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¡¡¡¡`So it is!' cried Laurie, who was playing chess in a corner with Jo. `I knew a girl, once, who had a really remarkable talent for music, and she didn't know it, never guessed what sweet little things she composed when she was alone, and wouldn't have believed it if anyone had told her.' ¡¡¡¡`I wish I'd known that nice girl; maybe she would have helped me, I'm so stupid,' said Beth, who stood beside him, listening eagerly. ¡¡¡¡`You do know her, and she helps you better than anyone else could,' answered Laurie, looking at her with such mischievous meaning in his merry black eyes, that Beth suddenly turned very red, and hid her face in the sofa-cushion, quite overcome by such an unexpected disco
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very. ¡¡¡¡Jo let Laurie win the game, to pay for that praise of her Beth, who could not be prevailed upon to play for them after her compliment. ¡¡¡¡So Laurie did his best, and sang delightfully, being in a particularly lively humour, for to the Marches he seldom showed the moody side of his character. When he was gone, Amy, who had been pensive all the evening, said suddenly, as if busy over some new idea: `Is Laurie an accomplished boy?'

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"I am very sure." "Must be nice to feel like that,"commented the other. If there was a faint twinkle in his eye,Poirot appeared unaware of it.Heproduced his list. "Neat,"said Colonel Carbury approvingly. He bent over it. After a minute or two he said: "Know what I think?" "I should be delighted if you would tell me." "Young Raymond Boynton's out of it." "Ah!You think so?" "Yes.Clear as a bell what he thought.We might have known he'd be out ofit.Being,as in detective stories,the most likely person.Since you practicallyoverheard him saying he was going to
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bump off the lady -we might have known thatmeant he was innocent!" "You read the detective stories,yes?" "Thousands of them,"said Colonel Carbury.He added,and his tone was that of awistful schoolboy: "I suppose you couldn't do the things the detective does inbooks?Write a list of significant facts -things that don't seem to mean anythingbut are really frightfully important -that sort of thing." "Ah,"said Poirot kindly."You like that kind of detective story?Butcertainly,I will do it for you with pleasure." He drew a sheet of paper towards him and wrote quickly and neatly: SIGNIFICANT POINTS

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"And it was held at Lucerne? The old boy –I suppose he is an old boy?"
　　"Sixty-three, sir, I understand."
　　"The old boy didn'tturn up, is that it?"
　　Inspector Campbell drew his papers towards him andgave Father the ascertainable facts in so far as they had been ascertained.
　　"Doesn't sound as ifhe'd gone off with a choirboy," observedChief-Inspector Davy.
　　"I expect he'll turnup all right," said Campbell, "butwe're looking into it, of course. Are you – er – particularly interested in the case, sir?"He could hardly restrain his curiosity on this point.
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　　"No," said Davythoughtfully. "No, I'm notinterested in the case. I don't see anything to be interestedabout in it."
　　There was a pause which clearly contained the words,"Well, then?" with a question markafter it from Inspector Campbell, which he was too well trained to utter in audible tones.
　　"What I'm reallyinterested in," said Father, "isthe date. And Bertram's Hotel, of course."
　　"It's always been verywell conducted,

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Arabella was duly installed in the little attic, and at first she did not come near Jude at all. She went to and fro about her own business, which, when they met for a moment on the stairs or in the passage, she informed him was that of obtaining another place in the occupation she understood best. When Jude suggested London as affording the most likely opening in the liquor trade, she shook her head. "No--the temptations are too many," she said. "Any humble tavern in the country before that for me." ¡¡¡¡ On the Sunday morning following, when he breakfasted later than on other days, she meekly asked him if she might come
oil paintingin to breakfast with him, as she had broken her teapot, and could not replace it immediately, the shops being shut. ¡¡¡¡ "Yes, if you like," he said indifferently. ¡¡¡¡ While they sat without speaking she suddenly observed: "You seem all in a brood, old man. I'm sorry for you." ¡¡¡¡ "I am all in a brood." ¡¡¡¡ "It is about her, I know. It's no business of mine, but I could find out all about the wedding--if it really did take place-- if you wanted to know." ¡¡¡¡ "How could you?" ¡¡¡¡ "I wanted to go to Alfredston to get a few things I left there. And I could see Anny, who'll be sure to have heard all about it, as she has friends at Marygreen

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that would have to content him for the remainder of his life. The lesson of renunciation it was necessary and proper that he, as a parish priest, should learn. ¡¡¡¡ But the next morning when he awoke he felt rather vexed with her, and decided that she was rather unreasonable, not to say capricious. Then, in illustration of what he had begun to discern as one of her redeeming characteristics there came promptly a note, which she must have written almost immediately he had gone from her: ¡¡¡¡ Forgive me for my petulance yesterday! I was horrid to you; I know it, and I feel perfectly miserable at my horridness. It was so dear of you
oil paintingnot to be angry! Jude please still keep me as your friend and associate, with all my faults. I'll try not to he like it again. ¡¡¡¡ I am coming to Melchester on Saturday, to get my things away from the T.S., &c. I could walk with you for half an hour, if you would like?-- Your repentant SUE. ¡¡¡¡ Jude forgave her straightway, and asked her to call for him at the cathedral works when she came. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡ VI ¡¡¡¡ MEANWHILE a middle-aged man was dreaming a dream of great beauty concerning the writer of the above letter. He was Richard Phillotson, who had recently removed from the mixed village school at Lumsdon near Christminster, to undertake a large boys' school in his native town of Shaston, which stood on a hill sixty miles to the south-west as the crow flies.