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“
Who
?
”
The
word
came
faintly
between
her
parted
lips
.
“
M
.
Jack
Renauld
.
”
“
What
?
”
It
was
a
cry
.
“
Jack
?
Impossible
.
Who
dares
to
suspect
him
?
”
“
Giraud
.
”
“
Giraud
!
”
The
girl
’
s
face
was
ashy
.
“
I
am
afraid
of
that
man
.
He
is
cruel
.
He
will
—
he
will
—
”
She
broke
off
.
There
was
courage
gathering
in
her
face
,
and
determination
.
I
realized
in
that
moment
that
she
was
a
fighter
.
Poirot
,
too
,
watched
her
intently
.
“
You
know
,
of
course
,
that
he
was
here
on
the
night
of
the
murder
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Yes
,
”
she
replied
mechanically
.
“
He
told
me
.
”
“
It
was
unwise
to
have
tried
to
conceal
the
fact
,
”
ventured
Poirot
.
“
Yes
,
yes
,
”
she
replied
impatiently
.
“
But
we
cannot
waste
time
on
regrets
.
We
must
find
something
to
save
him
.
He
is
innocent
,
of
course
,
but
that
will
not
help
him
with
a
man
like
Giraud
who
has
his
reputation
to
think
of
.
He
must
arrest
some
one
,
and
that
some
one
will
be
Jack
.
”
