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From
the
quietness
with
which
Poirot
received
my
remark
,
I
could
see
that
the
idea
had
already
occurred
to
him
.
“
Yes
,
”
he
said
thoughtfully
.
“
Shielding
some
one
—
or
screening
some
one
.
One
of
the
two
.
”
I
saw
very
little
difference
between
the
two
words
,
but
I
developed
my
theme
with
a
good
deal
of
earnestness
Poirot
maintained
a
strictly
non
-
committal
attitude
,
repeating
:
“
It
may
be
—
yes
,
it
may
be
.
But
as
yet
I
do
not
know
!
There
is
something
very
deep
underneath
all
this
.
You
will
see
.
Something
very
deep
.
”
Then
,
as
we
entered
our
hotel
,
he
enjoined
silence
on
me
with
a
gesture
.
We
lunched
with
an
excellent
appetite
.
I
understood
well
enough
that
Poirot
did
not
wish
to
discuss
the
tragedy
where
we
could
so
easily
be
overheard
.
But
,
as
is
usual
when
one
topic
fills
the
mind
to
the
exclusion
of
everything
else
,
no
other
subject
of
interest
seemed
to
present
itself
.
For
a
while
we
ate
in
silence
,
and
then
Poirot
observed
maliciously
:
“
Eh
bien
!
And
your
indiscretions
!
You
recount
them
not
?
”
I
felt
myself
blushing
.
“
Oh
,
you
mean
this
morning
?
”
I
endeavoured
to
adopt
a
tone
of
absolute
nonchalance
.
