That miserable woman who ruins my collars,
was, for the first time in her life, useful to some-body.
Surely you see--it is so obvious. Mr. Farley
glanced at that communication--one glance
would have told him that it was the wrong letter--and
yet he knew nothing. Why? Because he could
not see it properly,t"
Inspector Barnett said sharply, "Didn't he have
his glasses on?"
Hercule Poirot smiled. "Yes," he said. "He
had his glasses on. That is what makes it so very
interesting."
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Heleaned forward.
"Mr. Farley's dream was very important. He
dreamed, you see, that he committed suicide. And
a little later on, he did commit suicide. That is to
say he was alone in a room and was found there
with a revolver by him, and no one entered or left
the room at the time that he was shot. What does
that mean? It means, does it not, that it must be
suicide!" ,
"Yes," said Stillingfleet.
Hercule Poirot shook his head.
"On the contrary," he said. "It was murder.
An unusual and a very cleverly planned murder."
/> Again he leaned forward, tapping the table, his
eyes green and shining.
"Why did Mr. Farley not allow me to go into
his own room that evening? What was there in