Inglethorp was sitting a little by himself⁠—I think, unconsciously, everyone had drawn his chair slightly away from him⁠—and he gave a faint start as Poirot pronounced his name.

“ Mr. Inglethorp,” said Poirot, addressing him directly, “a very dark shadow is resting on this house⁠—the shadow of murder.”

Inglethorp shook his head sadly.

“My poor wife,” he murmured. “Poor Emily! It is terrible.”

“I do not think, monsieur,” said Poirot pointedly, “that you quite realize how terrible it may be⁠—for you.” And as Inglethorp did not appear to understand, he added: “ Mr. Inglethorp, you are standing in very grave danger.”