Cavendish has not arrived with the rest, but⁠—and this is significant⁠—I can find no one who saw her come from the other wing.” He looked at Mary Cavendish. “Am I right, madame?”

She bowed her head.

“Quite right, monsieur. You understand that, if I had thought I would do my husband any good by revealing these facts, I would have done so. But it did not seem to me to bear upon the question of his guilt or innocence.”

“In a sense, that is correct, madame. But it cleared my mind of many misconceptions, and left me free to see other facts in their true significance.”

“The will!” cried Lawrence. “Then it was you, Mary, who destroyed the will?”

She shook her head, and Poirot shook his also.