satisfied: I don't believe Iris killed herself. I believe,
M. Poirot, that she was murdered--by one
of those people at the table."
"Look here, sir--"
Tony Chapell half sprung to his feet.
"Be quiet, Tony," said Russell. "I haven't
finished. One of them did it--I'm sure of that
now. Someone who, under cover of the darkness,
slipped the half emptied packet of cyanide into her
handbag. I think I know which of them it was. I
mean to know the truth--"
Lola's voice rose sharply.
"You are mad--crazeemwho would have
harmed her? No, you are mad. Me, I will not
stay--"
She broke off. There was a roll of drums.
Barton Russell said:
"The cabaret. Afterwards we will go on with
this. Stay where you are, all of you. I've got to go
and speak to the dance band. Little arrangement
I've made with them."
YELLOW IRIS
117
He got up and left the table.
"Extraordinary business," commented Carter.
"Man's mad."
"He ees crazee, yes," said Lola.
The lights were lowered.
"For two pins I'd clear out," said Tony.
"No!" Pauline spoke sharply. Then she mur-mured,