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Scotland Yard?"said Mr Barnard hopefully."That's good.This murderingwillain's got to be laid by the heels.My poor little girl-"His face wasdistorted by a spasm of grief. "And this is Mr Hercule Poirot，also from London，and er-""CaptainHastings，"said Poirot. "Pleased to meet you，gentlemen，"said Mr Barnard mechanically."Comeinto the snuggery.I don't know that my poor wife's up to seeing you.Allbroken up，she is."
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However，by the time that we were ensconced in the living room of thebungalow，Mrs Barnard had made her appearnace.She had evidently been cryingbitterly，her eyes were reddened and she walked with the uncertain gait of aperson who had had a great shock. "Why，mother，that's fine，"said Mr Barnard."You're sure you're allright-eh?" He patted her shoulder and drew her down into a chair. "The superintendent was very kind，"said Mr Barnard."After he'd brokenthe news to us，he said he'd leave any questions till later when we'd gotover the first shock." "It is too cruel.Oh，it is too cruel，"cried Mrs Barnard tearfully.
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