"I see," said Poirot. "Now let us go on with the story. He came that night to the summer-house?"
"Yes, he was waiting for me when I got there. He was very rough and abusive. I had brought with me all the money I had, and I gave it to him. We talked a little, and then he went away."
"What time was that?"
"It must have been between twenty and twenty-five minutes past nine. It was not yet half-past when I got back to the house."
"Which way did he go?"
"Straight out the same way he came, by the path that joined the drive just inside the lodge gates."
Poirot nodded.
"And you, what did you do?"
"I went back to the house. Major Blunt was walking up and down the terrace smoking, so I made a detour to get round to the side door. It was then just on half-past nine, as I tell you."
Poirot nodded again. He made a note or two in a microscopic pocket-book.
"I think that is all," he said thoughtfully.
"Ought I———" she hesitated. "Ought I to tell all this to Inspector Raglan?"
"It may come to that. But let us not be in a hurry. Let us proceed slowly, with due order and method. Charles Kent is not yet formally charged with murder. Circumstances may arise which will render your story unnecessary."
Miss Russell rose.
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