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And
Poirot
,
having
effectually
silenced
,
if
not
convinced
me
,
leaned
back
with
a
satisfied
air
.
On
the
boat
,
I
knew
better
than
to
disturb
my
friend
’
s
solitude
.
The
weather
was
gorgeous
,
and
the
sea
as
smooth
as
the
proverbial
mill
-
pond
,
so
I
was
hardly
surprised
to
hear
that
Laverguier
’
s
method
had
once
more
justified
itself
when
a
smiling
Poirot
joined
me
on
disembarking
at
Calais
.
A
disappointment
was
in
store
for
us
,
as
no
car
had
been
sent
to
meet
us
,
but
Poirot
put
this
down
to
his
telegram
having
been
delayed
in
transit
.
“
Since
it
is
carte
blanche
,
we
will
hire
a
car
,
”
he
said
cheerfully
.
And
a
few
minutes
later
saw
us
creaking
and
jolting
along
,
in
the
most
ramshackle
of
automobiles
that
ever
plied
for
hire
,
in
the
direction
of
Merlinville
.
My
spirits
were
at
their
highest
.
“
What
gorgeous
air
!
”
I
exclaimed
.
“
This
promises
to
be
a
delightful
trip
.
”
“
For
you
,
yes
.
For
me
,
I
have
work
to
do
,
remember
,
at
our
journey
’
s
end
.
”
“
Bah
!
”
I
said
cheerfully
.
“
You
will
discover
all
,
ensure
this
Mr
.
Renauld
’
s
safety
,
run
the
would
-
be
assassins
to
earth
,
and
all
will
finish
in
a
blaze
of
glory
.
”
“
You
are
sanguine
,
my
friend
.
”
“
Yes
,
I
feel
absolutely
assured
of
success
.
Are
you
not
the
one
and
only
Hercule
Poirot
?
”
