“Don’t you realize that whoever delves into their past will find ancestors who succumbed to violence and evil?” said Poirot.
“You don’t understand me. That’s true, of course. But, you see, usually people don’t know these things. We know them. It’s something very close to us. And… sometimes… I have caught John looking at me… in a certain way. A quick glance… fleeting. Imagine if we got married and at some point we argued… and I saw him looking at me and… wondering?”
“How did your father lose his life?” asked Hercule Poirot.
Carla’s voice was clear and steady. “He was poisoned.”
“I see,” said Poirot. There was silence. Then, the young woman spoke with a calm, even voice. “Thank God, you are a sensible man. You understand that it matters… and, above all, what such an act entails. You don’t try to overlook it nor resort to comforting platitudes.”
“I understand perfectly,” said Poirot. “What I don’t understand is exactly what you want from me.”
“I want to marry John!” Carla Lemarsan answered simply. “And I intend to marry him! And I want to have at least two little girls and two little boys. And you will give me the means to make all this come true!”