“You men really are determined to complicate matters, aren’t you? Here I am—Vivienne’s best friend in the whole world—and yet none of you has thought to ask me. Ah, well. You will ask Vivienne instead and you will get your explanation, Monsieur Poirot. She will tell you what she long ago confided to me: that she knows there is no logic to it. It is naïve to imagine our worst fears must have a rational basis. Often they have none whatever. At the risk of provoking you, Dr. Osgood—”
