THERE WAS NO ADDRESS or date. Poirot handed it back with a grave face.
“And the assumption is...?”
The examining magistrate shrugged his shoulders.
“Obviously Monsieur Renauld was entangled with this Englishwoman Bella! He comes over here, meets Madame Daubreuil, and starts an intrigue with her. He cools off to the other, and she instantly suspects something. This letter contains a distinct threat. Monsieur Poirot, at first sight the case seemed simplicity itself. Jealousy! The fact that Monsieur Renauld was stabbed in the back seemed to point distinctly to its being a woman’s crime.”
Poirot nodded.
“The stab in the back, yes, but not the grave! That was laborious work, hard work; no woman dug that grave, Monsieur. That was a man’s doing.”
The commissary exclaimed excitedly: “Yes, ye
