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“
Got
it
!
”
He
slapped
his
thigh
.
“
The
Dulcibella
Kids
,
by
the
Lord
!
”
“
The
Dulcibella
Kids
?
”
“
That
’
s
it
.
They
’
re
sisters
.
Acrobats
,
dancers
and
singers
.
Give
quite
a
good
little
turn
.
They
’
re
in
the
provinces
somewhere
,
I
believe
—
if
they
’
re
not
resting
.
They
’
ve
been
on
in
Paris
for
the
last
two
or
three
weeks
.
”
“
Can
you
find
out
for
me
exactly
where
they
are
?
”
“
Easy
as
a
bird
.
You
go
home
,
and
I
’
ll
send
you
round
the
dope
in
the
morning
.
”
With
this
promise
we
took
leave
of
him
.
He
was
as
good
as
his
word
.
About
eleven
o
’
clock
the
following
day
,
a
scribbled
note
reached
us
.
“
The
Dulcibella
Sisters
are
on
at
the
Palace
in
Coventry
.
Good
luck
to
you
.
”
Without
more
ado
,
we
started
for
Coventry
.
Poirot
made
no
inquiries
at
the
theatre
,
but
contented
himself
with
booking
stalls
for
the
variety
performance
that
evening
.
The
show
was
wearisome
beyond
words
—
or
perhaps
it
was
only
my
mood
that
made
it
seem
so
.
Japanese
families
balanced
themselves
precariously
,
would
-
be
fashionable
men
,
in
greenish
evening
dress
and
exquisitely
slicked
hair
,
reeled
off
society
patter
and
danced
marvellously
,
stout
prima
donnas
sang
at
the
top
of
the
human
register
,
a
comic
comedian
endeavoured
to
be
Mr
.
George
Robey
and
failed
signally
.
