you understand.
"And when I see the time, M. Poirot, I know
I've got to cio it. I don't want to do it--I loathe
doing it--but I've got to "
His
voice had risen shrilly.
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Unperturbed,
Poirot said, "And what is it that you
have to do?"
"At
twenty-eight minutes past three," Benedict Farley
said hoarsely, "I open the second drawer down
on the right of my desk, take out the re-volver
that I keep there, load it and walk over to
the
window. And then--and then--"
"Yes?"
Benedict
Farley said in a whisper: "Then
l shOot myself...." There
was silence.
Then
Poirot said, "That is your dream?" "Yes."
"The
same every night?"
"Yes."
"What