Miss Russell
Inspector Raglan had received a bad jolt. He was not deceived by Blunt’s valiant lie any more than we had been. Our way back to the village was punctuated by his complaints.
“This alters everything, this does. I don’t know whether you’ve realized it, Monsieur Poirot?”
“I think so, yes, I think so,” said Poirot. “You see, me, I have been familiar with the idea for some time.”
Inspector Raglan, who had only had the idea presented to him a short half-hour ago, looked at Poirot unhappily, and went on with his discoveries.