“Yes–” She hesitated, then said, “Well, that is really all, M. Poirot. I just wanted you to tell Theresa that we will back her up in anything she decides to do. I quite see that the family must stand together.” She nodded brightly to us, then taking her husband’s arm she moved off in the direction of the dining-room.
I caught Poirot by the shoulder.
“That wasn’t what she started to say, Poirot!” He shook his head slowly, watching the retreating couple.
“She changed her mind,” I went on.
“Yes, mon ami, she changed her mind.” “Why?” “I wish I knew,” he murmured.
“She will tell us some other time,” I said hopefully.