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“
It
is
a
quiet
little
place
—
but
chic
!
It
lies
about
midway
between
Bolougne
and
Calais
.
It
is
rapidly
becoming
the
fashion
.
Rich
English
people
who
wish
to
be
quiet
are
taking
it
up
.
M
.
Renauld
has
a
house
in
England
,
I
suppose
?
”
“
Yes
,
in
Rutland
Gate
,
as
far
as
I
remember
.
Also
a
big
place
in
the
country
,
somewhere
in
Hertfordshire
.
But
I
really
know
very
little
about
him
,
he
doesn
’
t
do
much
in
a
social
way
.
I
believe
he
has
large
South
American
interests
in
the
City
,
and
has
spent
most
of
his
life
out
in
Chile
and
the
Argentino
.
”
“
Well
,
we
shall
hear
all
details
from
the
man
himself
.
Come
,
let
us
pack
.
A
small
suit
-
case
each
,
and
then
a
taxi
to
Victoria
.
”
“
And
the
Countess
?
”
I
inquired
with
a
smile
.
“
Ah
!
je
m
’
en
fiche
!
Her
case
was
certainly
not
interesting
.
”
“
Why
so
sure
of
that
?
”
“
Because
in
that
case
she
would
have
come
,
not
written
.
A
woman
cannot
wait
—
always
remember
that
,
Hastings
.
”
Eleven
o
’
clock
saw
our
departure
from
Victoria
on
our
way
to
Dover
.
Before
starting
Poirot
had
despatched
a
telegram
to
Mr
.
Renauld
giving
the
time
of
our
arrival
at
Calais
.
“
I
’
m
surprised
you
haven
’
t
invested
in
a
few
bottles
of
some
sea
sick
remedy
,
Poirot
,
”
I
observed
maliciously
,
as
I
recalled
our
conversation
at
breakfast
.
My
friend
,
who
was
anxiously
scanning
the
weather
,
turned
a
reproachful
face
upon
me
.
