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We
thanked
our
informant
,
and
drove
on
,
leaving
the
town
behind
.
A
fork
in
the
road
brought
us
to
a
second
halt
.
A
peasant
was
trudging
towards
us
,
and
we
waited
for
him
to
come
up
to
us
in
order
to
ask
the
way
again
.
There
was
a
tiny
Villa
standing
right
by
the
road
,
but
it
was
too
small
and
dilapidated
to
be
the
one
we
wanted
.
As
we
waited
,
the
gate
of
it
swung
open
and
a
girl
came
out
.
The
peasant
was
passing
us
now
,
and
the
driver
leaned
forward
from
his
seat
and
asked
for
direction
.
“
The
Villa
Geneviève
?
Just
a
few
steps
up
this
road
to
the
right
,
monsieur
.
You
could
see
it
if
it
were
not
for
the
curve
.
”
The
chauffeur
thanked
him
,
and
started
the
car
again
My
eyes
were
fascinated
by
the
girl
who
still
stood
,
with
one
hand
on
the
gate
,
watching
us
.
I
am
an
admirer
of
beauty
,
and
here
was
one
whom
nobody
could
have
passed
without
remark
.
Very
tall
,
with
the
proportions
of
a
young
goddess
,
her
uncovered
golden
head
gleaming
in
the
sunlight
,
I
swore
to
myself
that
she
was
one
of
the
most
beautiful
girls
I
had
ever
seen
.
As
we
swung
up
the
rough
road
,
I
turned
my
head
to
look
after
her
.
“
By
Jove
,
Poirot
,
”
I
exclaimed
,
“
did
you
see
that
young
goddess
.
”
Poirot
raised
his
eyebrows
.
“
Ça
commence
!
”
he
murmured
.
“
Already
you
have
seen
a
goddess
!
”
“
But
,
hang
it
all
,
wasn
’
t
she
?
”
“
Possibly
.
I
did
not
remark
the
fact
.
”
