Chapter 26: And Nothing but the Truth

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​⁠There was a dead silence for a minute and a half.

Then I laughed.

“You’re mad,” I said.

“No,” said Poirot placidly. “I am not mad. It was the little discrepancy in time that first drew my attention to you—right at the beginning.”

“Discrepancy in time?” I queried, puzzled.

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌​⁠“But yes. You will remember that every one agreed—you yourself included—that it took five minutes to walk from the lodge to the hous