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 equally so. So we are forced to the secondthat Madame Renauld lied for the sake of the man she lovedor in other words, for the sake of Georges Conncau. You agree to that.”

“Yes," I admitted. “'It seems logical enough.”

“Bien! Madame Renauld loves Georges Conneau. Who, then, is Georges Conneau?”’

“The tramp.”

“Have we any evidence to show that Madame Renauld loved the tramp?”

“No, but"

“Very well then. Do not cling to theories where facts no longer support them. Ask yourself instead who Madame Renauld did love.”

1 shook my head perplexed.

“Mais oui, you know perfectly. Who did Madame Renauld love so dearly that when she saw his dead body, she fell down in a swoon?”

I stared dumbfounded.

“Her husband?” I gasped.

Poirot nodded.

“Her husbandor Georges Conneau, whichever you like to call him.”

I rallied myself.

“But it’s impossible.”

“How ‘impossible’? Did we not agree just now that Madame Daubreuil was in a position to blackmail Georges Conneau?”

“Yes, but"

“And did she not very effectively blackmail M. Renauld?”

“That may be true enough, but"

“And is it not a fact that we know nothing of M. Renauld's youth and upbringing? That he springs suddenly into existence as a French Canadian exactly twenty-two years ago?"

“All that is so,” I said more firmly, "but you seem to me to be overlooking one salient point.”

“What is it, my friend?"

“Why, we have admitted Georges Conneau planned the