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“
Poirot
,
”
I
cried
,
“
you
’
re
pulling
my
leg
.
You
’
ve
heard
all
about
it
already
.
”
He
turned
his
earnest
gaze
upon
me
reproachfully
.
“
Would
I
do
such
a
thing
?
I
assure
you
that
I
have
heard
nothing
whatsoever
.
Did
you
not
observe
the
shock
your
news
was
to
me
?
”
“
But
how
on
earth
could
you
know
all
that
?
”
“
I
was
right
then
?
But
I
knew
it
.
The
little
grey
cells
,
my
friend
,
the
little
grey
cells
!
They
told
me
.
Thus
,
and
in
no
other
way
,
could
there
have
been
a
second
death
.
Now
tell
me
all
.
If
we
go
round
to
the
left
here
,
we
can
take
a
short
cut
across
the
golf
links
which
will
bring
us
to
the
back
of
the
Villa
Geneviève
much
more
quickly
.
”
As
we
walked
,
taking
the
way
he
had
indicated
,
I
recounted
all
I
knew
.
Poirot
listened
attentively
.
“
The
dagger
was
in
the
wound
,
you
say
?
That
is
curious
.
You
are
sure
it
was
the
same
one
?
”
“
Absolutely
certain
.
That
’
s
what
make
it
so
impossible
.
”
“
Nothing
is
impossible
.
There
may
have
been
two
daggers
.
”
I
raised
my
eyebrows
.
