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A
moment
’
s
misgiving
shot
across
my
mind
.
Surely
I
had
never
mentioned
any
hotel
to
Poirot
.
I
looked
across
at
him
,
and
felt
reassured
.
He
was
cutting
his
bread
into
neat
little
squares
,
completely
absorbed
in
his
task
.
He
must
have
fancied
I
had
told
him
where
the
girl
was
staying
.
We
had
coffee
outside
facing
the
sea
.
Poirot
smoked
one
of
his
tiny
cigarettes
,
and
then
drew
his
watch
from
his
pocket
.
“
The
train
to
Paris
leaves
at
2
:
25
,
”
he
observed
.
“
I
should
be
starting
.
”
“
Paris
?
”
I
cried
.
“
That
is
what
I
said
,
mon
ami
.
”
“
You
are
going
to
Paris
?
But
why
?
”
He
replied
very
seriously
.
“
To
look
for
the
murderer
of
M
.
Renauld
.
”
“
You
think
he
is
in
Paris
?
”
“
I
am
quite
certain
that
he
is
not
.
Nevertheless
,
it
is
there
that
I
must
look
for
him
.
You
do
not
understand
,
but
I
will
explain
it
all
to
you
in
good
time
.
Believe
me
,
this
journey
to
Paris
is
necessary
.
I
shall
not
be
away
long
.
In
all
probability
I
shall
return
tomorrow
.
I
do
not
propose
that
you
should
accompany
me
.
Remain
here
and
keep
an
eye
on
Giraud
.
Also
cultivate
the
society
of
M
.
Renauld
fils
.
And
thirdly
,
if
you
wish
,
endeavour
to
cut
him
out
with
Mademoiselle
Marthe
.
But
I
fear
you
will
not
have
great
success
.
”
