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“
Ah
,
”
said
Poirot
,
smiling
broadly
.
“
That
is
the
cream
of
Giraud
’
s
little
jest
.
According
to
him
,
it
is
not
a
woman
’
s
hair
at
all
.
Remember
that
the
youths
of
today
wear
their
hair
brushed
straight
back
from
the
forehead
with
pomade
or
hairwash
to
make
it
lie
flat
.
Consequently
some
of
the
hairs
are
of
considerable
length
.
”
“
And
you
believe
that
too
?
”
“
No
,
”
said
Poirot
with
a
curious
smile
.
“
For
I
know
it
to
be
the
hair
of
a
woman
—
and
more
,
which
woman
!
”
“
Madame
Daubreuil
,
”
I
announced
positively
.
“
Perhaps
,
”
said
Poirot
,
regarding
me
quizzically
.
But
I
refused
to
allow
myself
to
get
annoyed
.
“
What
are
we
going
to
do
now
?
”
I
asked
,
as
we
entered
the
hall
of
the
Villa
Geneviève
.
“
I
wish
to
make
a
search
amongst
the
effects
of
M
.
Jack
Renauld
.
That
is
why
I
had
to
get
him
out
of
the
way
for
a
few
hours
.
”
“
But
will
not
Giraud
have
searched
already
?
”
I
asked
doubtfully
.
“
Of
course
.
He
builds
a
case
,
as
a
beaver
builds
a
dam
,
with
a
fatiguing
industry
.
But
he
will
not
have
looked
for
the
things
that
I
am
seeking
—
in
all
probability
he
would
not
have
seen
their
importance
if
they
stared
him
in
the
face
.
Let
us
begin
.
”
