ession on his face was bewildernt - the sick bewildernt of a child
he uttered: &ot;please e the doctors told - told about l i cant believe it i siply cant believe its true&ot;
&ot;i know its a bad knock,&ot; said race
sion stared: &ot;you know - jackie didnt do it i certa jackie didnt do it! it looks black agast her, i daresay, but 射 didnt do it 射 - 射 was a bit tight last night, and all worked up, and thats why 射 went for but 射 wouldnt - 射 wouldnt do urder not ld-blooded urder&ot;
poirot said ntly: &ot;do not distress yourself, onsieur doyle whoever shot your wife, it was not adeoiselle de bellefort&ot;
sion looked at hi doubtfully
&ot;is that on the sare?&ot;
&ot;but sce it was not adeoiselle de bellefort,&ot; ntued poirot, &ot;can you give any idea of who it ight have been?&ot;
sion shook his head the look of bewildernt creased
&ot;its crazy - ipossible apart fro jackie nobody uld have wanted to do her &ot;
&ot;reflect, onsieur doyle has 射 no eneies? is there no one who has a grud agast her?&ot;
aga sion shook his head with the sa hopeless sture
&ot;it unds abtely fantastic theres dlesha, of urse 射 ore or less chucked hi to arry - but i cant see a polite stick like dlesha ittg urder, and anyway hes iles away sa thg with old sir e wode hed got a down on l over the hoe - disliked the way 射 was pullg it about; but hes iles away london, and anyway to thk of urder such a nnection would be