so clear.
Chapter 25.
Suicide or Murder?
I hadnt time to ask Poirot what he meant, for Captain Maitland was calling up to us and asking us to come down.
We hurried down the stairs.
Look here, Poirot, he said.