Chapter 18 chapter Ten

Poirot's conversation with O'Brien was smooth sailing: the nurse liked to chit-chat just as much as her good friend Nurse Hopkins. "Then," asked Poirot, "you don't suspect that it was Eleanor who killed Mary?" "Who else but her? Didn't old Mrs. Wellman say something to Miss Eleanor with difficulty in my presence that night, and then Miss Eleanor promised everything to be done as she wished? Didn't I I didn’t see it, what kind of face was Eleanor’s face when she stared at Mary’s back one day? A face of hatred and a murderous heart. Just believe what I say, Mr. Poirot. It is said that Eleanor is going to dig the grave and examine the old Wellman Too big a body, and it is said that Miss Eleanor poisoned her."

"If this is true, what purpose does she have in doing it?" "For money, of course. At least two hundred thousand pounds, and that's what she got. It's all she can think of." Poirot asked: "If Mrs. Wellman had time to write the will, then, as far as you can see, to whom would the money go?" "Oh, that's not what I should say," replied O'Brien, but her whole demeanor made it clear that she was about to talk about it. "In my opinion, the whole property belongs to Mary exactly." "why?" This seemingly simple question stumped Hutu.

Poirot now went on to question: "Is Mary a thoughtful and petty girl?" "I don't think so. . . She, you know, isn't that kind of person. Sometimes people do things and no one can guess why." Poirot stared at her and asked directly: "Have you discussed with the Hopkins nurse that it is better not to let anyone know about some things?" The opponent became alert. "I don't understand what you mean by that." "Oh, it has nothing to do with the case," said Poirot hastily to reassure her. "I'm talking about something else."

Al'Brien nodded. "What's the point of bringing up the past? Mrs. Wellman was a respectable person, and everyone mourns her death." Poirot nodded in agreement.The conversation suddenly turned around, but there was no surprise on his face. O'Brien continued: "It was a long time ago. I am, you know, a romantic being myself, so I sympathize with the situation of an unfortunate man whose wife is in a mental institution and only her death can free him from the bond of marriage." .” Poirot still did not understand what O'Brien was talking about, but he still said politely:

"Yes, you are right, it is terrible..." O'Brien asked: "Did Nurse Hopkins tell you? We wrote to each other about it, and our letters were posted at the same time." "No, she didn't say that," replied Poirot honestly. "You see, I saw that picture at the other house one day, and Nurse Hopkins heard about it from the doctor's housekeeper the same day!" "That's very interesting," interjected Poirot, and then asked tentatively: "Does Mary know about . . . this?" "Who can tell her? Of course I can't, and neither can Hopkins. What good will it do her?"

"You're right," echoed Poirot with a sigh. "It won't do her any good."