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“
Perhaps
,
mon
ami
.
”
I
mused
,
thinking
over
the
new
field
of
conjecture
that
Poirot
’
s
deductions
had
opened
up
to
me
.
I
recalled
my
wonder
at
his
cryptic
allusions
to
the
flower
bed
and
the
wrist
watch
.
His
remarks
had
seemed
so
meaningless
at
the
moment
and
now
,
for
the
first
time
,
I
realized
how
remarkably
,
from
a
few
slight
incidents
,
he
had
unravelled
much
of
the
mystery
that
surrounded
the
case
.
I
paid
a
belated
homage
to
my
friend
.
As
though
he
read
my
thoughts
,
he
nodded
sagely
.
“
Method
,
you
comprehend
!
Method
!
Arrange
your
facts
.
Arrange
your
ideas
.
And
if
some
little
fact
will
not
fit
in
—
do
not
reject
it
but
consider
it
closely
.
Though
its
significance
escapes
you
,
be
sure
that
it
is
significant
.
”
“
In
the
meantime
,
”
I
said
,
considering
,
“
although
we
know
a
great
deal
more
than
we
did
,
we
are
no
nearer
to
solving
the
mystery
of
who
killed
Mr
.
Renauld
.
”
“
No
,
”
said
Poirot
cheerfully
.
“
In
fact
we
are
a
great
deal
further
off
.
”
The
fact
seemed
to
afford
him
such
peculiar
satisfaction
that
I
gazed
at
him
in
wonder
.
He
met
my
eye
and
smiled
.
“
But
yes
,
it
is
better
so
.
Before
,
there
was
at
all
events
a
clear
theory
as
to
how
and
by
whose
hands
he
met
his
death
.
Now
that
is
all
gone
.
We
are
in
darkness
.
A
hundred
conflicting
points
confuse
and
worry
us
.
That
is
well
.
That
is
excellent
.
Out
of
confusion
comes
forth
order
.
But
if
you
find
order
to
start
with
,
if
a
crime
seems
simple
and
above
-
board
,
eh
bien
,
méfiez
vous
!
It
is
,
how
do
you
say
it
?
—
cooked
!
The
great
criminal
is
simple
—
but
very
few
criminals
are
great
.
In
trying
to
cover
up
their
tracks
,
they
invariably
betray
themselves
.
Ah
,
mon
ami
,
I
would
that
some
day
I
could
meet
a
really
great
criminal
—
one
who
commits
his
crime
,
and
then
—
does
nothing
!
Even
I
,
Hercule
Poirot
,
might
fail
to
catch
such
a
one
.
”
But
I
had
not
followed
his
words
.
A
light
had
burst
upon
me
.
“
Poirot
!
Mrs
.
Renauld
!
I
see
it
now
.
She
must
be
shielding
somebody
.
”
