““Have you any grounds at all, Poirot, for that suggestion you threw out?” “You mean that Miss Arundell may have believed that that particular will was destroyed? No, mon ami—frankly, no. But it was incumbent upon me—you must perceive that—to make some sort of suggestion! Mr. Purvis is a shrewd man. Unless I threw out some hint of the kind I did, he would ask himself what I could be doing in this affair.” “Do you know what you remind me of, Poirot?” I said. “No, mon ami.” “Of a juggler juggling ...with a lot of different coloured balls! They are all in the air at once.” “The different coloured balls are the different lies I tell—eh?” “That’s about the size of it.” “And some day, you think, there will come the grand crash?” “You can’t keep it up forever,” I pointed out. “That is true. There will come the grand moment when I catch the balls one by one, make my bow, and walk off the stage.” “To the sound of thunderous applause from the audience.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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