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Poirot
looked
at
him
,
his
eyes
narrowed
,
cat
-
like
,
until
they
only
showed
a
gleam
of
green
.
“
Then
it
is
a
singular
mistake
that
I
have
made
there
—
for
it
is
shared
by
the
station
staff
.
They
say
you
arrived
by
the
11
:
40
train
.
”
For
a
moment
Jack
Renauld
hesitated
,
then
he
made
up
his
mind
.
“
And
if
I
did
?
I
suppose
you
do
not
mean
to
accuse
me
of
participating
in
my
father
’
s
murder
?
”
He
asked
the
question
haughtily
,
his
head
thrown
back
.
“
I
should
like
an
explanation
of
the
reason
that
brought
you
here
.
”
“
That
is
simple
enough
.
I
came
to
see
my
fiancée
,
Mademoiselle
Daubreuil
.
I
was
on
the
eve
of
a
long
voyage
,
uncertain
as
to
when
I
should
return
.
I
wished
to
see
her
before
I
went
,
to
assure
her
of
my
unchanging
devotion
.
”
“
And
you
did
see
her
?
”
Poirot
’
s
eyes
never
left
the
other
’
s
face
.
There
was
an
appreciable
pause
before
Renauld
replied
.
Then
he
said
:
“
Yes
.
”
“
And
afterwards
?
”
