The Broken Pitcher

The Broken Pitcher
The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
plan as we did!Mother -mother wasn't sane.I don't know what you think,but it canseem quite right -almost noble -to kill someone!" Poirot nodded his head slowly."Yes,it has seemed so,I know,to many.That isproved by history." "That's how Ray and I felt -that night......"She beat her hand on thetable."But we didn't really do it.Of course we didn't do it!When daylight camethe whole thing seemed absurd,melodramatic -oh,yes,and wickedtoo!Indeed,indeed,M.Poirot,mother died perfectly naturally of heart failure.Rayand I had nothing to do with it." Poirot said quietly: "Will you swear to me,mademoiselle,as you hope forsalvat
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ion after death,that Mrs Boynton did not die as the result of any actionof yours?" She lifted her head.Her voice came steady and deep: "I swear,"said Carol,"as I hope for salvation,that I never harmed her......" Poirot leaned back in his chair. "So,"he said,"that is that." There was silence.Poirot thoughtfully caressed his superb moustache.Then hesaid: "What exactly was your plan?" "Plan?" "Yes,you and your brother must have had a plan." In his mind he ticked off the seconds before her answer came.One,two,three. "We had no plan,"said Carol at last."We never got as far as that."