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“
I
see
.
”
He
studied
me
attentively
for
some
minutes
.
“
Yes
.
I
see
very
well
.
And
you
are
wise
.
Stick
to
what
you
have
said
.
”
“
That
seems
to
be
your
invariable
advice
,
”
I
remarked
,
rather
piqued
.
“
Ah
,
my
friend
,
have
faith
in
Papa
Poirot
.
Some
day
,
if
you
permit
,
I
will
arrange
you
a
marriage
of
great
suitability
.
”
“
Thank
you
,
”
I
said
laughing
,
“
but
the
prospect
leaves
me
cold
.
”
Poirot
sighed
and
shook
his
head
.
“
Les
Anglais
!
”
he
murmured
.
“
No
method
—
absolutely
none
whatever
.
They
leave
all
to
chance
!
”
He
frowned
,
and
altered
the
position
of
the
salt
cellar
.
“
Mademoiselle
Cinderella
is
staying
at
the
Hôtel
d
’
Angleterre
you
told
me
,
did
you
not
?
”
“
No
.
Hôtel
du
Phare
.
”
“
True
,
I
forgot
.
”
