I LEARN MY NEIGHBOR’S PROFESSION
"Of course she hasn't," said Caroline. "I haven't either."
Any one would have thought it was Caroline's uncle who had been murdered.
"And how do you know he would take up the case?" I asked. "Remember he has retired from active work."
"That's just it," said Flora simply. "I've got to persuade him."
"You are sure you are doing wisely?" I asked gravely.
"Of course she is," said Caroline. "I'll go with her myself if she likes."
"I'd rather the doctor came with me if you don't mind, Miss Sheppard," said Flora.
She knows the value of being direct on certain occasions. Any hints would certainly have been wasted on Caroline.
"You see," she explained, following directness with tact, "Dr. Sheppard being the doctor, and having found the body, he would be able to give all the details to M. Poirot."
"Yes," said Caroline grudgingly, "I see that."
I took a turn or two up and down the room.
"Flora," I said gravely, "be guided by me. I advise you not to drag this detective into the case."
Flora sprang to her feet. The color rushed into her cheeks.
"I know why you say that," she cried. "But it's exactly for that reason I'm so anxious to go. You're afraid! But I'm not. I know Ralph better than you do."
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