Chapter 31 Chapter 30 Ending

There is nothing more to say. Theresa married the doctor shortly afterward.I'm familiar with them now, and I've learned to value Donaldson properly—a man of clear insight, of great inner strength, and of humanity.But his demeanor was as cold and rigid as before.Teresa often imitated his movements in front of him.I think she is very happy now and is engrossed in her husband's career.He has long since become famous and is an authority on endocrine glands. Miss Lawson was severely condemned by her conscience, and was forced not to possess the entire inheritance alone.Mr. Purvis worked out a consensual settlement whereby Miss Arundel's estate was divided equally between Miss Lawson, the Arundells, and the Tanios children.

Charles spent all his allotted money in a little over a year, and I think he lives in British Columbia now. It so happens that there are two more things to say. One day, as we were coming out of the little green house, Miss Peabody stopped us and said, "You're a cunning fellow, aren't you? You try to keep it all under wraps, and keep it secret. No grave-opening. Well done." pretty good." "It appears that Miss Arundell must have died of icteric hepatitis," said Poirot politely. "Very satisfying," said Miss Peabody. "I hear Bella Tanios died of an overdose of sleeping pills."

"Yes, very distressing." "She was a poor woman - always wanting what she didn't have. Sometimes she got a little queer. I used to have a cook, like Bella, who was a very simple girl. I knew her. But then started writing anonymous letters. This What a freak! Oh, well, I dare say it's all driven by greed!" "He who always wants the best, miss, always does." "Well," said Miss Peabody, before going on with her walk, "I just want to say a few words, you covered it up very well. You did a great job!" And she went on walking. There was a whine of "woof" behind me.

I turned around and opened the door. "Come on, old chap." Bob jumped out.With a ball in his mouth. "You can't take a ball for a walk." Bob sighed, turned around, and slowly pushed the ball into the goal.It watched anxiously as the ball rolled in and then out the door. It looked up at me, and seemed to say to me: "If you say so, master, I think you are right." I took a deep breath and said: "Why, Poirot, I have another dog, and it is very good." "It is a prize," said Poirot. "But I remind you, my friend, that Miss Lawson gave Bob to me, not to you."

"Perhaps so," I said, "but you don't get along with dogs, Poirot. You don't understand dog psychology! Bob and I understand each other perfectly now, don't we?" "Wow," exclaimed Bob briskly, in full agreement. --Complete--