THE GOLDFISH POND
Flora's chin shot up.
"Inspector Raglan has been asking me that?" she said resentfully. "I've told him, and I'll tell you. I'm perfectly certain the dagger was not there. He thinks it was and that Ralph sneaked it later in the evening. And—and he doesn't believe me. He thinks I'm saying it to—to shield Ralph."
"And aren't you?" I asked gravely.
Flora stamped her foot.
"You, too, Dr. Sheppard! Oh! it's too bad."
Poirot tactfully made a diversion.
"It is true what I heard you say, Major Blunt. There is something that glitters in this pond. Let us see if I can reach it."
He knelt down by the pond, baring his arm to the elbow, and lowered it in very slowly, so as not to disturb the bottom of the pond. But in spite of all his precautions the mud eddied and swirled, and he was forced to draw his arm out again empty-handed.
He gazed ruefully at the mud upon his arm. I offered him my handkerchief, which he accepted with fervent protestations of thanks. Blunt looked at his watch.
"Nearly lunch time," he said. "We'd better be getting back to the house."
"You will lunch with us, M. Poirot?" asked Flora. "I should like you to meet my mother. She is—very fond of Ralph."
The little man bowed.
"I shall be delighted, mademoiselle."
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