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I
did
not
quite
relish
the
last
remark
.
“
That
reminds
me
,
”
I
said
.
“
I
meant
to
ask
you
how
you
knew
about
those
two
?
”
“
Mon
ami
—
I
know
human
nature
.
Throw
together
a
boy
young
Renauld
and
a
beautiful
girl
like
Mademoiselle
Marthe
,
and
the
result
is
almost
inevitable
.
Then
,
the
quarrel
!
It
was
money
or
a
woman
and
,
remembering
Léonie
’
s
description
of
the
lad
’
s
anger
,
I
decided
on
the
latter
.
So
I
made
my
guess
—
and
I
was
right
.
”
“
And
that
was
why
you
warned
me
against
setting
my
heart
on
the
lady
?
You
already
suspected
that
she
loved
young
Renauld
?
”
Poirot
smiled
.
“
At
any
rate
—
I
saw
that
she
had
anxious
eyes
.
That
is
how
always
think
of
Mademoiselle
Daubreuil
as
the
girl
with
the
anxious
eyes
.
…
”
His
voice
was
so
grave
that
it
impressed
me
uncomfortably
.
“
What
do
you
mean
by
that
,
Poirot
?
”
“
I
fancy
,
my
friend
,
that
we
shall
see
before
very
long
.
But
I
must
start
.
”
