II
When Poirot arrived home, George was awaiting him:
“A woman named Edith rang up, sir—”
“Edith?” Poirot frowned.
“She is, I gather, in the service of Mrs. Oliver. She asked me to inform you that Mrs. Oliver isin St. Giles’s Hospital.”
“What has happened to her?”
“I understand she has been—er—coshed.” George did not add the latter part of the message,which had been—“—and you tell him it’s been all his fault.”
Poirot clicked his tongue. “I warned her—I was uneasy last night when I rang her up, and therewas no answer. Les Femmes!”

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