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“
What
is
that
you
say
?
”
I
cried
,
surprised
.
“
But
yes
,
monsieur
.
A
gentleman
who
described
her
just
as
you
have
done
.
”
“
What
was
he
like
?
”
“
He
was
a
small
gentleman
,
well
dressed
,
very
neat
,
very
spotless
,
the
moustache
very
stiff
,
the
head
of
a
peculiar
shape
,
and
the
eyes
green
.
”
Poirot
!
So
that
was
why
he
refused
to
let
me
accompany
him
to
the
station
.
The
impertinence
of
it
!
I
would
thank
him
not
to
meddle
in
my
concerns
.
Did
he
fancy
I
needed
a
nurse
to
look
after
me
?
Thanking
the
man
,
I
departed
,
somewhat
at
a
loss
,
and
still
much
incensed
with
my
meddlesome
friend
.
I
regretted
that
he
was
,
for
the
moment
,
out
of
reach
.
I
should
have
enjoyed
telling
him
what
I
thought
of
his
unwarranted
interference
.
Had
I
not
distinctly
told
him
that
I
had
no
intention
of
seeing
the
girl
?
Decidedly
,
one
’
s
friends
can
be
too
zealous
!
But
where
was
the
lady
?
I
set
aside
my
wrath
,
and
tried
to
puzzle
it
out
.
Evidently
,
through
inadvertence
,
she
had
named
the
wrong
hotel
.
Then
another
thought
struck
me
.
Was
it
inadvertence
?
Or
had
she
deliberately
withheld
her
name
and
given
me
the
wrong
address
?
The
more
I
thought
about
it
,
the
more
I
felt
convinced
that
this
last
surmise
of
mine
was
right
.
For
some
reason
or
other
she
did
not
wish
to
let
the
acquaintance
ripen
into
friendship
.
And
though
half
an
hour
earlier
this
had
been
precisely
my
own
view
,
I
did
not
enjoy
having
the
tables
turned
upon
me
.
The
whole
affair
was
profoundly
unsatisfactory
,
and
I
went
up
to
the
Villa
Geneviève
in
a
condition
of
distinct
ill
humour
.
I
did
not
go
to
the
house
,
but
went
up
the
path
to
the
little
bench
by
the
shed
,
and
sat
there
moodily
enough
.
I
was
distracted
from
my
thoughts
by
the
sound
of
voices
close
at
hand
.
In
a
second
or
two
I
realized
that
they
came
,
not
from
the
garden
I
was
in
,
but
from
the
adjoining
garden
of
the
Villa
Marguerite
,
and
that
they
were
approaching
rapidly
.
A
girl
’
s
voice
was
speaking
,
a
voice
that
I
recognized
as
that
of
the
beautiful
Marthe
.
“
Chéri
,
”
she
was
saying
,
“
is
it
really
true
?
Are
all
our
troubles
over
.
”
“
You
know
it
,
Marthe
,
”
Jack
Renauld
replied
.
“
Nothing
can
part
us
now
,
beloved
.
The
last
obstacle
to
our
union
is
removed
.
Nothing
can
take
you
from
me
.
”
