John again. There was a tremor in his voice, and he had gone very pale.
“In consequence of that quarrel, your mother very suddenly and hurriedly makes a new will. The contents of that will we shall never know. She told no one of its provisions. This morning, no doubt, she would have consulted me on the subject—but she had no chance. The will disappears, and she takes its secret with her to her grave. Cavendish, I much fear there is no coincidence there. Monsieur Poirot, I am sure you agree with me that the facts are very suggestive.”
and relocked it, and slipped the bunch of keys, as well as the key that had originally stood in the lock, into his own pocket.
“I have no authority to go through these papers. But it should be done—at once!”
He then made a very careful examination of the drawers of the wash-stand. Crossing the room