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“
With
good
fortune
,
”
he
remarked
to
me
over
his
shoulder
,
“
Mademoiselle
Marthe
may
find
herself
in
the
garden
.
I
desire
to
speak
to
her
and
would
prefer
not
to
call
formally
at
the
Villa
Marguerite
.
Ah
,
all
is
well
,
there
she
is
.
Pst
,
mademoiselle
!
Pst
!
Un
moment
,
s
’
il
vous
plaît
.
”
I
joined
him
at
the
moment
that
Marthe
Daubreuil
,
looking
slightly
startled
,
came
running
up
to
the
hedge
at
his
call
.
“
A
little
word
with
you
,
mademoiselle
,
if
it
is
permitted
?
”
“
Certainly
,
Monsieur
Poirot
.
”
Despite
her
acquiescence
,
her
eyes
looked
troubled
and
afraid
.
“
Mademoiselle
,
do
you
remember
running
after
me
on
the
road
the
day
that
I
came
to
your
house
with
the
examining
magistrate
?
You
asked
me
if
any
one
were
suspected
of
the
crime
.
”
“
And
you
told
me
two
Chilians
.
”
Her
voice
sounded
rather
breathless
,
and
her
left
hand
stole
to
her
breast
.
“
Will
you
ask
me
the
same
question
again
,
mademoiselle
?
”
“
What
do
you
mean
?
”
“
This
.
If
you
were
to
ask
me
that
question
again
,
I
should
give
you
a
different
answer
.
Some
one
is
suspected
—
but
not
a
Chilian
.
”
