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“
By
the
way
,
Poirot
,
”
I
said
,
as
we
walked
along
the
hot
white
road
,
“
I
’
ve
got
a
bone
to
pick
with
you
.
I
dare
say
you
meant
well
,
but
really
it
was
no
business
of
yours
to
go
mouching
round
to
the
Hôtel
du
Phare
without
letting
me
know
.
”
Poirot
shot
a
quick
sidelong
glance
at
me
.
“
And
how
did
you
know
I
had
been
there
?
”
he
inquired
.
Much
to
my
annoyance
I
felt
the
colour
rising
in
my
cheeks
.
“
I
happened
to
look
in
in
passing
,
”
I
explained
with
as
much
dignity
as
I
could
muster
.
I
rather
feared
Poirot
’
s
banter
,
but
to
my
relief
,
and
somewhat
to
my
surprise
,
he
only
shook
his
head
with
a
rather
unusual
gravity
.
“
If
I
have
offended
your
susceptibilities
in
any
way
,
I
demand
pardon
of
you
.
You
will
understand
better
soon
.
But
,
believe
me
,
I
have
striven
to
concentrate
all
my
energies
on
the
case
.
”
“
Oh
,
it
’
s
all
right
,
”
I
said
,
mollified
by
the
apology
.
“
I
know
it
’
s
only
that
you
have
my
interests
at
heart
.
But
I
can
take
care
of
myself
all
right
.
”
Poirot
seemed
to
be
about
to
say
something
further
,
but
checked
himself
.
Arrived
at
the
Villa
,
Poirot
led
the
way
up
to
the
shed
where
the
second
body
had
been
discovered
.
He
did
not
,
however
,
go
in
,
but
paused
by
the
bench
which
I
have
mentioned
before
as
being
set
some
few
yards
away
from
it
.
After
contemplating
it
for
a
moment
or
two
,
he
paced
carefully
from
it
to
the
hedge
which
marked
the
boundary
between
the
Villa
Geneviève
and
the
Villa
Marguerite
.
Then
he
paced
back
again
,
nodding
his
head
as
he
did
so
.
Returning
again
to
the
hedge
,
he
parted
the
bushes
with
his
hands
.
