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I
have
frequently
been
disappointed
when
fancying
that
I
was
giving
news
of
importance
to
my
friend
.
Either
he
has
known
it
already
or
he
has
dismissed
it
as
irrelevant
to
the
main
issue
—
and
in
the
latter
case
events
have
usually
proved
him
justified
.
But
this
time
I
could
not
complain
of
missing
my
effect
.
Never
have
I
seen
a
man
so
flabbergasted
.
His
jaw
dropped
.
All
the
jauntiness
went
out
of
his
bearing
.
He
stared
at
me
open
-
mouthed
.
“
What
is
that
you
say
?
Another
murder
?
Ah
,
then
,
I
am
all
wrong
.
I
have
failed
.
Giraud
may
mock
himself
at
me
—
he
will
have
reason
!
”
“
You
did
not
expect
it
,
then
?
”
“
I
?
Not
the
least
in
the
world
.
It
demolishes
my
theory
—
it
ruins
everything
—
it
—
ah
,
no
!
”
He
stopped
dead
,
thumping
himself
on
the
chest
.
“
It
is
impossible
.
I
cannot
be
wrong
!
The
facts
,
taken
methodically
and
in
their
proper
order
admit
of
only
one
explanation
.
I
must
be
right
!
I
am
right
!
”
“
But
then
—
”
He
interrupted
me
.
“
Wait
,
my
friend
.
I
must
be
right
,
therefore
this
new
murder
is
impossible
unless
—
unless
—
oh
,
wait
,
I
implore
you
.
Say
no
word
—
”
He
was
silent
for
a
moment
or
two
,
then
,
resuming
his
normal
manner
,
he
said
in
a
quiet
assured
voice
:
“
The
victim
is
a
man
of
middle
-
age
.
His
body
was
found
in
the
locked
shed
near
the
scene
of
the
crime
and
had
been
dead
at
least
forty
-
eight
hours
.
And
it
is
most
probable
that
he
was
stabbed
in
a
similar
manner
to
M
.
Renauld
,
though
not
necessarily
in
the
back
.
”
It
was
my
turn
to
gape
—
and
gape
I
did
.
In
all
my
knowledge
of
Poirot
he
had
never
done
anything
so
amazing
as
this
.
And
,
almost
inevitably
,
a
doubt
crossed
my
mind
.
