'Get hold of Franklin – at once. Or the nurse.'

He nodded and ran off.

It was Nurse Craven who appeared first upon the scene. She was there in an incredibly short time and at once set about in a businesslike way to stop the bleeding. Franklin arrived at a run soon afterwards. Between them they got Mrs Luttrell into the house and to bed. Franklin dressed and bandaged the wound and sent for her own doctor and Nurse Craven stayed with her.

I ran across Franklin just as he left the telephone.

'How is she?'

'Oh! She'll pull through all right. It missed any vital spot luckily. How did it happen?'

I told him. He said:

'I see. Where's the old boy? He'll be feeling knocked out. I shouldn't wonder. Probably needs attention more than she does. I shouldn't say his heart is any too good.'

We found Colonel Luttrell in the smoking room. He was a blue colour round the mouth and looked completely dazed. He said brokenly:

'Daisy? Is she – how is she?'

Franklin said quickly:

'She'll be all right, sir. You needn't worry.'

'I – thought – rabbit – nibbling the bark – don't know how I came to make such a mistake. Light in my eyes.'

'These things happen,' said Franklin drily. 'I've seen one or two of them in my time. Look here, sir, you'd better let me give you a pick-me-up. You're not feeling too good.'

'I'm all right. Can I – can I go to her?'

'Not just now. Nurse Craven is with her. But you don't need to worry. She's all right. Dr Oliver will be here presently and he'll tell you the same.'

I left the two of them together and went out into the evening sunshine. Judith and Allerton were coming along the path towards me. His head was bent to hers and they were both laughing.

Coming on top of the tragedy that had just happened, it made me feel very angry. I called sharply to Judith and she looked up surprised. In a few words I told them what had occurred.

'What an extraordinary thing to happen,' was my daughter's comment.

She did not seem nearly as perturbed as she should have done, I thought.

Allerton's manner was outrageous. He seemed to take the whole thing as a good joke.

'Serves the old harridan damn well right,' he observed. 'Think the old boy did it on purpose.'

'Certainly not,' I said sharply. 'It was an accident.'

'Yes, but I know these accidents. Damned convenient sometimes. My word, if the old boy shot her deliberately, I take off my hat to him.'

'It was nothing of the kind,' I said angrily.

'Don't be too sure. I've known two men who shot their wives. Cleaning his revolver one was. The other fired point-blank at her as a joke, he said. Didn't know the thing was loaded. Got away with it, both of them. Damned good release, I should say myself.'

'Colonel Luttrell,' I said coldly, 'isn't that type of man.'

'Well, you couldn't say it wouldn't be a blessed release, could you?' demanded Allerton pertinently. 'They hadn't just had a row or anything, had they?'

I turned away angrily, at the same time trying to hide a certain perturbation. Allerton had come a little too near the mark. For the first time a doubt crept into my mind.

It was not bettered by meeting Boyd Carrington. He had been for a stroll down towards the lake, he explained. When I told him the news, he said at once:

'You don't think he meant to shoot her, do you, Hastings?'

'My dear man.'

'Sorry, sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It was only, for the moment, one wondered… She – she gave him a bit of provocation, you know.'

We were both silent for a moment as we remembered the scene we had so unwillingly overheard.

I went upstairs feeling unhappy and worried and rapped on Poirot's door.

He had already heard through Curtiss of what had occurred, but he was eager for full details. Since my arrival at Styles I had got into the way of reporting most of my daily encounters and conversations in full detail. In this way I felt that the dear old fellow felt less cut off. It gave him the illusion of actually participating in everything that went on. I have always had a good and accurate memory and found it a simple matter to repeat conversations verbatim.

Poirot listened very attentively. I was hoping that he would be able definitely to pooh-pooh the dreadful suggestion that had by now taken uneasy control of my mind, but before he had a chance of telling me what he thought, there came a light tap on the door.

It was Nurse Craven. She apologized for disturbing us.

'I'm so sorry, but I thought Doctor was here. The old lady is conscious now and she's worrying about her husband. She'd like to see him. Do you know where he is, Captain Hastings? I don't want to leave my patient.'

I volunteered to go and look for him. Poirot nodded approval and Nurse Craven thanked me warmly.

I found Colonel Luttrell in a little morning room that was seldom used. He was standing by the window looking out.

He turned sharply as I came in. His eyes asked a question. He looked, I thought, afraid.

'Your wife is conscious, Colonel Luttrell, and is asking for you.'

'Oh.' The colour surged up in his cheeks and I realized then how very white he had been before. He said slowly, fumblingly, like an old, old man:

'She – she – is asking for me? I'll – I'll come – at once.'

He was so unsteady as he began shuffling towards the door that I came and helped him. He leaned on me heavily as we went up the stairs. His breathing was coming with difficulty. The shock, as Franklin had prophesied, was severe.

We came to the door of the sickroom. I tapped and Nurse Craven's brisk, efficient voice called 'Come in.'

Still supporting the old man, I went with him into the room. There was a screen round the bed. We came round the corner of it.

Mrs Luttrell was looking very ill – white and frail, her eyes closed. She opened them as we came round the corner of the screen.

She said in a small breathless voice:

'George – George -'

'Daisy – my dear…'

One of her arms was bandaged and supported. The other, the free one, moved unsteadily towards him. He took a step forward and clasped her frail little hand in his. He said again:

'Daisy…' And then, gruffly, 'Thank God, you're all right.'

And looking up at him, seeing his eyes slightly misty, and the deep love and anxiety in them, I felt bitterly ashamed of all our ghoulish imaginings.

I crept quietly out of the room. Camouflaged accident indeed! There was no disguising that heartfelt note of thankfulness. I felt immeasurably relieved.

The sound of the gong startled me as I went along the passage. I had completely forgotten the passage of time. The accident had upset everything. Only the cook had gone on as usual and produced dinner at the usual time.

Most of us had not changed and Colonel Luttrell did not appear. But Mrs Franklin, looking quite attractive in a pale pink evening dress, was downstairs for once and seemed in good health and spirits. Franklin, I thought, was moody and absorbed.

After dinner, to my annoyance, Allerton and Judith disappeared into the garden together. I sat around a while, listening to Franklin and Norton discussing tropical diseases. Norton was a sympathetic and interested listener, even if he knew little of the subject under discussion.

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