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Jack
Renauld
stared
at
him
stonily
.
“
Nothing
,
”
he
said
.
I
was
dumbfounded
.
Up
to
the
last
,
I
had
not
been
able
bring
myself
to
believe
Jack
Renauld
guilty
.
I
had
expected
a
ringing
proclamation
of
his
innocence
when
Poirot
challenged
him
.
But
now
,
watching
him
as
he
stood
,
white
and
limp
against
the
wall
,
and
hearing
the
damning
admission
fall
from
his
lips
,
I
doubted
no
longer
.
But
Poirot
had
turned
to
Giraud
.
“
What
are
your
grounds
for
arresting
him
?
”
“
Do
you
expect
me
to
give
them
to
you
?
”
“
As
a
matter
of
courtesy
,
yes
.
”
Giraud
looked
at
him
doubtfully
.
He
was
torn
between
a
desire
to
refuse
rudely
and
the
pleasure
of
triumphing
over
his
adversary
.
“
You
think
I
have
made
a
mistake
,
I
suppose
?
”
he
sneered
.
“
It
would
not
surprise
me
,
”
replied
Poirot
,
with
a
soupçon
of
malice
.
