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“
What
is
that
?
”
“
The
piece
of
lead
piping
,
”
said
Poirot
,
and
left
the
room
.
Jack
Renauld
still
stood
in
the
hall
,
with
a
white
dumb
face
,
but
as
we
came
out
of
the
salon
,
he
looked
up
sharply
.
At
the
same
moment
there
was
the
sound
of
a
footfall
on
the
staircase
.
Mrs
.
Renauld
was
descending
it
.
At
the
sight
of
her
son
,
standing
between
the
two
myrmidons
of
the
law
,
she
stopped
as
though
petrified
.
“
Jack
,
”
she
faltered
.
“
Jack
,
what
is
this
?
”
He
looked
up
at
her
,
his
face
set
.
“
They
have
arrested
me
,
mother
.
”
“
What
?
”
She
uttered
a
piercing
cry
,
and
before
any
one
could
get
to
her
swayed
and
fell
heavily
.
We
both
ran
to
her
and
lifted
her
up
.
In
a
minute
Poirot
stood
up
again
.
“
She
has
cut
her
head
badly
,
on
the
corner
of
the
stairs
.
I
fancy
there
is
a
slight
concussion
also
.
If
Giraud
wants
a
statement
from
her
,
he
will
have
to
wait
.
She
will
probably
be
unconscious
for
at
least
a
week
.
”
Denise
and
Françoise
had
run
to
their
mistress
,
and
leaving
her
in
their
charge
Poirot
left
the
house
.
He
walked
with
his
head
bent
down
,
frowning
thoughtfully
at
the
ground
.
For
some
time
I
did
not
speak
,
but
at
last
I
ventured
to
put
a
question
to
him
.
