CHAPTER 9. THE GOLDFISH POND
We walked back to the house together. There was no sign of the inspector. Poirot paused on the terrace and stood with his back to the house, slowly turning his head from side to side.
‘ Une belle proprietor he said at last appreciatively. ‘Who inherits it?’ His words gave me almost a shock. It is an odd thing, but until that moment the question of inheritance had never come into my head. Poirot watched me keenly.
‘ It is a new idea to you, that,’ he said at last. ‘You had not thought of it before - eh?’ ‘No,’ I said truthfully. ‘I wish I had.’ He looked at me again curiously.
‘ I wonder just what you mean by that,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘Oh! no,’ as I was about to speak. ‘Inutile You would not tell me your real thought.’ ‘Everyone has something to hide
