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 "Dear me, Poirot," I said with a sigh, "I think you have explained everything. I am glad it has all ended so happily.  Even John and his wife are reconciled."

"Thanks to me."

"How do you mean—thanks to you?"

"My dear friend, do you not realize that it was simply and solely the trial which has brought them together again? That John Cavendish still loved his wife, I was convinced.  Also, that she was equally in love with him.  But they had drifted very far apart.  It all arose from a misunderstanding.  She married him without love.  He knew it.  He is a sensitive man in his way, he would not force himself upon her if she did not want him.  And, as he withdrew, her love awoke.  But they are both unusually proud, and their pride held them inexorably apart.  He drifted into an entanglement with Mrs. Raikes, and she deliberately cultivated the friendship of Dr. Bauerstein.  Do you remember the day of John Cavendish's arrest, when you found me deliberating over a big decision?"

"Yes, I quite understood your distress."

"Pardon me, mon ami, but you did not understand it in the least. I was trying to decide whether or not I would clear John Cavendish at once. I could have cleared him—though it might have meant a failure to convict the real