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But
my
mind
had
reverted
to
the
main
facts
.
“
Then
all
this
story
of
the
masked
men
—
?
”
“
Is
false
.
”
“
What
really
happened
?
”
Poirot
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
“
One
person
could
tell
us
—
Madame
Renauld
.
But
she
will
not
speak
.
Threats
and
entreaties
would
not
move
her
.
A
remarkable
woman
that
,
Hastings
.
I
recognized
as
soon
as
I
saw
her
that
I
had
to
deal
with
a
woman
of
unusual
character
.
At
first
,
as
I
told
you
,
I
was
inclined
to
suspect
her
of
being
concerned
in
the
crime
.
Afterwards
I
altered
my
opinion
.
”
“
What
made
you
do
that
?
”
“
Her
spontaneous
and
genuine
grief
at
the
sight
of
her
husband
’
s
body
.
I
could
swear
that
the
agony
in
that
cry
of
hers
was
genuine
.
”
“
Yes
,
”
I
said
thoughtfully
,
“
one
cannot
mistake
these
things
.
”
“
I
beg
your
pardon
,
my
friend
—
one
can
always
be
mistaken
.
Regard
a
great
actress
,
does
not
her
acting
of
grief
carry
you
away
and
impress
you
with
its
reality
?
No
,
however
strong
my
own
impression
and
belief
,
I
needed
other
evidence
before
I
allowed
myself
to
be
satisfied
.
The
great
criminal
can
be
a
great
actor
.
I
base
my
certainty
in
this
case
,
not
upon
my
own
impression
,
but
upon
the
undeniable
fact
that
Mrs
.
Renauld
actually
fainted
.
I
turned
up
her
eyelids
and
felt
her
pulse
.
There
was
no
deception
—
the
swoon
was
genuine
.
Therefore
I
was
satisfied
that
her
anguish
was
real
and
not
assumed
.
Besides
,
a
small
additional
point
not
without
interest
,
it
was
unnecessary
for
Mrs
.
Renauld
to
exhibit
unrestrained
grief
.
