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Epilogue

From the newspaper the Evening Shout:

We regret to announce the death of Lady Westholme, MP, after a terrible accident. While travelling abroad, Lady Westholme was cleaning her gun, when it accidentally fired and killed her immediately. We would like to offer our deepest sympathy to her husband, Lord Westholme.

Five years later, Sarah Boynton was sitting with her husband Raymond at the Savoy Hotel in London. With them sat Ginevra, who earlier in the evening had been acting in a very successful play, and Dr Theodore Gerard. Nadine, and a happy-looking Lennox, sat across the table.

‘It’s so nice to be together!’ said Nadine. ‘I’m glad we came. And I think our children are old enough to see their Aunt Ginevra acting on stage, don’t you, Lennox?’

Just then a well-dressed man with a superb moustache stopped at their table. Hercule Poirot smiled at them happily. ‘So everything is well with the Boynton family?’

‘Yes, thanks to you,’ said Sarah. ‘Did you know that Carol has married Jefferson Cope? And Ginevra - Ginevra’s a great actress!’

And Ginevra, with a serious look on her beautiful face, said unexpectedly, ‘Poor mother. Now we’re all so happy, I feel sorry for her. She didn’t get what she wanted from life - it must have been hard for her…’