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“
Exactly
what
you
were
doing
—
listening
.
”
“
But
I
was
not
there
on
purpose
!
”
“
Ah
!
”
said
Giraud
.
“
I
was
.
”
As
always
,
I
admired
the
man
whilst
disliking
him
.
He
looked
me
up
and
down
with
a
sort
of
contemptuous
disfavour
.
“
You
didn
’
t
help
matters
by
butting
in
.
I
might
have
heard
something
useful
in
a
minute
.
What
have
you
done
with
your
old
fossil
?
”
“
M
.
Poirot
has
gone
to
Paris
,
”
I
replied
coldly
.
“
And
I
can
tell
you
,
M
.
Giraud
,
that
he
is
anything
but
an
old
fossil
.
He
has
solved
many
cases
that
have
completely
baffled
the
English
police
.
”
“
Bah
!
The
English
police
!
”
Giraud
snapped
his
fingers
disdainfully
.
“
They
must
be
on
a
level
with
our
examining
magistrates
.
So
he
has
gone
to
Paris
,
has
he
?
Well
,
a
good
thing
.
The
longer
he
stays
there
,
the
better
.
But
what
does
he
think
he
will
find
there
?
”
I
thought
I
read
in
the
question
a
tinge
of
uneasiness
.
I
drew
myself
up
.
