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“
I
found
I
had
missed
the
last
train
.
I
walked
to
St
.
Beauvais
where
I
knocked
up
a
garage
and
got
a
car
to
take
me
back
to
Cherbourg
.
”
“
St
.
Beauvais
?
That
is
fifteen
kilometres
.
A
long
walk
,
M
.
Renauld
.
”
“
I
—
I
felt
like
walking
.
”
Poirot
bowed
his
head
as
a
sign
that
he
accepted
the
explanation
.
Jack
Renauld
took
up
his
hat
and
cane
and
departed
.
In
a
trice
Poirot
jumped
to
his
feet
.
“
Quick
,
Hastings
.
We
will
go
after
him
.
”
Keeping
a
discreet
distance
behind
our
quarry
,
we
followed
him
through
the
streets
of
Merlinville
.
But
when
Poirot
saw
that
he
took
the
turning
to
the
station
,
he
checked
himself
.
“
All
is
well
.
He
has
taken
the
bait
.
He
will
go
to
Abbalac
,
and
will
inquire
for
the
mythical
valise
left
by
the
mythical
foreigners
Yes
,
mon
ami
,
all
that
was
a
little
invention
of
my
own
.
”
“
You
wanted
him
out
of
the
way
!
”
I
exclaimed
.
“
Your
penetration
is
amazing
,
Hastings
!
Now
,
if
you
please
,
we
will
go
up
to
the
Villa
Geneviève
.
”
