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“
Nothing
?
”
the
girl
murmured
.
“
Oh
,
Jack
,
Jack
—
I
am
afraid
.
”
I
had
moved
to
depart
,
realizing
that
I
was
quite
unintentionally
eavesdropping
.
As
I
rose
to
my
feet
,
I
caught
sight
of
them
through
a
gap
in
the
hedge
.
They
stood
together
facing
me
,
the
man
’
s
arm
round
the
girl
,
his
eyes
looking
into
hers
.
They
were
a
splendid
looking
couple
,
the
dark
,
well
-
knit
boy
,
and
the
fair
young
goddess
.
They
seemed
made
for
each
other
as
they
stood
there
,
happy
in
spite
of
the
terrible
tragedy
that
overshadowed
their
young
lives
.
But
the
girl
’
s
face
was
troubled
,
and
Jack
Renauld
seemed
to
recognize
it
,
as
he
held
her
closer
to
him
and
asked
:
“
But
what
are
you
afraid
of
,
darling
?
What
is
there
to
fear
—
now
?
”
And
then
I
saw
the
look
in
her
eyes
,
the
look
Poirot
had
spoken
of
,
as
she
murmured
,
so
that
I
almost
guessed
at
the
words
.
“
I
am
afraid
—
for
you
.
…
”
I
did
not
hear
young
Renauld
’
s
answer
,
for
my
attention
was
distracted
by
an
unusual
appearance
a
little
further
down
the
hedge
.
There
appeared
to
be
a
brown
bush
there
,
which
seemed
odd
,
to
say
the
least
of
it
,
so
early
in
the
summer
.
I
stepped
along
to
investigate
,
but
,
at
my
advance
,
the
brown
bush
withdrew
itself
precipitately
,
and
faced
me
with
a
finger
to
its
lips
.
It
was
Giraud
.
Enjoining
caution
,
he
led
the
way
round
the
shed
until
we
were
out
of
ear
-
shot
.
“
What
were
you
doing
there
?
”
I
asked
.
