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I
saw
Mrs
.
Maltravers
give
a
terrified
start
,
and
my
mind
flew
to
the
old
superstition
that
a
suicide
cannot
rest
.
She
thought
of
it
too
,
I
am
sure
,
for
a
minute
later
,
she
caught
Poirot
’
s
arm
with
a
scream
.
“
Didn
’
t
you
hear
that
?
Those
three
taps
on
the
window
?
That
’
s
how
he
always
used
to
tap
when
he
passed
round
the
house
.
”
“
The
ivy
,
”
I
cried
.
“
It
was
the
ivy
against
the
pane
.
”
But
a
sort
of
terror
was
gaining
on
us
all
.
The
parlourmaid
was
obviously
unstrung
,
and
when
the
meal
was
over
Mrs
.
Maltravers
besought
Poirot
not
to
go
at
once
.
She
was
clearly
terrified
to
be
left
alone
.
We
sat
in
the
little
morning
-
room
.
The
wind
was
getting
up
,
and
moaning
round
the
house
in
an
eerie
fashion
.
Twice
the
door
of
the
room
came
unlatched
and
the
door
slowly
opened
,
and
each
time
she
clung
to
me
with
a
terrified
gasp
.
“
Ah
,
but
this
door
,
it
is
bewitched
!
”
cried
Poirot
angrily
at
last
.
He
got
up
and
shut
it
once
more
,
then
turned
the
key
in
the
lock
.
“
I
shall
lock
it
,
so
!
”
“
Don
’
t
do
that
,
”
she
gasped
,
“
if
it
should
come
open
now
—
—
”
And
even
as
she
spoke
the
impossible
happened
.
The
locked
door
slowly
swung
open
.
I
could
not
see
into
the
passage
from
where
I
sat
,
but
she
and
Poirot
were
facing
it
.
She
gave
one
long
shriek
as
she
turned
to
him
.
“
You
saw
him
—
there
in
the
passage
?
”
she
cried
.
He
was
staring
down
at
her
with
a
puzzled
face
,
then
shook
his
head
.
