“Any more faults to find with the evidence?” I inquired satirically.

“ Mon ami ,” replied Poirot gravely, “when you find that people are not telling you the truth⁠—look out! Now, unless I am much mistaken, at the inquest today only one⁠—at most, two persons were speaking the truth without reservation or subterfuge.”

“Oh, come now, Poirot! I won’t cite Lawrence, or Mrs. Cavendish. But there’s John⁠—and Miss Howard, surely they were speaking the truth?”

“Both of them, my friend? One, I grant you, but both⁠—!”