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Gerda Christow's, nor the Savernake's, nor our Veronica's, nor her ladyship's, nor thelittle dark girl's! They're not even the kitchen maid's--let alone any of the otherservants!" Poirot made condoling noises. The sad voice of Inspector Grange wenton: "So it looks as though, after all, it was an outside job. Someone, that is to say,whohad a down on Dr. Christow, and who we don't know anything about! Someoneinvisible and inaudible who pinched the guns from the study, and who went awayafter the shooting by the path to the lane. Someone who put the gun in your hedgeand then vanished into thin air!" "Would you like my finger-prints, myfriend?" "I don't mind if I do! It strikes me, M. Poirot, that you were on the spot,and that taking it all round you're far and away the most suspicious character inthe case!"Chapter XXVIIThe coroner cleared his throat and lookedThe latter looked down at the piece ofexpectantly at the foreman of the jury.paper he held in his hand. His Adam's apple wagged up and down excitedly. He readout in a careful voice: "We find that the deceased came to his death by wilfulmurder by some person or persons unknown." Poirot nodded his head quietly inhis corner by the wall. There could be no other possible verdict. Outside, theAngkatells stopped a moment to speak to Gerda and her sister. Gerda was wearingthe same black clothes as before. Her face had the same dazed, unhappy expression.This time there was no Daimler. The train service, Elsie Patterson explained, was reallyvery good. A fast train to Waterloo and they could easily catch the 1:20 to Bexhill.Lady