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"I don't know. What would you do with it?"
Rising and moving to him, Lucia whispered, "Would you let me?"
"It's yours," her husband told her, handing her the spills. "Do as you like with the wretched thing."
"Thank you, Richard," murmured Lucia. She went to the fireplace, took a match from the box on the mantelpiece, and set fire to the spills, dropping the pieces one by one into the fireplace. "There is so much suffering already in the world. I cannot bear to think of any more."
"Madame," said Poirot, "I admire the manner in which you burn many thousands of pounds with as little emotion as though they were just a few pence."
"They are nothing but ashes," Lucia sighed. "Like my life."
Poirot gave a snort. "Oh! Let us all order our coffins," he remarked in a tone of mock gloom. "No! Me, I like to be happy, to rejoice, to dance, to sing. See you, my children," he continued, turning to address Richard as well, "I am about to take a liberty with you both. Madame looks down her nose and thinks, 'I have deceived my husband.' Monsieur looks down his nose and thinks, 'I have suspected my wife.' And yet what you really want, both of you, is to be in each other's arms, is it not?"
Lucia took a step towards her husband. "Richard -" she began in a low voice.
"Madame," Poirot interrupted her, "I fear that Sir Claud may have suspected you of planning to steal his formula because, a few weeks ago, someone – no doubt an ex-colleague of Carelli, for people of that kind are continually falling out with one another – someone, I say, sent Sir Claud an anonymous letter about your mother. But, do you know, my foolish child, that your husband tried to accuse himself to Inspector Japp – that he actually confessed to the murder of Sir Claud – in order to save you?"
Lucia gave a little cry, and looked adoringly at Richard.
"And you, monsieur," Poirot continued. "Figure to yourself that, not more than half an hour ago, your wife was shouting in my ear that she had killed your father, all because she feared that you might have done so."
"Lucia," Richard murmured tenderly, going to her.
"Being English," Poirot remarked as he moved away from them, "you will not embrace in my presence, I suppose?"
Lucia went to him and took his hand. "Monsieur Poirot, I do not think I shall ever forget you – ever."
"Neither shall I forget you, madame," Poirot declared gallantly as he kissed her hand.
"Poirot," Richard Amory declared, "I don't know what to say, except that you've saved my life and my marriage: I can't express what I feel -"
"Do not derange yourself, my friend," replied Poirot. "I am happy to have been of service to you."
Lucia and Richard went out into the garden together, looking into each other's eyes, his arm around her shoulders.
Following them to the window, Poirot called after them, "Bless you, mes enfants! Oh, and if you encounter Miss Barbara in the garden, please ask her to return Captain Hastings to me. We must shortly begin our journey to London." Turning back into the room, his glance fell on the fireplace.
"Ah!" he exclaimed as he went to the mantelpiece over the fireplace and straightened the spill vase. "Voilà! Now, order and neatness are restored." With that, Poirot walked towards the door with an air of immense satisfaction.
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