Chapter 27: Apologia

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​⁠Five a.m. I am very tired—but I have finished my task. My arm aches from writing.

A strange end to my manuscript. I meant it to be published some day as the history of one of Poirot’s failures! Odd, how things pan out.

All along I’ve had a premonition of disaster, from the moment I saw Ralph Paton and Mrs. Ferrars with their heads together. I thought then that she was confiding in him; as it happene