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has got to say interesting - and possibly helpful. Hastings, will you be so good?”
    I took up the telephone-book. The actor had a flat in a big block of buildings near St. James's Park.
    “Victoria 49499”
    The somewhat sleepy voice of Bryan Martin spoke after a few minutes.
    “Hello - who's speaking?”
    “What am I to say?” I whispered, covering the mouthpiece with my hand.
    “Tell him,” said Poirot, “that Lord Edgware has been murdered, and that I should esteem it a favour if he would come round here and see me immediately.”
    I repeated this meticulously. There was a startled exclamation at the other end.
    “My God,” said Martin. “So she's done it then! I'll come at once.”
    “What did he say?” asked Poirot. I told him.
    “Ah!” said Poirot. He seemed pleased. “So she's done it then. That is what he said? Then it is as I thought, it is as I thought.”
    Japp looked at him curiously.
    “I can't make you out, M. Poirot. First you sound as though you thought the woman might not have done it after all. And now you make out that you knew it all along.”
    Poirot only smiled.

Lord Edgeware Dies

Chapter 6
    THE WIDOW
    Bryan Martin was as good as his word. In less than ten minutes he had joined us. During the time that we awaited his arrival, Poirot would only talk of extraneous subjects and refused to satisfy Japp's curiosity in the smallest degree.
    Evidently our news had upset the young actor terribly. His face was white and drawn.
    “Good heavens, M. Poirot,” he said as he shook hands. “This is a terrible business. I'm shocked to the core - and yet I can't say I'm surprised. I've always half-suspected that something of this kind might happen. You may remember I was saying so yesterday.”
    “Mais oui, mais oui,” said Poirot. “I remember perfectly what you said to me yesterday. Let me introduce you to Inspector Japp who is in charge of the case.”
    Bryan Martin shot a glance of reproach at Poirot.
    “I had no idea,” he murmured. “You should have warned me.”
    He nodded coldly to the inspector.
    He sat down, his lips pressed tightly together.
    “I don't see,” he objected, “why you asked me to come round. All this has nothing to do with me.”
    “I think it has,” said Poirot gently. “In a case of murder one must put one's private repugnances behind one.”
    “No, no. I've acted with Jane. I know her well. Dash it all, she's a friend of mine.”
    “And yet the moment that you hear Lord Edgware is murdered, you jump to the conclusion that it is she who has murdered him,” remarked Poirot dryly.
    The actor started.
    “Do you mean to say -?” His eyes seemed starting out of his head. “Do you mean to say that I'm wrong? That she had nothing to do with it?”
    Japp broke in.
    “No, no, Mr. Martin. She did it right enough.”
    The young man sank back again in his chair.
    “For a moment,” he murmured. “I thought I'd made the most ghastly mistake.”
    “In a matter of this kind friendship must not be allowed to influence you,” said Poirot decisively.
    “That's all very well, but -”
    “My friend, do you seriously wish to range yourself on the side of a woman who has murdered? Murder - the most repugnant of human crimes.”
    Bryan Martin sighed.
    “You don't understand. Jane is not an ordinary murderess. She - she has no sense of right or wrong. Honestly she's not responsible.”
    “That'll be a question for the jury,” said Japp.
    “Come, come,” said Poirot kindly. “It is not as though you were accusing her. She is already accused. You cannot refuse to tell us what you know. You have a duty to society, young man.”
    Bryan Martin sighed.
    “I suppose you're right,” he said. “What do you want me to tell you?”
    Poirot looked at Japp.
    “Have you ever heard Lady Edgware or perhaps I'd better call her Miss Wilkinson - utter threats against her husband?” asked Japp.
    “Yes, several times.”
    “What did she say?”
    “She said that if he didn't give