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said.
    “Almost. Not quite. There are one or two peculiar points.”
    “Can you suggest an alternative solution that will hold water?”
    Poirot said, “What were the movements of the other people on that morning?”
    “We went into them, I can assure you. We checked up on everybody. Nobody had what you could call an alibi - you can't have with poisoning. Why, there's nothing to prevent a would-be murderer from handing his victim some poison in a capsule the day before, telling him it's a specific cure for indigestion and he must take it just before lunch - and then going away to the other end of England.”
    “But you don't think that happened in this case?”
    "Mr Crale didn't suffer from indigestion. And in any case I can't see that kind of thing happening. It's true that Mr Meredith Blake was given to recommending quack nostrums of his own concocting, but I don't see Mr Crale trying any of them. And if he did he'd probably talk and joke about it. Besides, why should Mr Meredith Blake want to kill Mr Crale? Everything goes to show that he was on very good terms with him. They all were.
    “Mr Philip Blake was his best friend. Miss Greer was in love with him. Miss Williams disapproved of him, I imagine, very strongly - but moral disapprobation doesn't lead to poisoning. Little Miss Warren scrapped with him a lot, she was at a tiresome age - just off to school, I believe - but he was quite fond of her and she of him. She was treated, you know, with particular tenderness and consideration in that house. You may have heard why. She was badly injured when she was a child - injured by Mrs Crale in a kind of maniacal fit of rage. That rather shows - doesn't it? - that she was a pretty uncontrolled sort of person. To go for a child - and maim her for life!”
    “It might show,” said Poirot, “that Angela Warren had good reason to bear a grudge against Caroline Crale.”
    “Perhaps, but not against Amyas Crale. And, anyway, Mrs Crale was devoted to her young sister - gave her a home when her parents died and, as I say, treated her with special affection - spoiled her badly, so they say. The girl was obviously very fond of Mrs Crale. She was kept away from the trial and sheltered from it all as far as possible - Mrs Crale was very insistent about that, I believe. But the child was terribly upset and longed to be taken to see her sister in prison. Caroline Crale wouldn't agree. She said that sort of thing might injure a girl's mentality for life. She arranged for her to go to school abroad.”
    He added, “Miss Warren turned out to be a very distinguished woman. Traveler to weird places. Lectures at the Royal Geographical - all that sort of thing.”
    “And no one remembers the trial?”
    “Well, it's a different name for one thing. They hadn't even the same maiden name. They had the same mother but different fathers. Mrs Crale's name was Spalding.”
    “This Miss Williams, was she the child's governess or Angela Warren's?”
    “Angela's. There was a nurse for the child, but she used to do a few little lessons with Miss Williams every day, I believe.”
    “Where was the child at the time?”
    “She'd gone with the nurse to pay a visit to her godmother. A Lady Tressillian. A widow lady who'd lost her own two little girls and who was devoted to this kid.”
    Poirot nodded. “I see.”
    Hale continued. "As to the movements of the other people on the day of the murder, I can give them to you. Miss Greer sat on the terrace near the library window after breakfast. There, as I say, she overheard the quarrel between Crale and his wife. After that she accompanied Crale down to the Battery and sat for him until lunchtime, with a couple of breaks to ease her muscles.
    “Philip Blake was in the house after breakfast and overheard part of the quarrel. After Crale and Miss Greer went off, he read the paper until his brother telephoned him. Thereupon, he went down to the shore to meet his brother. They walked together up the path