The Broken Pitcher

The Broken Pitcher
The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
"But how-how?" "Part of your conversation was overheard." "Oh!"Carol Boynton buried her face in her hands.Her sobs shook the table. Hercule Poirot waited a minute,then he said quietly: "You were planning together to bring about your stepmother's death." Carol sobbed out brokenly: "We were mad -mad -that evening!" "Perhaps." "It's impossible for you to understand the state we were in!"She satup,pushing back the hair from her face."It would sound fantastic.It wasn't sobad in America -
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but travelling brought it home to us so." "Brought what home to you?"His voice was kind now,sympathetic. "Our being different from -other people!We -we got desperate about it.Andthere was Jinny." "Jinny?" "My sister.You haven't seen her.She was going -well,queer.And mother wasmaking her worse.She didn't seem to realize.We were afraid,Ray and I,that Jinnywas going quite,quite mad!And we saw Nadine thought so,too,and that made us moreafraid because Nadine knows about nursing and things like that." "Yes,yes?" "That evening in Jerusalem things kind of boiled up!Ray was besidehimself.He and I got all strung up and it seemed -oh,indeed,it did seem right to