II
Hercule Poirot went down to where a girl was waiting.
Jane Olivera, her face white and strained, stood against the mantelpiece. Beside her was
Howard Raikes.
She said:
“Well?”
Poirot said gently:
“It is all over.”
Raikes said harshly:
“What do you mean?”
Poirot said:
“Mr. Alistair Blunt has been arrested for murder.”
Raikes said:
“I thought he’d buy you off….”
Jane said:
“No. I never thought that.”
Poirot sighed. He said:
“The world is yours. The New Heaven and the New Earth. In your new world, my children, let
there be freedom and let there be pity … That is all I ask.
Hercule Poirot went down to where a girl was waiting.
Jane Olivera, her face white and strained, stood against the mantelpiece. Beside her was
Howard Raikes.
She said:
“Well?”
Poirot said gently:
“It is all over.”
Raikes said harshly:
“What do you mean?”
Poirot said:
“Mr. Alistair Blunt has been arrested for murder.”
Raikes said:
“I thought he’d buy you off….”
Jane said:
“No. I never thought that.”
Poirot sighed. He said:
“The world is yours. The New Heaven and the New Earth. In your new world, my children, let
there be freedom and let there be pity … That is all I ask.
