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Dead

Chapter 7
    The cottage where Mrs McGinty had lived was only a few steps from the bus stop. Two children were playing on the doorstep. One was eating a rather wormy-looking apple and the other was shouting and beating on the door with a tin tray. They appeared quite happy.
    Poirot added to the noise by beating hard on the door himself.
    A woman looked round the corner of the house. She had on a coloured overall and her hair was untidy.
    “Stop it, Ernie,” she said.
    “Shan't,” said Ernie and continued.
    Poirot deserted the doorstep and made for the corner of the house.
    “Can't do anything with children, can you?” the woman said.
    Poirot thought you could, but forbore to say so.
    He was beckoned round to the back door.
    “I keep the front bolted up, sir. Come in, won't you?”
    Poirot passed through a very dirty scullery into an almost more dirty kitchen.
    “She wasn't killed here,” said the woman. “In the parlour.”
    Poirot blinked slightly.
    “That's what you're down about, isn't it? You're the foreign gentleman from up at Summerhayes?”
    “So you know all about me?” said Poirot. He beamed. “Yes, indeed, Mrs -”
    “Kiddle. My husband's a plasterer. Moved in four months ago, we did. Been living with Bert's mother before... Some folks said: 'You'd never go into a house where there's been a murder, surely?' - but what I said was, a house is a house, and better than a back sitting-room and sleeping on two chairs. Awful, this 'ousing shortage, isn't it? And anyway we've never been troubled 'ere. Always say they walk if they've been murdered, but she doesn't! Like to see where it happened?”
    Feeling like a tourist being taken on a conducted tour, Poirot assented.
    Mrs Kiddle led him into a small room overburdened with a heavy Jacobean suite. Unlike the rest of the house, it showed no signs of ever having been occupied.
    “Down on the floor she was and the back of her head split open. Didn't half give Mrs Elliot a turn. She's the one what found her - she and Larkin who comes from the Co-op with the bread. But the money was took from upstairs. Come along up and I'll show you where.”
    Mrs Kiddle led the way up the staircase and into a bed-room which contained a large chest of drawer, a big brass bed, some chain, and a fine assembly of baby clothes, wet and dry.
    “Right here it was,” said Mrs Kiddle proudly.
    Poirot looked round him. Hard to visualise that this rampant stronghold of haphazard fecundity was once the well-scrubbed domain of an elderly woman who was house proud. Here Mrs McGinty had lived and slept.
    “I suppose this isn't her furniture?”
    “Oh no. Her niece over in Cullavon took away all that.”
    There was nothing left here of Mrs McGinty. The Kiddies had come and conquered. Life was stronger than death.
    From downstairs the loud fierce wail of a baby arose.
    “That's the baby woken up,” said Mrs Kiddle unnecessarily.
    She plunged down the stairs and Poirot followed her.
    There was nothing here for him.
    He went next door.

Mrs McGinty's Dead
    II
    “Yes, sir, it was me found her.”
    Mrs Elliot was dramatic. A neat house, this, neat and prim. The only drama in it was Mrs Elliot, a tall gaunt dark-haired woman, recounting her one moment of glorious living.
    “Larkin, the baker, he came and knocked at the door. 'It's Mrs McGinty,' he said, 'we can't make her hear. Seems she might have been taken bad.' And indeed I thought she might. She wasn't a young woman, not by any means. And palpitations she'd had, to my certain knowledge. I thought she might have had a stroke. So I hurried over, seeing as there were only the two men, and naturally they wouldn't like to go into the bedroom.”
    Poirot accepted this piece of propriety with an assenting murmur.
    “Hurried up the stairs, I did. He was on the landing, pale as death he was. Not that I ever thought at the time - Well, of course, then I didn't know what had happened. I knocked on the door loud and there wasn't any answer, so