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“
What
impression
?
”
“
The
impression
it
nearly
did
create
,
”
returned
Poirot
oracularly
.
M
.
Bex
had
been
thinking
.
“
How
,
then
,
was
the
man
killed
?
”
“
He
was
not
killed
.
He
died
.
He
died
,
M
.
le
juge
,
if
I
am
not
much
mistaken
,
of
an
epileptic
fit
!
”
This
statement
of
Poirot
’
s
again
aroused
considerable
excitement
.
Dr
.
Durand
knelt
down
again
,
and
made
a
searching
examination
.
At
last
he
rose
to
his
feet
.
“
Well
,
M
.
le
docteur
?
”
“
M
.
Poirot
,
I
am
inclined
to
believe
that
you
are
correct
in
your
assertion
.
I
was
misled
to
begin
with
.
The
incontrovertible
fact
that
the
man
had
been
stabbed
distracted
my
attention
from
any
other
indications
.
”
Poirot
was
the
hero
of
the
hour
.
The
examining
magistrate
was
profuse
in
compliments
.
Poirot
responded
gracefully
,
and
then
excused
himself
on
the
pretext
that
neither
he
nor
I
had
yet
lunched
,
and
that
he
wished
to
repair
the
ravages
of
the
journey
.
As
we
were
about
to
leave
the
shed
,
Giraud
approached
us
.
“
One
more
thing
,
M
.
Poirot
,
”
he
said
,
in
his
suave
mocking
voice
.
“
We
found
this
coiled
round
the
handle
of
the
dagger
.
A
woman
’
s
hair
.
”
